However, he said that the wolf Daoist here was so desperate that he decided to "gamble" again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info and on the other side, in the Red Ridge, which is more than 20 miles away from Rongcheng, the situation is not what the Wolf Dao people expected.

He expected that the jackals in the Red Ridge might take advantage of the chaos to break into Rongcheng immediately. But actually......

At this moment, the jackal people are still in Hongling.

In the plan of the wolf man, the jackal man is the protagonist. But at this moment, Hongling, he is only a supporting role - or not even a supporting role, just a "background".

Red Ridge is a low, small hill. But this "small" is also only relative. Otherwise, this Red Ridge has been mined by the people of Rongcheng for many years, and it should have disappeared long ago.

The Red Ridge is hidden in the remnants of the Stone Forest Mountain in the territory of Gyeongguo, surrounded by towering stone mountains, and only this ridge is lush with trees. A corner of the southwest is missing - the result of years of digging.

Dense houses, derricks, gravel and slag are piled up in this gap, which has a bit of the atmosphere of a village and town. Nearly half of the city's laborers have been working here all year round, and the result is that a gap has been dug in the ground and many criss-crossing tunnels have been dug underground.

In the lush vegetation of the hills, there are caves in the sky, where some tall and ornate houses are built, and they can take in the situation around the red ridge from a commanding height. On such a night, the houses in the mining area have long been darkened, but the houses on the ridge are still lit.

The jackal who the wolf Dao people were worried about was standing in the middle hall of a large house, quietly listening to the other two people talking.

The house is made of thick old bamboo, so it is a little cool on this early autumn night. But the three men in the room didn't care about the heat or the cold - they didn't seem to be human, after all.

Only one oil lamp is lit on the table in the room, which illuminates a small area. The jackal stood in the dim shadow of the corner of the house, his eyes glowing with a faint green, and he listened quietly while looking in the direction of Rongcheng outside the window.

A quarter of an hour ago, a flame burned in the city, illuminating half of the night sky. A quarter of an hour later, heavy rain clouds appeared over the city, and then rainwater poured into the city like an inverted copper basin. So now the flames are gone, and only the clouds remain.

The jackal people really wanted to lead the demons into the city immediately, but it was not him who was in charge of this place at the moment.

Now the presiding officer is standing in the hall, the lights shining with a cold metallic glow. This is not a metaphor - this is exactly the palace master of the Sword Palace in the mouth of Wang Bojian, the traitor Yang Jianzi who used to work for Mu Nanju and the Painting Saint.

His whole being looked like it was made of steel.

He was born white, with a neat short beard, and his hair was meticulously combed, and there was not a single hair that did not fit properly. Even his blue-gray robes drooped honestly, and the night breeze blowing through the window could hardly make them shake even the slightest.

His skin, hair, and clothes shone with a glimmer. It was as if it was originally made of various colored metals, but now it has only been polished into the appearance of a person.

At this moment, this iron-like Yang Jianzi was talking to another person. Compared to Yang Jianzi's strange appearance, that person looked ...... It's too ordinary.

It looks like nothing more than a middle-aged scribe. Wearing a lake-green brocade kaftan and a black gauze scarf hat. It's not good-looking or ugly, it's the kind of public face that is hard to find when it's thrown in the pile.

But at this moment, when Yang Jianzi was talking to him, his body leaned forward slightly.

This means that the palace master of the Sword Palace in the opposition cares about every word this person says, and even shows respect with such a gesture of listening carefully.

Therefore, when the jackal turned his head to look at Rongcheng in the night for the third time, he heard the scribe say, "...... Set a trap for the other party. Palace master, please look at the rain clouds on the city of Narong. ”

At this point, the scribe moved to the window. The jackals hurriedly ducked to the side. He was now human, but his cheeks were still yellow and he looked like he had a golden beard.

The scribe raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Rongcheng: "This rain cloud is low and heavy, only enveloping Rongcheng. It appeared suddenly, and the rain fell violently. It is not difficult to see from the palace master's cultivation that someone has used supernatural powers. Right now, there must be a master in Narong City. If you go rashly at this moment, you are afraid that you will fall into the other party's arms. ”

The jackal was silent, and quickly glanced at his palace master.

It's a pity that this Yang Jianzi has a dignified and solemn face, whether he is smiling or angry, he looks as if he is wearing a mask, and the jackal can't guess his mind. But he knew what he wanted.

I can't put up with this guy anymore.

The middle-aged scribe in the hall called himself "Xiaoyaozi" - Yang Jianzi had already appeared when he took refuge near Rongcheng. The jackal didn't know where this guy came from, and he didn't want to ask. But he knew that his palace master was obedient to him and put his heart into his heart.

It stands to reason that every eloquent and strategic person who wants to dominate one side has this kind of role similar to "military advisor" around him. But the question is what this guy says......

Just like now.

"The rain clouds are low and heavy, someone must have used supernatural powers, and there must be an ambush in the city" - this kind of thing can be inferred and guessed even by jackals, let alone their own palace master. But this Xiaoyaozi wanted to mysteriously summon the two of them, and after making a gesture, it took nearly half an hour to say this bullshit.

Then, as right now, he opened the folding fan in his hand with a brush, fanned it lightly in front of him, and looked up slightly to look at Yang Jianzi-

It seems that he has just said some great "big secret", and now he is waiting to reap the surprise and admiration of Nayang Jianzi.

The jackal sighed sullenly in his heart.

Every time. And every time, the palace master of his family will-

Yang Jianzi took a deep breath, suddenly bowed down and bowed to Xiaoyaozi, and a stereotypical smile appeared on his face: "Ah...... If it weren't for the gentleman who mentioned this sentence, I am afraid that we would really fall for the other party's tricks!"

The jackal sighed again. I really don't know what the origin of this Xiaoyaozi is...... even asked the palace master of his family to have to be patient and accommodate him.

He almost wanted to kill this guy.

But he is not a reckless person, and he knows that if this guy really has any background, his reckless actions will only bring trouble to the palace master. So in the six years since Yang Jianzi came to this Rongcheng Red Ridge, the Jackal Dao people have been trying to collect any bit of information about this Xiaoyaozi, in order to find a solution to the problem.

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Alas, quitting smoking is indeed a lifelong thing.

I had been quitting for a long, long time, but I couldn't help but smoke a little more when I was in a bad mood a few days ago.

Now that I'm starting to quit again, my mind has been a mess these days.

Don't touch tobacco and don't smoke out of curiosity. It's really scary.

If you're already smoking, quit as soon as possible.

Your physical strength will improve, your skin will improve, and your mood will improve.

It's good to get through this time.

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