Master Pang unconsciously felt his neck chills, and even Bao Zheng couldn't help but touch his neck.

Speaking of this, Zhan Zhao opened the file again, "This happened a month ago. The entire Duan Dao Gate was almost killed. The Duan Dao Gate was a branch of the Dao Alliance. It was destroyed like this. The leader of the Alliance Dao Xingfeng would definitely not give up. He would probably make a big fuss." After saying that, Zhan Zhao ran into the house to pack his luggage and prepared to watch the fun.

Bao Zheng and Pang Ji looked at each other and after a long time, Zhan Zhao still didn't say who the owner of Yun Zhongdao was.

When he set off in the evening, Zhan Zhao rode his beautiful maroon horse in the night wind with a bag on his back and stood in the night wind. The small evening breeze in April, coupled with the half-moon in the sky, outlined the red horse and the black-haired man in red shirt, with a little starlight in his eyes, killing people without blood...

Bao Zheng turned around when he got into the sedan chair and couldn't help but sniffing tears of bitterness to the girls who were waving goodbye to Zhan Zhao.

The long patrol team came out of Kaifeng City in a mighty manner under the guidance of 500 elite soldiers. In order not to disturb the people, Bao Zheng specially left the city in the middle of the night, quietly.

In the dark night, Zhan Zhao followed slowly at the end of the team, as if he was thinking about something.

At this time, the carriage of Taishi Pang and his team slowed down until they were almost as flush as Zhan Zhao, and the curtain was lifted up and Taishi Pang poked out.

Zhan Zhao glanced at him and smiled.

Under the moonlight, Master Pang unexpectedly discovered that Zhan Zhao's smile was the same as the one just now. If he was not a dizzy old eye, he was sure that the smile was full of something called sincerity, so he asked curiously, "Who does guard Zhan smile to and not to smile to whom? Is there any boundary?"

Zhan Zhao blinked, without thinking, just said, "Just don't harm me, just don't harm others."

Master Pang smiled and nodded. Is this Zhan Zhao's bottom line? Seeing him yawning, he seemed to be preparing to sniff for a while immediately. Master quickly seized the opportunity and asked the last sentence, "What is the name of the master who used the Yunzhong Dao you just mentioned?"

Zhan Zhao's mouth curled up a little more, "The name sounds good."

The Grand Master is waiting.

"The swordsman in the clouds are Yunzhongdao, the unparalleled Baiyutang." Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows at the Grand Master, "I remember hearing these three words, taking a detour. He specializes in killing corrupt officials, slanderous ministers and bad guys..."

The Grand Master shrank his neck and grabbed Bao Zheng who was dozing off on the soft couch on the other end of the carriage and shook, "Heizi, you have to let Zhan guard take care of me!"

Lord Bao yawned and carefully explained what it means to lose sight of the fangs. By the way, he turned over and chased Pang Ji like a fly. "Why did you teach me how to prevent mosquitoes two days ago?"

Pang Ji was stunned and scratched his head, "Don't put on clothes and shut your mouth, the mosquitoes will no longer see you at night."

Bao Zheng looked back at him with some resentment, "So, don't be a corrupt official and turn to justice. If you can be safe everywhere, the world will be wider. Just apply ink and pretend to be me... Come!"

After saying that, he handed him a piece of ink.

...

Zhan Zhao was outside and heard the carriage pinched again, and he touched his nose helplessly. He had this problem since he was a child. Every time something big happened, his nose would always itch.
Chapter completed!