"This guard is really bold. Zhuo Yi sighed with emotion beside him, "Taking the token of the privy deputy envoy to falsely pass the order, this is the crime of cutting off the head." ”

King Qi smiled faintly: "I'm not sure if he can agree, but fortunately, Chen Huayi is also around here, and it's not impossible for him not to agree." It's the best way to do it, and it saves a lot of time. ”

"Fourth uncle. Zhao Baiyi took a deep breath and opened his mouth, "Although I can't command everyone's Seven Killing Army, I can draw at least two hundred people. ”

King Qi naturally understood what he meant, and he and his nephew didn't have to be too polite, hesitated for a moment, and still said: "If you want to draw people, you have to wait until dawn, forget it first, it is important to put out the fire." ”

Zhao Baiyi responded, squinted at Bai Zhen next to him, and asked in a low voice, "Are you okay?"

Bai Zhen tugged at the corners of his mouth, but finally couldn't pull out a smile: "Obviously, it's bad." Looking at the flames' eyes, the reflection was fiery red: "I don't even know whether Qinghan is alive or dead, so I knocked Ziyu unconscious." God knows how much he's going to hate me when he wakes up, and who knows what stupid things he's going to do with his personality?" the hollow voice muffled all the fear and hesitation.

How difficult it is to be able to ignore the blood and face this devastation with complete calm? Zhao Baiyi didn't dare to think about it.

Xu saw his thoughts, Bai Zhen narrowed his eyes a little, and carved the blood into his deeper eyes: "My surname is Bai, I am Bai Yaotang's son, I must hold on." After a pause, he muttered a supplement to himself: "Father really thinks I can really be like him." ”

Zhao Baiyi pursed his lips: "When will the master come back?"

Bai Zhen pouted: "Who knows?", slowly turned around, and looked at Zhao Baiyi with some out-of-focus eyes: "Yunyi, can you do me a favor?"

Zhao Baiyi was stunned: "What?"

"I'm a little tired, a little sleepy, lend me a lean. The voice became smaller and smaller, and the moment the voice fell, his eyes darkened, and he fell directly to the ground like a collapse. The shallow smile that was desperately pulled out at the last moment at the corner of his mouth also disappeared quickly as he fainted, but Zhao Baiyi could see it clearly, he was indeed smiling.

"Hey!" Zhao Baiyi hurriedly stepped forward to catch him, as if he had lost his strength, he bent his knees and knelt down with the strength of his fall, his expression was dazed, and he didn't stand up—or rather, he lost the strength to stand up.

At that moment, the bloodied face was soft and distinct by the contours reflected by the firelight, and it really looked too much like his father. Elegant and calm, unchaotic, unwilling to show weakness...... The tears of such people will only flow inward. As everyone knows, what flows into the bottom of my heart is blood.

Zhao Baiyi's nails sank deep into his palms, and he held back his tears through the slight but really sharp sting.

He was afraid of the Master, but what he was afraid of was the appearance of the Master's heart when he left, and he had nothing to love. He never wanted to see that kind of master again, he didn't want to! But Bai Zhen was so cruel to let him look at it again, his eyes were dry in the hazy blood, and he was pampered and humiliated.

"You, not the Master, are different. Zhao Baiyi's lips moved, but he couldn't spit out a sound. Even if it was just enough to hear the voice, it was cruelly choked in the throat.

Tears still fell silently unconsciously.

King Qi and Zhuo Yi looked at Zhao Baiyi silently, surprisingly not disturbing him. The two elders who are over fifty years old and have seen all the vicissitudes of life, looking at the only sober junior who can't even bear to cry, but they don't even have the courage to turn their heads and see the same sigh as themselves in each other's eyes.

Such a young child, who has never shed tears, has no timidity, and has tried his best to pull out that smile that is not real at all before he is willing to fall.

What could be sadder than watching your own children and nephews suffer so much?

No, no......

In the end, it was Jiang Wuyan who chose to break the silence: "Shizi, let's go back to the other courtyard that Bai Gongzi said first, Yunmo's injury can't be delayed any longer." ”

Zhao Baiyi raised his head to look at the unconscious Zhao Qingyan, and muttered: "Seventh brother." Gritting his teeth, he stood up with Bai Zhen in his arms and nodded: "Let's go." The tears were quickly carried away by the heat wave, and there was no sadness in my eyes.

The fire was still burning the eyes of the living, but no one had more power to grieve the paleness of death.

The sound of splashing water and the crackling of burning wood grew lower and lower as they passed, and finally calmed down.

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On the top of the tall building that no one was paying attention to, a man wrapped in a gray cloak looked coldly at what was happening below with his right hand, with a faint hint of disdain in his eyes. The empty sleeve of his left arm fluttered in the wind, making his figure look even thinner and colder.

He retracted his gaze and half-turned to look at another person hidden in the darkness: "That Bai Zhen won't have a problem there, right?"

"No, I've been keeping an eye on him personally. What can a young man hide under my eyes?"

