"Woo-Woo!"

Bu Linghou’s eldest son, Bu Shan, can only be described in the four words “fat head and big ears”. It is the endless wealth of Donglicheng that made him live a pampered life and become what he is now.

But at the moment, he could only watch his own wealth fall into the hands of the Eastern Barbarians.

He wanted to rebuke loudly, but his mouth was filled with smelly stockings, and he could only whimper and express his anger.

Jiang Chen sneered, and his cold eyes immediately fell on the noble young master, joking:

"In terms of debauchery, you are exactly the same as your father. Are you playing your father?"

There are countless rumors about Bu Linghou's debauchery and addiction to the art of ghosts and gods, and it is not new.

But perhaps because of the reason why the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, the young master who will inevitably inherit the throne in the future can be said to be "a young man from the blue but better than the blue" compared to his father.

The folk girl Wei is one of her insignificant victims.

The Qingzhou soldier pulled off the smelly socks from Bu Shan's mouth. After taking a few deep breaths of clean air, he said with a slight angrily:

"Do you nothing, you damn Dongman--"

Bang!

Before he finished speaking, a heavy punch fell on Bu Shan’s face, instantly knocking off several teeth, and blood was dripping from his mouth.

After being punched several times in a row, Bu Shan was beaten to the point of bruising and immediately became much more honest:

"Yes, the most important thing about inheriting the position of kings and princes is never ability, it is just the order of birth, and the four-word evaluation of 'this sub-class father'. The more capable you are, the more uneasy your father will feel. Being a playboy and stupid person can inherit the family business steadily."

Playing everywhere... Jiang Chen was funny in his heart and pretended to ask casually:

"What do you playboys, what do you play on your daily life? Cricket fight?"

When he heard the three words "cricket fighting", Bu Shan immediately became interested and said proudly:

"Of course, the cricket king I raise is ten thousand times stronger than those guys in the capital!"

A ray of light flashed in Jiang Chen's eyes and he smiled:

“Where is it?”

Bu Shan responded slyly:

"Let me go, I'll tell you!"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly, just waved his hand.

Feng Lebin couldn't help laughing.

Perhaps a very small number of these noble nobles who live in honor and dignity may be noble, but most of them are inferior to ordinary people, and they cannot even withstand the most ordinary punishments.

Bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

With only six or seven heavy punches, Bu Shan cried and cried:

"I said...I said it all!"

Jiang Chen patted his shoulder and said with a smile:

"It would be better if you said it would be possible? You can avoid a beating."

Bu Shan looked aggrieved and said the storage location. The cricket king lived in the mulberry tree in the back garden. There was a wooden sign hanging at the top with five big words on it:

[Magnificent General].

There is a hole in the wood sign, which is the cricket king's nest.

Jiang Chen immediately ran deep into the courtyard and found an old mulberry tree nearly three meters high. He was delighted to find that the cricket's hair and beard were completely white, which fully met the standards of "monarch medicine".

and.

The reason why it can live for more than three years is also quite amazing.

When the other Qingzhou soldiers saw the scene on the mulberry trees, they were amazed:

"Aren't crickets vegetarian?"

"Look, it swallowed the young silkworm all into its stomach!"

"I am worthy of being a mighty general, hahahaha~"

From the jokes of the crowd, we can know that this white-bearded cricket eats meat and especially loves to eat fat silkworms.

The moment a large number of strangers entered the back garden, the mighty general seemed to feel the great crisis, gave up eating, spread his wings and wanted to fly away from the mulberry tree.

But the next second, Jiang Chen started the Han Ranger, jumped up, reached out, gently grabbed the fat and old mighty general, and put it into the wooden box.

All the monarch and ministers and left envoys needed to be promoted to [Scavenger] have been obtained.

Next,

Just take medicine and hold a ceremony and you will be separated from the ordinary... From then on, you will become a saint!

Jiang Chen was in a good mood and turned around and walked back to the hall, but found that Bu Shan was trembling all over and showed despair. He immediately shouted when he saw Jiang Chen:

"Take me away!"

"?"

Jiang Chen slowly raised a question mark.

The Qingzhou soldiers guarding the side frowned and said in a muffled voice:

"Just just now, this guy asked me if the portrait of the door god at the gate had been cut. I said yes, and he shouted desperately, asking to leave here and hope to see you."

Bu Shan's eyes were filled with an indescribable fear, and without any hesitation, he directly revealed the plan of the Great Wu Zhu:

"The great witch Zhu told me a few months ago that once Donglicheng faces the most dangerous situation, he will immediately kill my father and forcefully start a night walk with the blood of the princes of Loulan. Only the portrait of the door god can prohibit ghosts from entering and leaving."

"What?!"

Jiang Chen was shocked, remembering the pain when he broke through the courtyard gate, and immediately understood everything. Looking at Bu Shan's fat head and big ears, he couldn't help but say in anger:

"Silly thing, why didn't you say it earlier?"

Bu Shan had a bitter face: "I just remembered..."

Feng Lebin also felt a little incredible and raised questions:

"How could I tell you such a secret?"

Bu Shan was silent for a few seconds, and said word by word:

"The Great Witch Zhu is my real father."

…………

The setting sun is like blood.

The hot blood of the soldiers was flowing everywhere in the streets of Donglicheng, which was a little brighter than the sunset.

certainly.

Most of the blood comes from two thousand East Plough soldiers.

The Qingzhou soldiers of Zhang Long's Xiang army were only half a percent lost. His strong performance made many military officials recognize the fake lieutenant Zhang Ying.

[To be honest, I have been using wild fruit reading to read books and follow updates recently, changing sources and switching, and pronunciation aloud for many tones, www. Android and Apple are available.]

Strength is always a pass for the strong!

"It's too powerful, especially the captain. Is he really still a human?" Hou Ling hid in the marquis' mansion and shivered. It was not at night at this time. The basic conditions for the hundreds of ghosts to go to the night can't be achieved. He couldn't help but curse:

"It is not a problem to persist for thirty or fifty days. I haven't even been able to hold on for a day. It's really a waste! Garbage! Idiot!"

After hearing this, Duke Wen looked ugly and inexplicably felt a little "thing hurts his kind".

Although the Dongli School Captain was rebellious, he insisted on fighting from beginning to end until he died. But he never thought that he had just died in battle and was slandered and insulted by Bu Linghou.

But at this moment.

The great witch Zhu bowed slightly and said humbly:

"June, I have a plan to launch a night tour of hundreds of ghosts in advance to save Dongli. You will also become a great hero to save the country when fighting the Dongman."

Bu Linghou was overjoyed. The more he looked at the great witch, the more he liked him. He said kindly:

"The old saying of Dongman is that in the violent wind, we can see whether it is a tough and upright grass. In the intense and turbulent moments, we can distinguish a true loyal minister. My great witch, if we can defeat the enemy, I will definitely go to the capital of Loulan and ask for your merits."

The Great Wu Zhu shook his head, his tone was particularly sincere:

"No, I'm asking for me for you."

Bu Linghou was shocked and did not understand the meaning of the great witch's congratulations for a while, but the next second, he personally experienced the true meaning.

A sharp dagger suddenly stabbed into Bu Linghou's chest, and blood flowed.

However, after one or two breathings, the "Loulan City Lord", the "nominal father of the great witch Zhu's own son", the "brother of the Loulan Yan clan", and the "one of the four marquises of Loulan", had no rest and died at this moment.

"You? A traitor!"

Duke Wen was furious.
To be continued...