The night is deep. In addition to the bustling areas of the central area, there are a lot of tattered gloomy areas -slums.
It occupies nearly half of the vast Black Liao City like a scar.
Now with natural disasters and human disasters, more people have fallen into the poor, and the area of civil caves has expanded a lot again.
In the depths of the slums, in a hubs that were originally raised, there was a rare place to give up a little soybean oil lamp that was reluctant to be ordered.
Seven or eight people gathered in the middle, a middle -aged man with all his hair and a messy hair stood up with a messy face--
"I oppose it. This is clearly a trap who rushed us. What kind of descendant Xiao family, that woman doesn't even have surnames, you move to see her?"
Another short man couldn't help but said: "But Grandma Xiao really married into the Ming family, and there was a daughter ... we all know."
"What about that? Look at the disgusting things with the surname Mu, even the same robe in the army has become unrecognizable, not to mention a young lady who is in Beijing? She suddenly showed what she wanted to do!" The white -haired man sneered.
"But she rescued your little guard, and my family A Yuan ..." A middle -aged woman couldn't help frowning, stunned, and pumped the inferior dry tobacco.
Another person interrupted: "She has married the son of the dog emperor. What is it to say? I must still want to help the dog emperor to catch us, not be fooled!"
"but......"
A group of people are noisy and their own opinions, but most people still identify that the Ming Fei mother must have an unspeakable purpose!
until......
"Send two people, mixed with the helper of the applicant, see the chefs for a while." A somewhat dumb voice suddenly sounded.
The crowd looked at the middle -aged scholar who had been sitting on the stool. He had a patch, and he broke his legs. The face was yellow and thin, but he had a quiet momentum.
"Song Jun teacher ..." The white -haired man couldn't help but say.
The middle -aged scholar looked at him and said lightly: "Old guard, twenty years, I am no longer a military division, and you are not the loyal Wu school captain of that year, but no matter what, you don’t want to see Xiao Shuai, who is now the only surviving Xiao Shuai,
Later generations? Even if she is setting a trap, even if she doesn't understand waste, even if she is just a boudoir woman who is not a world. "
In a word, everyone was silent in an instant.
The faith in their hearts -the spirit of a man like the pillar of the country and the spirit of his nine deaths. His body has been destroyed, but the soul will always.
Twenty years, the words they wrote when they let the children learn to write were the inscriptions on his sword.
"The darkness is coming, and my red blood will be immediately before the tens of millions of people.
Even if ... even if he and his heroic souls have gone away and bones are scattered, but they still want to take a look at their blood.
Just pursue a little sound of the old people.
"Actually ... as long as you don't say who we are, you lurk in, just look at it, it is not impossible. The other party does not know who we are, and there will be too much risk." That middle -aged woman stunned
The mottled tobacco gun in the hands.
Someone immediately attached: "I agree with the Red Sister."
"Yeah, as long as they find it, let's take a look, then the woman is or good."
"Yes! This is also worthy of Xiao Shuai and the brothers who have sacrificed ourselves after the argument, let us escape, live now !!"
The old -fashioned old guard stood up angrily: "OK, go, go, go and see what the woman has a conspiracy, and be found, don't be involved!"
After speaking, he strode out of the meteor and shocked the grass on the thatch of the thatched tent.
"Okay, don't ignore the old guard, he is very complicated." The middle -aged woman who was called to be a red sister had a scar on her face. She laughed.
She looked at the middle -aged scholar on the side: "Brother Song, you arrange someone, count me."
Song Tang glanced at her and wanted to say, but nodded: "Okay, I'll arrange it."
... ...
When Ming Lan woke up, the sky was already bright, and she stretched out her hand and touched it.
No one is around, she rubbed her eyes and got up: "Scenery and ..."
Her voice was soft, and suddenly a tall person, a high -sized white Shura mask after the screen.
Ming Lan Ruo was startled, and instinctively shrinking: "Who are you ..."
The other party came over unscrupulously and sat next to her: "What do you say?"
Ming Lan was stunned, staring at the corners of his scarlet lips, and suddenly rubbed his eyebrows: "You ... this look is not too eye -catching, why don't you wear a personal leather mask?"
She remembered. He said last night that he would no longer be easy to accommodate Xiaoyuzi, but would be able to stay next to her.
"Whose face do you want? Chen Ning, Zhou Ru, Jinghe ... Or others?" He asked with a smile.
Ming Lan was paused, and some confused brains were a little bit sober. If he was pretended to be a person around her, it meant that at least one person had to be anonymous.
In case, people with red blood really think he is his own, maybe he will expose the existence of the legion!