The road near Nanwang City is bustling and crowded with people. The small vendors are too lazy to compete in the city or pay a deposit, so they just set up stalls on both sides of the road. Yan Guo's southern and northern flavors and even the special snacks of Jin and Chu dry are all here. .

　　 There are also a variety of appliances and daily necessities, which are laid out very lively, as if they are in a temple fair. The business is pretty good.

There were officers and soldiers, prisoners, and other people of all kinds on this road. After Yan Huangma stepped on the doorstep, the power of Yan Kingdom was transferred to the south. Yinlang County suddenly accumulated too many foreign populations. Naturally, a kind of "deformed" prosperity was born.

　　 may seem prosperous, but in fact it has the tune of cooking oil. The harder the boiling, the faster it will cool down.

Of course, the people of Yandi didn’t feel much about it. They were just living their lives intently. The war had already begun. The soldiers and horses of the two sides were biting and cutting everywhere on the front line of the Qianguo Fortress. What is lacking is nothing more than the final word of the Jingnan Army, or the real counterattack of the elites of the three towns of Qianguo.

　　 The pride of the people of Yan, perhaps has a long history, at least, on the road, Zheng Fan did not see any panic about war.

　　 Dayan has established a country for hundreds of years. It is so difficult, but they have survived. They fought against the barbarians in the desert to the north and the Three Kingdoms of the East. After all, they never lost their energy.

Others first said that at least this national self-confidence has been beaten out, and the other is that the army of the country is too unconvinced. On the line of Yinlang County, many military leaders including Zheng Fan have gone to the south to do everything. However, none of the army of the country dared to go north.

　　 Because of this, close to the front of the battle line to the south, there is a roar of wind, and to the north, it is "flowers like a brocade."

　　 The first level was all placed in a box, and it was invisible from the outside. Zheng Fan didn't even think about banging and hanging a pennant and drove all the way to Nanwang City to make some **** for himself.

　　 Xu is because the fifth limbs of the third princes are too high-end,

After 　　 did that, the other famous things seemed a bit dull.

　　 What Xu Wenzu needs to do after receiving these heads and how the court needs to promote it is their business. Zheng Fan will cooperate, but more importantly, he can still rely on the practical benefits of this military merit.

　　 Political power emerges from the barrel of a gun. Zheng Fan has always believed in this truth. Strong soldiers and horses are the first foundation for surviving in troubled times.

The more you understand the world, the more you feel that the battle at this time is not just playing games. There are many soldiers, even if the opponent is powerful, you can rely on the crowd to drown him, you can save your life, or you can. Kill the enemy.

　　 Nanwang City is ahead, but there is a long line at the entrance to the city, and I don’t know what's wrong in front of it. Anyway, it has been silting up.

　　 Seeing that the team did not move, Zheng Fan was not anxious, turned his head to look at Ah Ming beside him, and asked:

　　 "Go down and eat something?"

　　 Aming shook his head. He has enough stock now, so he naturally disdains ordinary people's food.

　　 Seeing that Aming was not coming, Zheng Fan got off the horse and walked to the stall on the roadside. Xiao Yibo immediately got off his horse and followed him to wait.

　　 Zheng Fan chose a wonton stall, and the stall selling wonton was a young couple.

　　Business, in fact, is not good.

　　 Little wonton is a popular way to eat in the south of the country. The delicious soup of little wonton is like a mandarin duck playing in the water, and it comes with a refreshing taste.

　　 But Yan Ren likes big and thick dumplings, but doesn't like this kind of delicate food.

　　 First, the country of Yan is located in the north, and Yinlang County is already the southern frontier of the country of Yan, but the three towns of Qianguo corresponding to Yinlang County are still called the land of bitter cold by the people of Qianguo.

　　 Therefore, if you don't open up the frontiers and expand the land, the people of Yan will have no chance to truly appreciate the so-called Jiangnan scenery.

Furthermore, according to the tradition of hundreds of years, Yan Ren Erlang is either fighting against the barbarians in the desert or biting with the Jin Kingdom. What he usually asks for is nothing more than a feeling of fullness, but no small mouthfuls. Fine taste.

