It's also Huajing.

General Lane.

Mr. Qiu was wearing a white silk Tai Chi suit and was writing hard in the study, and was writing something.

Just as he was writing about the deepest place, the gatekeeper Huang Uncle walked in and whispered, "General, Vice General Staff Yang is here."

"Well, let him come in." Old General Qiu said without raising his head.

"Okay." Uncle Huang retreated. Soon after, Yang Zhongyong had already walked in.

"Zhongyong, come here and see how this character is? I'm going to give this character to that little Chenzi. He is a good boy!" Although the old general Qiu smiled happily and greeted Yang Zhongyong with a cheerful smile to see the character he wrote now.

The characters he wrote were eight big characters "Golden swords and iron horses, bravery and bravery" and were now at the end of the last character "名" and the last dew and vertical dew. Although the eight characters, although they have not been finished, the strong killing aura has penetrated the back of the paper, stirring the universe, and the momentum is extremely powerful, and they are heading towards the night man.

"Secret report, Xiao Chenzi is dead." Yang Zhongyong did not have a smile on his face, but walked to the door of General Qiu and said in a low voice.

"Die?" The corners of General Qiu's eyes twitched, and the last stroke stopped on the vertical tip of the hanging dew, instantly swept the best rice paper into a gradually expanding ink dot.

"What's going on?" General Qiu slowly put away his pen, glanced at the word that had been written in a scrapped manner, then threw the pen into the pen wash holder next to him, and looked up and asked.

In an instant, a sharp cold light like a peerless treasure sword shot out in his eyes. Wherever the blade reached, nothing in the world could resist.

"In order to see his wife and children, he was troubled by the woman's family, and died there while swimming across an underground cave river." Yang Zhongyong took a deep breath, avoided his blade-like light, and said slowly.

"It's that simple?" Old General Qiu frowned and asked, looking directly at Yang Zhongyong.

"Yes." Yang Zhongyong nodded.

"Continue to pay attention, such a good boy will not die so unknown. Even if he dies, he will die as strong as he stands tall and vigorously, rather than dying in a remote mountain valley." Old General Qiu snorted angrily, and the chill in his eyes became even more intense. I wonder if he was angry because Liang Chen was worthy of death or for other reasons. However, for such a long time, something that could cause such great emotional fluctuations in his heart may have been Liang Chen in the past three years.

"Okay, I will dig through this matter thoroughly, including every detail." Yang Zhongyong nodded.

"Well. Do you think there is something wrong with this matter?" General Qiu asked straightforwardly, heading straight to the center of the problem, not considering those minor things at all, just like when he was young, if he did not move, he would be like fire, burning the sky and cracking the earth.

"There is a lot of doubt. With my understanding of Liang Chen, he could not die easily. Even an army of more than 2,000 people was helpless in position wars. What can I do if I trap his death in a poor mountain valley?" Yang Zhongyong nodded and said.

"Then make it clear and you can report it to me directly at any time." The expression in the eyes of Old General Qiu relaxed slightly, and he nodded.

"Yes, General." Yang Zhongyong saluted a military salute.

"Go, if he is not dead, let him take the time to come. Even if the words are written in a daze, I will give them to him." General Qiu nodded and said.

"Yes!" Yang Zhongyong responded.

"If he is really dead, you must continue to pay close attention to the matters in Jiangcheng. The national strategy must be implemented in Jiangcheng. This time, it will be a strong blow to those outsiders. Therefore, this strategy must be implemented unswervingly." General Qiu said with his hands behind his back.

"Okay, Bingdao will do his best, but Xu Jiuan's attitude is still swaying. Whether he will cooperate with him is also one of the key points. There are rumors that the Ma family seems to have had secret contact with him." Yang Zhongyong said.

"Let's take a look. Under the grand ceremony of prosperity, there will always be some clowns who jump around for various purposes. It doesn't matter. As long as it is beneficial to the country and can benefit the people, it doesn't matter. As long as it is beneficial to the country and can benefit the people, it doesn't matter. As long as it does not mislead the national strategy, they will go with them. After all, this is not a political struggle, but the fate of the national economy and people's livelihood. I believe they will not have such a sense of overall situation. But if it is misleading the country and the people, then they have no need to exist." General Qiu narrowed his eyes and snorted. However, this sentence is full of strong killing smell, which makes people feel a little chilling.

"The general is sad for the heavens, the people are blessed." Yang Zhongyong was excited and looked up and said, "This is not flattery, but the words in his heart."

"I am compassionate to the heavens and the others, just to see if the fortune can help you. I hope that God can give me a few more days to finish what I want to do." Mr. Qiu looked up at the night sky outside, and the bright moon was blocked by a dark cloud.

He coughed lightly, and his upright back began to bend down a little.

"General, your body..." Yang Zhongyong's eyes were full of worries, and he went up and helped General Qiu in one step.

"It's okay, I can't die now, and I can still last for a while. I hope I can really finish this favorable thing for the country and the people. In this way, even if I get down, I will have the face to face my past comrades." Old Master Qiu sighed, and his face seemed to have suddenly grown old. With the help of Yang Zhongyong, he sat down slowly, held his hands on the mahogany handrail, and sighed to the sky.

It's still Huajing.

In a large courtyard outside the Fifth Ring Road, the idiot Xibei goods Zhao Peining was hudding in fear at the corner of the wall, holding his head, and his body was trembling. His face and body were covered with scars, and blood was still rising out along many wounds, looking particularly miserable. He shrank against the wall, and murmured in fear, "Mom, don't hit me, don't hit me..."

A middle-aged woman was sitting in the yard, looking straight at him, with flames of crazy hatred and tears of despair.

"Die? Are you really dead? How can you die? I haven't really taken action yet, why are you dead like this?" She murmured, staring at the stack of information on the table, her teeth clattering.

"If you die, then you will be lucky. However, this matter is far from over. I want all the people around you who have something to do with you to go down and accompany you. In this way, you won't be so lonely, right? Haha, hahahaha..." She burst into laughter crazy and nervously, and the laughter sounded like the cry of a demon owl in the quiet night.
Chapter completed!