It's dark at night, and in addition to the prosperous areas in the center of Heilia City, there are also large shabby gray areas - slums.
Like a scar, it occupies nearly half of the vast Heiliao City.
Now, with the natural and man-made disasters, more people have been reduced to abject poverty, and the area of slums has expanded a lot again.
In a thatched shack deep in the slums, a soybean oil lamp that was usually reluctant to be lit was rarely lit.
Seven or eight people in ragged clothes gathered in the middle. A middle-aged man with white sideburns and messy hair stood up with a cold face——
"I object. This is obviously a trap for us. Who are the descendants of the Xiao family? That woman doesn't even have the surname Xiao, so you are tempted to meet her?"
Another short and stocky man couldn't help but said: "But Aunt Xiao did marry into the Ming family and has a daughter... We all know that."
"So what? Look at the disgusting things that Mu has done. Even his fellow soldiers have become unrecognizable, let alone a pampered young lady from the capital? What does she want to do when she suddenly appears!" The white-haired man sneered.
"But she saved your little Wei, and my A Yuan and the others..." A middle-aged woman couldn't help but frown and smoked low-quality dry cigarettes.
Someone else chimed in: "She has already married the son of the Dog Emperor. What else is there to say? She must still want to help the Dog Emperor catch us. Don't be fooled!"
"but......"
A group of people were noisy and had their own opinions, but most of them still believed that the Ming Concubine must have an ulterior motive!
until......
"Send two people to meet the maids and cooks who are applying for jobs." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone was stunned and looked at the middle-aged scholar who had been sitting on the bench. He was wearing a patched plain robe and had a broken leg. His face was sallow and thin, but he had a calm aura.
"Military Commander Song..." The white-haired man couldn't help but speak.
The middle-aged scholar looked at him and said calmly: "Old Wei, it has been twenty years. I am no longer a military advisor, and you are no longer the Zhongwu Colonel back then. But no matter what, you don't want to see the only remaining Xiao Shuai."
Descendants? Even if she is setting a trap, even if she is a waste who knows nothing, even if she is just a boudoir girl who is not familiar with the world."
One sentence instantly silenced everyone.
The belief in their hearts is the man who is like the pillar of the country and his unrepentant spirit. His body has perished, but his soul will last forever.
Twenty years later, the line of calligraphy they asked their children to learn to write is still the inscription on his sword.
"Darkness is coming, and my red blood will be slashed in front of millions of people. My blood will be splashed in the sky, and I will not retreat until I die!"
Even...even though he and the heroic souls under his command have gone away and their bones are scattered, they still want to take a look at their bloodline again.
Just look for some of my old friend’s voice and smile.
"Actually... as long as you don't say who we are, sneak in and take a look, it's not impossible. If the other party doesn't know who we are, there won't be much risk." The middle-aged woman kowtowed.
Knocking the mottled dry pipe in his hand.
Someone immediately echoed: "I agree with Sister Hong."
"Yes, as long as they find out, let's take a look and see if that woman is a bad girl or a good girl."
"Yes! This is worthy of Xiao Shuai and the brothers who were cut off from the rear, sacrificing themselves so that we could escape and live until now!!"
The gray-haired Lao Wei stood up angrily: "Okay, you can go ahead and see what the woman's conspiracy is. If you are discovered, don't implicate the big guys!"
After saying that, he strode out, the sound of his footsteps shaking the grass from the thatched tent.
"Okay, ignore Lao Wei, he is very complicated." The middle-aged woman called Sister Hong, who still had a scar on her face, sneered.
She looked at the middle-aged scholar on the side: "Brother Song, please arrange someone, count me in."
Song Tang glanced at her and wanted to say something, but still nodded: "Okay, I will make arrangements."
...
When Ming Lanruo woke up, it was already bright. She reached out and touched the side in a daze.
There was no one around anymore. She rubbed her eyes and got up: "Jinghe..."
Her voice was soft, and a tall figure wearing half a white Shura mask suddenly appeared from behind the screen.
Ming Lanruo was startled and shrank instinctively: "Who are you..."
The other party came over unscrupulously and sat next to her: "What do you think?"
Ming Lanruo was stunned, staring at the corners of his scarlet lips, and suddenly rubbed the center of his eyebrows: "You... don't look too eye-catching like this? Why don't you wear a leather mask?"
She remembered that he said last night that he would no longer disguise himself as Homurako, but would change his identity and stay by her side.
"Whose face do you want? Chen Ning, Zhou Ruji, Jing He...or someone else?" he asked with a chuckle.
Ming Lanruo paused for a moment, and her slightly confused mind became slightly clearer. If he pretended to be someone close to her, it meant that at least one person would have to remain anonymous.
If the Red-Blooded people really think that he is one of their own, the existence of the legion may be exposed! This chapter has been completed!
