But it is precisely because he does not know the way that he can attract everyone's attention more. After all, what is unknown is mysterious. The mysterious is the one who is most interested. Otherwise, if we all know the outcome of the matter, then what's the point of discussing and arguing?

Therefore, it was only a short day, fueled by the do-gooders. This matter, like growing wings, swept the entire royal city. For a time, the entire royal city was shaken. The security of the royal city has been very busy.

In a dark room, Zhou Nan was thrown on a broken wooden board, and Bu Wan'er knelt on the side, looking sluggish. A beautiful face, already covered with dried tear stains, dirty, very deep, looking unusually haggard.

"Brother Zhou, you must persevere, you can't give up!" After a while, Bu Wan'er fanned her eyes, grabbed Zhou Nan's slightly cold right hand, smiled miserably, and said weakly.

It's just that she said it very sincerely and attentively. But Zhou Nan had already passed out in a coma and couldn't hear it at all. was seriously injured by the half-step barbarian king's Donglin Tu move, even if he held on and didn't faint for a while, but the consequences still couldn't escape.

In another dark room, an old man in black took Dong Antu's arm to his body. He cursed and sat aside, his face gloomy, and he kept gnawing his teeth, making a series of creepy 'pop' sounds.

It is a huge attic nearly 100 feet high, divided into eight floors, and the whole body is made of pitch-black boulders, like a giant beast. Standing on the east side of the mountain, under the bright and hot sun. Alone, it seems. It's spectacular.

On the first floor of the attic, a huge monument ten feet tall is erected at the door. Written on it was 'City Guard', three golden and simple characters.

On the eighth floor of the attic, the hideous old man who injured Zhou Nan was sitting on a wide stool at the moment, and he didn't speak for a long time.

In front of him, trembling and half-kneeling were three middle-aged men in silver armor, constantly trembling their bodies. At this moment, their foreheads were covered with cold sweat the size of beans. As the atmosphere became more and more solemn, his head was lowered, and he almost hit the ground.

"Alright, let's all get up!" After another hour, the hideous old man lifted the high crown on his head, shook the golden armor on his body, and said impatiently.

Hearing this, the three of them relaxed their faces and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva in unison. Trembling, he stood up.

"Let's talk about it, how to deal with this matter? After being the captain for so long, it's time for that idea! I always support you, and I can't use my brain. He picked up the teacup beside him. The hideous old man took a sip, his face serious.

"Your Excellency, according to your humble opinion. Such contempt for the rules of the city and the authority of the tribes to the east. It should be severely punished. Kill a hundred to set an example!" A silver-armored man with a scar on his face. He arched his hand and said sonorously.

"What about the two of you, do you have any other ideas?"

"Lord Qiyu, my subordinates also think that these two people should be killed. After all, the precedent of trouble in Wangcheng cannot be broken. Another man with thick eyebrows, with a fierce flesh on his face, waved his palm, made a gesture of cutting off his head, and his tone was equally calm.

"Yes, not only should be killed, but also completely killed. Even their tribes will be severely punished. Otherwise, where is the majesty of our clan, and what are the rules of the royal city?" The last silver-armored old man interjected at the right time, nodded his head constantly, and expressed his opinion.

After the words fell, the three of them subconsciously pursed their lips, raised their heads, and stared at the hideous old man with inquiring eyes.

But alas, their wishes are doomed to fail. The moment they looked up, the three teacups turned into three rays of light and shadow, 'whooshing', leaving a residual image on the table that seemed to be substantial, and smashed it on their heads.

There were three crisp bangs, and the three teacups suddenly turned into pieces. The water mixed with tea ran down the foreheads of the three of them, and poured into their clothes, which was not polite at all.

"Damn it, pigs, are you all pigs? The tribe has raised you, and the brute stone has supplied you at will, and has given you such an important position. You can't make up your mind about a trivial matter. Kill, if I could, I would have killed him a long time ago, and I still need to listen to your nonsense here? What a fucking pig!"

Standing up, the vicious old man pointed to the bridge of the nose of the three of them, and scolded for a while.

The furious fire until the man fell to his knees. The old man gasped for breath and stopped in an ugly manner.

But from beginning to end, the three of them kept their mouths closed, their faces turned white, and beads of sweat kept rolling down their foreheads, but they didn't dare to complain in the slightest. The dignified and barbaric marquis, to such a point, is disgraced, it is really not an ordinary scenery!

