Fenglai County, originally under the rule of Dayong, was the poorest county in Chongqing, although the people were not hungry and poorly clothed, they were not much better, and Huang Fuxu was deeply impressed by this.

However, the old place is revisited, but in a few years, I came to Fenglai County again, looking at the countryside along the way, the people's faces were full of expressions of harvest and joy, the clothes were not very new, but they were very clean, representing the hope in the hearts of the people.

"Unexpectedly, Yuzhou under the rebels has become a paradise, no wonder there is a saying that Yuzhou has become an iron plate, difficult to shake, this is the choice of the people, and the Ram family has done a good job. ”

Huang Fuxu looked at the surrounding people all the way from a unique perspective and found that it was completely different from a few years ago, the former Dawang Village was revitalized, and the people were no longer numb, but full of hope and bright eyes.

Although Huang Fuxu does not cultivate the imperial road, he also knows that the here and now has completely shaken the foundation of Dayong.

Because unlike the withering people's livelihood in Shuzhou, the people's hearts are different from Dayong, and the people here have become accustomed to, and even hope for, the rule of the Ram family, because they can live better and be more like individuals.

Even he could feel that the whole land was rising a kind of weather, a kind of majestic atmosphere that was incompatible with Dayong, and that the old was out of the new.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, the natural emperor is not in the ram, but in the emperor, otherwise maybe the ram family can really rely on this majestic atmosphere to gradually sweep and establish a new dynasty. ”

Sighing, Huangfu Xu walked in front of a group of more than a dozen people as if no one was around, these dozen or so were the costumes of the Three Saints Gang, and he didn't feel that anyone was passing in front of him, but he just felt a gust of wind blowing.

"Brothers, I've been looking for this for many days, so what kind of witch has left Feng? We are not iron men, if we continue like this, no one can stand it." ”

A middle-aged man with some fine lines at the corners of his eyes complained a little, this is the old man in the gang, and it is also an old fritter, unlike those young people who are bent on making contributions, and what they find is stability.

Even to a certain extent, a person similar to this middle-aged person really doesn't want to find the white-haired witch, because if you really find it, you can't save your life nine times out of ten, you can't hope that you just found a person, and the master of the Ram family came in an instant and took down the person.

"Okay, don't complain, we're just sweeping some surrounding villages, it's a matter of checking and filling in the gaps, there's no danger, and the gang of people who go to the county seat are miserable."

However, the Ram family dispatched such a big force this time, it seems that it is really unbearable, and it is a pity to completely eliminate the white-haired witch.

People who have heard this witch say that although she has white hair, she is very beautiful, and she doesn't know why she killed herself, but it's a pity. ”

Huang Fuxu listened to the discussion behind him, and sighed slightly, yes, even these ordinary gangs know that it is self-defeating to fight against the Ram family in Yuzhou, why is she so persistent?

Also, she knew that she was in Zhongzhou, why didn't she come to find herself, was she afraid that she would disappoint her?

Fenglai County, at this time, the doors of every household are closed, and the major shops and vendors are also cautious, and the buyer and seller have to spend three times the usual mental time to confirm that the identity of the other party is not suspicious.

A team of big men in different clothes patrolled the streets, in the southeast, northwest, and northwest of the county town, in each of the five positions, there was a grandmaster of the Ram family sitting in the town, and if there was an abnormality in any direction, others could quickly rush to help.

Even in the dark, there is a great grandmaster's clan elder who is hiding looking for a white-haired witch, but the ice crystal sword in the hand of this woman is extraordinary, covering people's breath, more powerful than the most brilliant latent technique, and it has not been found for a long time.

In the city of Fenglai County, in the pure center of Leng Wenbai, the former elder of the Tianxing Gang, there is a woman who is frantically looking for in the entire Yuzhou.

In the quiet and tidy room, a woman in red clothes and white hair shawl was kneeling cross-legged on the pale yellow futon on the wooden bed, with a long sword as transparent as ice crystals lying horizontally on her knees.

The whole room is very large, the middle is covered by a screen, behind it is a dresser, tables and chairs, etc., in front of the screen is a quietly waiting, honest-looking, somewhat tangled and hesitant young man.

The young man was about 20 years old, holding a porcelain bowl with blue and white on a white background, and inside was a steaming medicinal soup, which was fragrant, not only nourishing the body, but also delicious.

"What's the matter? This is the sixth time you've come to my room today, and if you do this again, I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave. ”

Thin curved eyebrows, watery eyes, and a round and flawless nose, cherry-like mouth, beautiful facial features, except for a white hair, it is completely Ling Qiushui's appearance, but compared to a few years ago, her temperament is cold, her eyes are cold, and she is no longer the arrogant eldest lady.

Listening to the cold and helpless voice of the beautiful woman inside, Leng Haoran held the porcelain bowl, very excited, and a little overwhelmed, wanting to bring the medicinal soup in his hand, but afraid of the abrupt beauty.

With a flick of the wrist, a sharp force wrapped the porcelain bowl and sent it steadily into the round table inside the screen.

"Miss Ling, don't get me wrong, this is the medicinal soup I made for you, it is very helpful for your injuries, I will leave immediately, and I will not come again. ”

After finishing speaking, he waited sideways for the beautiful woman behind the screen to stay, and after a long time, Leng Haoran pushed the door and left with disappointment, I don't know how many times I was disappointed.

Ling Qiushui looked at the medicinal soup on the round table in front of her, her eyes were a little gloomy, of course she could see that the honest and honest person admired her, just like she liked that person back then, she couldn't wait to dig out her heart and lungs, and give anything good to the other party.

But she can't accept this feeling, not only because she has a deep hatred, which may affect Leng Haoran, but also because she already has a figure in her heart that will never fade.

Purple-dressed, black-haired, long knife, and a pair of domineering, arrogant eyes, that is her man.

"Xiaoxiao, drink the medicine. ”

A familiar murmur sounded vaguely in his ears, Ling Qiushui stepped off the bed, sat down on the edge of the table with the ice crystal sword, picked up the spoon and unconsciously shook it in the bowl a few times, his eyes were a little confused.

I don't know how many times the familiar and unfamiliar voice has sounded, but it is more the voice of "Don't avenge me" that her father opened for her before he died, and it was the second uncle who tried his best to block the roar of the master of the Ram family for her and her father......

"The Ram Family, the Ram Family, I will not let you go, even if I die, I will make you immortal. ”

The nostalgia in her eyes gradually disappeared, turning into a cold killing intent, gently pulling up the white hair on one side, the injury was almost healed, and when her injury was healed, she would behead another grandmaster of the Ram family.

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