"Water...water..." A weak voice sounded from inside the tent.
Lin Heng, who had been guarding outside the tent for three days and three nights, got up quickly after hearing this.
"Water! Water! Where's the water?!" Lin Heng roared into the void, big beads of sweat covering his forehead.
"Why are you so anxious? The water is placed by the young master's bedside. Let him drink it by himself. It's not like he was beaten to paralysis." Xu Hao looked disdainful.
Lin Heng ran straight into Ye Lan's tent without looking back.
"Your Highness!"
Opening the curtain, Ye Lan climbed up with difficulty leaning on the wooden box behind him. Upon seeing this, Lin Heng quickly picked up the cup on the bedside and handed it over.
Ye Lan saw the ragged beggar in front of her and couldn't help but wonder, who is this person?
But when Lin Heng raised his head and looked at Ye Lan, he seemed to have seen the beggar's face before.
Seeing the doubts on Ye Lan's face, Lin Heng said, "Your Highness, Centurion, Lin Heng."
Ye Lan vaguely saw this person when she was playing in her father's hall when she was a child.
Ye Lan couldn't help but be surprised in her heart. The Holy Lord massacred the royal family and the Royal Guards like a blanket. Now the civil and military officials in the Flower City should have died under the Holy Lord's iron hoof, but this person can still survive.
Lin Heng saw Ye Lan's frown and immediately explained, "Your Highness, I was on a mission in the black desert during the Renjiu coup, so I escaped."
"When I returned to the flowery capital, the country of Heyun had already been turned upside down."
Lin Heng's eyes filled with tears as he spoke. He lowered his head again and again, for fear of falling a tear in front of Ye Lan. He swallowed even more, punched the ground with his hands, and firmly grasped the dust on the ground, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"When I came back, the flag on the city wall was no longer there. It was... above..."
Lin Heng could no longer restrain himself, tears were falling down, his lower teeth bit his upper lip, and bright red blood seeped out bit by bit.
"The heads of comrades are hung on it, and the gray walls are already soaked with the blood of the soldiers."
Ye Lan listened quietly to Lin Heng's story, put her hand on Lin Heng's back, patted her gently, and said with a smile
"I will avenge the dead soldiers and the people of Heyun Kingdom. I have inherited my father's will and come back."
Lin Heng was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Ye Lan, looking at Ye Lan's delicate face, her thick and dark eyebrows naturally stretched, her red eyes slightly narrowed into a line, her thin lips raised, and her sunny smile revealed
Determined and confident.
"Your Highness, the Holy Lord now is no longer the Holy Lord fifteen years ago. You haven't come back in the past fifteen years, so you have no idea how strong the Holy Lord is!"
"Even if he is at his original strength, he should not be underestimated!"
"The Holy Master was able to block General Ye Hanqing's powerful blow, but he was also able to... General..." Lin Heng swallowed again as he spoke.
Ye Lan put down the cup in her hand, put her hands on the ground, stood up slowly with her back against the wooden box, and said resolutely
"The emperor defends the country, and the king dies in Sheji. In our country, Yangyang and Yun, there are only Ye family members who died in battle, and no Ye family members who escaped!"
The sound echoed throughout the bag, and the young man was full of high spirits, and the faith in his heart was like a blue dragon soaring into the sky.
Lin Heng was already in tears. He punched the ground with his left hand and put a fist on his chest with his right hand. With tears in his mouth, he shouted: "Your Majesty is like this, why should I regret this! I, Lin Heng, am willing to follow His Highness and devote myself to death."
And then it’s over!!”
Although the sky in Bainaidao was dark, there seemed to be some light.
On the outskirts of the flowery capital city, the Stingers' garrison troops were still searching the mountains. The trees in the mountains and forests were tall and tall. The Stingers were waving the cold weapons in their hands to clear away the obstacles in front of them one by one.
The leader of the stingers ordered, "We were only given three days from above. It has been two days now. If there is no news today, don't talk to me. Even you will die."
People dare not relax when they sting, not even a small insect in the forest.
"Team...Captain! There seems to be someone on the hill opposite!" A Stinger infantryman reported to the leading Stinger in a panic.
The stinging team quickly looked towards the top of the mountain and saw a young man in linen sitting cross-legged on the cliff. His short nose and thin and pointed cheeks were incompatible with the young man's temperament.
"Let's go! Boys, look what's going on!" the captain yelled.
Zhang Zhendong sat in front of the cliff and entered a deep state of meditation.
He carefully felt the Kun Qi flowing throughout his body.
Sometimes the Kun Qi flows slowly through every pore on the body like water, and sometimes like a restless beast attacking the meridians of the whole body.
Zhang Zhendong didn't realize that the danger was approaching quietly.
Huh~~huh~~
A strong wind roared, and with a cry, all the stingers lurking in the dark rushed toward the cliff where Zhang Zhendong was.
Click————
There was a sound of snapping branches in the strong wind.
Bang——Bang————!
Before the stinging team could react, a cold light flashed and a cyan figure suddenly appeared.
"I'm here, you're going to die!" A powerful voice came from deep in the jungle, rich and hoarse.
I saw a strong, sloppy old man leaning forward with a branch in his hand. He looked closely and saw that it was Sun Biao, the sword ghost.
"You still want to ambush this old man and his disciples, are you tired of living?"
Sun Biao held two ancient green-glazed knives in his right hand, and held a newly broken branch in his left hand. Green Kun Qi lingered all over his body.
"Disciple, just meditate, and I will help you clean up the mess in front of you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Biao shot out like a sharp sword.
"Lei——Ze——Sui!"
Sun Biao shouted, and the green Kun Qi surged from the branch in his hand.
Sun Biao danced lightly, and the sword energy flew out of the air.
The sword energy flew straight out carrying purple lightning, leaving no grass growing wherever it went.
The body of the stinging man in front of him was instantly separated and his flesh and blood were blurred. The stinging man who was far away from the sword Qi was also shocked to death by the powerful Kun Qi.
The captain of the stingers staggered out of the pile of corpses, and the six-foot sword in his hand had been broken by the shock.
Such a strong old man, the captain thought to himself, what kind of monster is this old man? He has such a powerful Kun Qi. He and he are not at the same level.
The stinging captain slowly stood up, took out the cloth bag from his breastplate, poured out all the gu pellets and ate them in one gulp.
bass---
Before Gu Wan could take action, the stinging captain's body had already been pierced by a flying branch, and he fell straight down.
Sun Biao took his time, took out a bright silver lighter, lit a cigarette, and took a long puff.
"Zhendong, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. Let's go back and report."
Zhang Zhendong has not recovered from the previous battle. This is the first time he has seen his master take action. He actually killed all the stingers in a squadron with just one move.
"Master...Master...how did you do it!" Zhang Zhendong said in surprise, his chin already hanging in the air in surprise, and he was almost drooling.
"There will be plenty of time to teach you in the future." Sun Biao replied.
In the dark jungle, there were stinging corpses all over the ground. The two stepped on the corpses and walked slowly towards the direction of the bag.