Looking at such a crazy Wan Er, Poor Tianyuan was really a little scared, worthy of being the commander of Quzhou, forty people dared to storm the mountain city, it was really bold.

He looked flustered, and almost let him succeed several times, and his already embarrassed face was even more embarrassed, trembling, trembling, and showing a villain posture.

At the same time, he also secretly decided that this ten thousand two must die, otherwise, I am afraid that even Qi Li may not be able to protect him, this is a real dragon, the day of the sky, overlooking everything in the world, what he has to do is to strangle it in the cradle, so that he has no hope of rushing to the sky.

"Mansion master, retreat, it's too late if you don't leave. Now Zhang Debiao's face was covered with blood, and he didn't know if it was the enemy's or his own, so he opened his mouth and shouted, pulling out streaks of blood.

Watching his brothers fall one by one in front of him, dying in the chaos of knives, and the enemies pouring out of the city seem to be endless, no matter how they can't be killed, he is like an ant in the sea, no matter how he struggles, but it is only a few waves, for his vastness, there is no choice but to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Wan Er didn't seem to hear it, he still raised his knife in his hand, cut off a big head, and stared at the three of Poor Tianyuan with his eyes, that look was really the same as Shura Killing God.

But he didn't know, behind him Wang Dao mentioned that he took the spear that was close immediately, if it weren't for him, I'm afraid that now Wan Er didn't know that he had been stabbed in a few blood holes, and he had already returned to the West Heaven, why hadn't he been here yet.

"Commander, withdraw, the brothers are dying. Seeing such Wan Er, Li Gan said again, I really can't go on like this, Poor Tianyuan didn't kill it, but his own people lost a lot of lives.

"What's wrong with him?" On the city wall, Fang Yi looked at the scene below and said suspiciously.

He really couldn't figure it out, could it be that this Wan Yingtian really wanted to use forty people to capture his mountain city? This is too frustrating, right, treating them all as turnips and cabbages? Let others trample on them?

"In my opinion, those three people should be protected, and it must be of great use. Chen Ping was now beside him and spoke.

He has been observing for a long time, and he has already understood the situation, and those three people must be protected.

After listening to his words, Fang Yi noticed that Poor Tianyuan and them began to focus on Wan Er, and he didn't care about the others at all.

He nodded, and ordered them to go down, and they were finally safe.

Waner is now a gambler, a gambler who is desperate, this game, can only win, not lose, and must survive in a desperate situation.

However, I don't know that I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet, even if it is the God of Gamblers, there are times when I miss, let alone him.

"Withdraw. Gritting his teeth, Manji squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

Helpless, really helpless, he can't wait to pick up its tendons, pump its bones, drink its blood, sleep its skin, and listen to its wailing.

is stronger than others, what can he do, even if he really persists to the end, he still can't change the ending, he has already lost, in this game with poor Tianyuan and Qi Li, he has already lost.

With an order, everyone retreated, it was really a fart and urine, even if it was Ying Tianfu, Quzhou, and Waner, defeat was defeat, death was death, what difference could it be from others?

are just ordinary people who can't be ordinary anymore, losers should have the appearance of losers, what about the farts and urine, as long as they can survive, it's not impossible to pee and fart.

Could it be that you can still be like the saint in the story, you can kill but not be humiliated, even if you die, you can't take half a step back, and you must be majestic when you retreat?

It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous, people should be like people, if it's really like what those books say, then they can't be saints, how can there be wars, where are there conspiracies, are people not saints, or are saints like this? This is a question.

"Young City Lord, chase quickly, now is a good time to kill them all, and you will definitely be able to annihilate Ying Tianfu in one fell swoop and never suffer in the future. Zhang Ping hurriedly said, for fear that they would run away.

Some people here may think, this Zhang Ping is really not a thing, but let me defend him twice, in his position, and seek his government, this is his duty, and what he does is not inappropriate at all, it should be like this, how to be good or bad, how to judge right and wrong.

"Let them go. Looking at the down-and-out figure, Fang Yi said softly, I don't know whether he is happy or sad.

It stands to reason that he should be happy, but it is his enemy of life and death, let him suffer humiliation, and now Waner's life is in his hands.

But he couldn't be happy, even how sentimental, this person is also strange, is it possible that he still has feelings? He likes to be ravaged? This habit is really unusual.

"What?" Hearing his words, Zhang Ping asked suspiciously, thinking that he had heard it wrong.

"Let them go. "Fang Yi has repeated, that's right, you heard it right, you just want to let them go.

"Why is this?" Surprisingly, Zhang Ping actually made his own voice, he stood up, and he is no longer Zhang Ping who depends on others for life and death, from today on, he wants to change his face and start anew.

"No, I do. Fang Yi glanced at him and said, he was not angry, but he didn't have to refuse, and he wouldn't change at all.

That's it, it's hard to buy it, I'm willing, who makes me the young city lord, here I have the final say.

Zhang Ping stopped talking, but it was still difficult to understand, why, is there really anything between the two?

In this way, Manji was able to escape his life, sitting on horseback, running around as he came, the only thing was full of wounds, no one noticed, his clothes had been stained red with blood, and his face was bloodless.

Ying Tianfu.

Wang Zhili is still his standard action, his hands are in his sleeves, his narrow eyes are staring at the distance motionless, and beside him are poor Fangcai and Sheng Beifang.

"Sir, will Brother Tian succeed?" asked the poor man with a worried face.

"I don't know. Wang Zhili shook his head and replied, he couldn't pinch it.

"Do you want him to succeed?" he spoke again, and then he was silent, as if he had done it unintentionally, and did not wait for the answer of the poor party, which was in his heart, and did not need to be said.

Sheng Beiji's delicate little face was also full of respect, and his willow eyebrows were slightly delicate, I don't know if he was also worried about that person.

Quzhou, a place that hasn't been seen for several days.

The city is still the same city, and in the rainy season, the raindrops still hit the bluestone, but it is a person who appreciates the rain for a moment.

In the bluestone alley, the Zhao Mansion is still a vermilion gate, which is different from what Wan Er imagined, it is still as clean as new, exactly the same as in the past.

"Holy aunt, it's time for us to go. A black-clothed ink man spoke outside the door, his tone full of respect, just because of the woman inside.

"I see. ”