"Alright, let's all go down. The Great Contest of Hundred Tribes is about to be held, and it is a critical period for the flow of people in the royal city to skyrocket, so pay attention to Lao Tzu. If this happens again, you should come and see you. With an impatient wave of his hand, the vicious old man sent the three of them away.

"Hmph, murder? There may be no simpler thing in the world! But unfortunately, it is precisely because of simplicity that it is the most difficult. Staring at the sky outside the window, the vicious old man smiled fiercely and said with a disdainful expression.

When the words fell, the golden light flashed in the air, and the room fell silent, and there was no more sound.

A quarter of an hour later, the east side of the mountain.

It was a hole that was less than half a foot high, and it was so dark that it was impossible to see anything clearly. From time to time, a fresh breeze blew, making loud whimpering sounds. The poignant tone, like a ghost crying, sounded particularly penetrating.

The high-crowned fierce old man in golden armor was kneeling on one knee in front of the cave with his head bowed at the moment.

The old and somewhat rough forehead was already covered with sweat, and it looked unusually embarrassed.

Feng Shui takes turns, and everything is just like the three silver-armored men before. It's just a change of scene, a change of object. In essence, there is still no change.

Maintaining this posture, the vicious old man waited for a long time.

After another half a cup of tea, an old and ethereal voice came out of the cave.

The tone of the voice was cold, without the slightest emotion, and just like that, the face of the vicious old man instantly turned white.

"Your performance, the old man is very dissatisfied. But on the basis of how much you have done for the tribe, I will give you another chance. Tell me, what do you think on the matter?" the old voice was very impatient, and his attitude was surprisingly tough.

"Yes, Elder of the Three Clans. This time, someone did it inside the royal city, and the impact was bad, and it has already caused a storm in the city. In order to calm down the rhetoric and save the face of our people. It stands to reason that the troublemakers should be executed as an example. But the problem is that after such a thing, there is no point in killing people. Therefore, the subordinates advocated not killing. ”

The corners of the fierce old man's mouth twitched, and he slowly began to tell his opinion.

But as soon as his words fell, a thunderous roar carried a stormy invective. Swallowed him up.

"Waste, are you a pig? Pigs are smarter than you. The old man asked you to come here just to listen to your nonsense? If you don't kill it, of course you can't kill it, the old man has long known these things, and he just wants to hear your opinions. But you're a useless thing, it's so disappointing. Pigs, all fucking pigs. Ahem, damn it, I'm mad at the old man!" the old voice scolded.

At the moment when the voice came, the face of the vicious old man suddenly changed, and his white turned black. Lowering his noble head and clinging to the cold stone, the vicious old man didn't dare to say a word, but kept holding cold sweat and shivering for a while.

That bear-like look is really a nest! It was completely different from the domineering and awe-inspiring performance when he reprimanded the three silver-armored men before. Ridiculous, lamentable, helpless, and pathetic. However, this is the truth.

kept scolding for a quarter of an hour before the old man's voice gradually slowed down.

"Alright. At present, it is a special period of the hundred tribes and tribes, and they all give the old man a starting spirit. This matter will be left to you to deal with. The clan spirit in the royal domain is backlashing, and it is serious again, the old man can't be separated, you go down!"

"Yes, the subordinates will definitely deal with this matter and strive to solve it in a day, so that you will not be disappointed by the boss of the three clans. With a fist clenched and his mouth opened, the vicious old man's face turned straight and he said solemnly.

Half a quarter of an hour later, deep in the cave, inside a pitch-black coffin. As soon as the black light flashed, a thin old man like a skeleton suddenly opened his eyes. kicked open the lid of the coffin, and under the big black mouth, he laughed.

"Excuse me, old golden wolf, this time the old man will sell you a face, and he will not pursue this matter. The next time we meet, I hope you don't disappoint too much!" The old man's voice contained a deep emotion, indescribably strange.

Then, after a quarter of an hour of gibberish, the man slammed the lid of the coffin again.

After a while, the cave fell into calm again, without the slightest sound.

Zhou Nan, who was in a coma, didn't know what to do, because of one reason or another, under the rules of the city that was as clear as a knife in the east of the royal city, he luckily picked up a life. At this moment, he was still unconscious, and he didn't know anything. Next to her, Bu Wan'er was still crying helplessly.

A day later, the city guards came up with a specious excuse, and when they extorted a large amount of wealth from the Dongyang tribe and beat them to the point that they were about to vomit blood, they were strictly ordered to calm down this absurd turmoil. (To be continued......)