The man smiled coldly: "I remember that he was the same age as you. ”

The man in the dark sneered twice: "It seems that yes, I saw him when I was a child." What's the matter, can't the second uncle trust me?"

The man turned around and said lightly: "For you, I can trust me." But what I'm more afraid of is Bai Yaotang's son. ”

"You don't even kill Mu Qinghan, what are you afraid of Bai Zhen doing?"

The man was silent for a while: "Trojan Mahou didn't spit out anything, so what I wanted to get was in the hands of his apprentice." If he still wanted to keep the Mu family alive, his apprentice's hiding place would definitely not let Mu Qinghan know. ”

The man didn't answer his question immediately, and only said after a while: "Trojan Marquis has no strength to rise again, and it is not only you and me who have started to act, what are you afraid of?"

The man said: "Of course, I am afraid that the number of people participating in this game will increase. Zhao Qingyan and Bai Zhen, that thing is very likely to be on one of the two of them. You and I will personally keep an eye on them, and we must not let that thing fall into Bai Yaotang's hands, otherwise our efforts will be wasted. ”

"Okay, I know, I'll keep an eye on Bai Zhen. ”

The man bowed slightly, and asked again: "Yuyin Pavilion and Misty Butterfly Town, which one are you sure about?"

"Hehe, Fengyun Xuan has been held to death, and the little guy on the other half of Yuyin Pavilion can't become the climate. As for Butterfly Town, don't worry, just wait and see. ”

The man narrowed his eyes and let out a long breath: "Yes, there is no need to rush. As long as the surname Jiang is not stupid, he will never let Trojan Marquis give that thing away. ”

"Jiang Wuyan is not a problem, he is not stupid, he will always be willing to cooperate with us, it will be time before the time. Judging by his reaction today, I'm afraid he is also planning to act. ”

The man thought about it, but didn't seem to guess it: "Why do you say that?"

"There are not a few masters from the Great Interior, Qi Wangfu, and Xinwangfu, and this ignition can't stop them. The reason why they didn't dare to enter was because of the mechanism formation of the Trojan Marquis Mansion. As Tang Xiaoyu's disciple, Zhao Qingyan naturally had confidence in his formation attainments. But don't forget, Misty Butterfly Town is also half a family of organs, and he Jiang Wuyan is definitely not a person who will be stopped by a mere formation. ”

The man bowed his head: "Indeed, Zhao Qingyan has rushed in, but Jiang Wuyan stayed outside and ignored it, which is suspicious enough." ”

"It's not good, he still deliberately let Zhao Qingyan in. With his vigilance, Zhao Qingyan, who was standing beside him, rushed in like that, would he not be able to stop him? Therefore, he is not worried, what I am afraid of is whether Mumahou will give that thing to his apprentice. ”

The man turned around: "What do you say?"

"If Trojan Marquis still wants to save his Mu family, it will give us an opportunity. But if he really plans to break the net and put an end to it, then ...... I'm afraid the thing is in the hands of the surnamed Zhao. ”

The man thought for a moment, and suddenly said, "There are three people surnamed Zhao here." ”

"It's a pity, no matter which one it is, it's too much to offend. ”

The man said decisively: "You go and stare at Zhao Qingyan, and I will stare at Bai Zhen." ”

"It's okay, looking at Zhao Qingyan is also troublesome. Looking at his appearance, I shouldn't be able to wake up for a while, and my martial arts skills are enough to deal with him. But I came here secretly, and I must go back if I stay for another four days, and I can only leave the rest to my second uncle. ”

The man just said lightly: "Yes." He kept his mouth shut, not intending to continue.

"Speaking of which...... Second uncle, which do you think is more difficult to deal with, Bai Yaotang or Ran Tongxuan?"

The man frowned slightly: "Why did you talk about him?"

"Even Bai Yaotang breathed a sigh of relief, does the second uncle think that Ran Tongxuan will continue to be silent?" The man in the darkness let out a few sullen laughs, "Those who didn't die twelve years ago should come out this time." ”

The man muttered, "The people of that year are not old, and the young people below have also grown up." It's bound to be a death-bound situation, and I don't know if the hatred can end here. ”

"So, it's over when you're dead. ”

A smile flashed in the man's eyes: "I don't really like this kind of solution. ”

"Then pray, pray that you will be one of the last victors. A figure stepped out of the darkness, and with a flash of silver light under the hat that blocked most of his face, his figure disappeared into the deeper darkness.

The man seemed to smile and muttered, "yes, I should have prayed." He bowed with his palms together, sneered, and slowly left.

The staggered hatred officially broke out at this moment, and no one escaped the entanglement of vendetta in the rivers and lakes.

A game of chess has begun.

The faces of the players sitting on either side are blurred, and even the pieces on the board have not yet appeared black and white. But what is certain is that this game of chess will not end.

A chess game that you can't see through, an opponent you can't figure out, and a plan that you can't guess.

Chess that was not played twelve years ago has now been added with new pieces.