The night is dark, and in addition to the bustling areas in the central area, Heiliao City also has a large area of dilapidated and gray areas - slums.
It occupies nearly half of the vast Hei Liao City like a scar.
Now with natural disasters and man-made disasters, more people have fallen into poverty, and the area of slums has expanded a lot.
In a thatched hut deep in the slum, a few soybean oil lamps that you wouldn't want to light on in your usual places are rarely placed.
Seven or eight ragged people gathered in the middle, a middle-aged man with white hair and messy hair stood up with a cold face-
"I object. This is obviously a trap for us. What kind of descendants of the Xiao family, and that woman is not even named Xiao, so you are interested in seeing her?"
Another short and strong man couldn't help but say, "But Aunt Xiao did marry into the Ming family and also has a daughter... we all know."
"So what? Look at the disgusting things that Mu did, even his comrades in the army became unrecognizable, let alone a young lady who was fond of the capital? What did she suddenly appear and want to do!" The white-haired man sneered.
"But she saved your Xiaowei, and my Ayuan and the others..." A middle-aged woman couldn't help frowning, clattering and smoking inferior dry tobacco.
Someone else interrupted: "She has married the son of the Dog Emperor, so what else can I say? She must still want to help the Dog Emperor catch us, so she can't be fooled!"
"but......"
A group of people quarreled and held their own opinions, but most of them still believed that the concubine must have an ulterior motive!
until......
"Send two people to meet the chef and meet in the chef." A somewhat mute voice suddenly rang.
Everyone was stunned and looked at the middle-aged scholar who had been sitting on the bench. He was wearing a patched plain robe, had a broken leg, and his face was sallow and thin, but he had a calm aura.
"Military Secretary Song..." The white-haired man couldn't help but speak.
The middle-aged scholar looked at him and said lightly: "Old Wei, it's been twenty years. I'm no longer a military advisor, and you are not the Zhongwu Captain of the year, but no matter what, you don't want to see the only remaining Xiao Shuai.
Are descendants? Even if she is setting a trap, even if she is a waste who doesn’t know anything, even if she is just a boudoir woman who is ignorant of the world.”
One sentence instantly made everyone silent.
Their faith is a man like a pillar of the country and his spirit of never regretting death. His body has been destroyed, but his soul has been forever.
Twenty years have passed, and the line they learned to write when they were enlightened was still the inscription on his sword.
"Dark is approaching, and my red blood will be right before millions of people. Blood will splatter in the sky, and I will never retreat!"
Even though... even though he and the heroic souls under his command have gone away and their corpses are scattered, they still want to take a look at their bloodline again.
Just follow the voice, appearance and smile of an old friend.
"Actually... as long as we don't say who we are, just lurking in and just take a look, it's not impossible. If the other party doesn't know who we are, there will be no big risk." The middle-aged woman kowtowed.
Knock the mottled tobacco gun in your hands.
Someone immediately agreed: "I agree with Sister Hong."
"Yes, as long as they find out, let's take a look, is that woman bad or good?"
"Yes! This is worthy of Xiao Shuai and the brothers who have left behind to sacrifice themselves and let us escape and live until now!"
The gray-haired old Wei stood up in anger: "Okay, you can go and see if that woman has any conspiracy. If you are discovered, don't implicate everyone!"
After saying that, he walked out with great strides, and his footsteps shook the grass on the thatched tent with heavy footsteps.
"Okay, don't pay attention to Lao Wei, he feels very complicated." The middle-aged woman called Hong Jie still had a scar on her face, and she sneered.
She looked at the middle-aged scholar on the side: "Brother Song, please arrange someone, I'm the only one."
Song Tang glanced at her and wanted to say something, but nodded: "Okay, I'll make arrangements."
......
When Ming Lanruo woke up, it was already bright, and she reached out and touched the side in a daze.
There was no one around her, she rubbed her eyes and got up: "Jinghe..."
Her voice was soft, and a tall figure wearing a half-white Shura mask suddenly turned out from behind the screen.
Ming Lanruo was startled and shivered instinctively: "Who are you..."
The other party walked over unscrupulously and sat beside her: "What do you think?"
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment, staring at the corners of his scarlet lips, and suddenly rubbed his eyebrows: "You... won't look too eye-catching? Why don't you wear a personal leather mask?"
She remembered that he said last night that he would no longer disguise as Homoko, but would change his identity and stay by her side.
"Whose face do you want? Chen Ning, Zhou Rugu, Jinghe... or others?" he asked with a chuckling.
Minglanruo paused, and his mind was a little clearer. If he disguised himself as someone around her, it would mean that at least one person would have to hide his identity.
If the Red Blood people really think he is his own person, they might expose the existence of the Legion! This chapter has been completed!