　　 But Zheng Fan loves this little wonton because of the reasons in his previous life. Of course, the big wonton is also fine, but it must be mustard greens.

　　 "Two bowls of small wontons." Xiao Yibo stepped forward and ordered, and at the same time paid the money first.

　　 For a small business, don’t pay attention to paying after you eat, otherwise you will be thrown away if you lose your bowl. Where can you catch you?

　　 If the copper coins fall out of the bowl, wontons over there will be cooked.

　　 It didn't take long for two bowls of small wontons to be cooked. The line waiting to enter the city did not move forward.

　　 The traffic jam is terrible.

　　 Xiao Yibo carefully handed the bowl and the small spoon to Zheng Fan, but he didn't help blowing in a passionate manner, but said:

　　 "Master, be careful."

　　 Zheng Fan smiled and reached out to take it.

There are no tables and chairs for the small stall here, but those who really have status and status will not eat the snacks next to this crossing. As the "Little Jiangnan" of the former Yan State, Nanwang City must have a lot of high-end restaurants inside. I deliberately kept my stomach inside to eat and drink.

　　 Zheng Fan and Xiao Yibo squatted next to the stall. The diners at the crossing basically used this way of eating. They still like to be clean, and they are more casual. They simply sit on the ground and eat more comfortably.

　　 Maybe it is because there is no MSG for later generations. The small wontons are not delicious enough, but the mouth is free and smooth, and it tastes good.

　　 Zheng Fan was eating bite by bite, and Xiao Yibo was eating beside him "hummingly". For Xiao Yibo, what he eats is not important. It is the most important thing to eat with the leader.

　　 Only half a bowl of small wontons were eaten here, and the second wave of guests came to the stall over there.

　　 An old man in a coarse cloth gown sucking his nose constantly, and a sword-wielding swordsman who wrapped himself tightly in cotton clothes.

　　 The swordsman was in his early forties, his face was full of pimples, and he didn't know if it was cold or as long as it was.

　　 The old man held a long sail in his left hand. The corner of the sail flag was fiddled with by the cold wind, revealing the word "Gua".

　　 "One bowl of ten cents, two people."

　　The woman is waiting to collect the money,

　　 The man waited for the pot.

　　 If a woman does not receive the money, it is impossible for a man's wonton to be cooked.

　　 The old man looked at the down-and-out swordsman beside him, and the swordsman looked up, as if suddenly found that the sky today is so beautiful and moving.

　　 The old man rubbed his hands, a little cramped and said:

　　 "This, take Gua as a meal, can you?"

　　 The woman shook her head immediately, and the man put the wonton back in his hand and said:

　　 "Business is not good, I really can't afford it."

　　 This has been said very sincerely. If business is possible, it does not matter if you eat a bowl of wontons. It is a pastime to listen to your calculations.

　　 But the business is bleak right now, without the leisurely elegance and wealth.

　　 The old man licked his lips, obviously thinking about this little wonton.

　　 The older a person is, the more he will look like an old child and be greedy.

　　 It's just that he still cares about a little old-fashioned face, and I am embarrassed to learn from that splashing child rolling on the ground and begging for trouble.

　　 Lost Swordsman was afraid of shooting his bags, and said:

　　 "There is dry food."

　　 It's okay for the old man not to listen to the dry food. When he hears the dry food, his mouth is curled, and there are teardrops in his eyes, and the grievance is tight.

　　 "Dry food and dry food, you will let your father eat that dry stuff every day, in this world, are you a son like this!"

　　 Zheng Fan heard this and looked at Xiao Yibo.

　　 Xiao Yibo showed a shy smile.

　　 The down-and-out swordsman is a little bit confused

　　 The old man is still wronged;

　　 The young couple selling wontons also stood and watched. Business is not good anyway, so they are not in a hurry.

　　 Xiao Yibo took the bowls and chopsticks in his left hand, took a pocket with his right hand, took a small piece of silver, threw it to the stall, and said:

　　 "Cook for them."

　　 "Ouch, good!"

　　 Wonton got out of the pot and began to roll in the soup.

　　 The Lost Swordsman looked at the two Zheng Fan who were squatting there, and then looked away.

　　 The old man stared eagerly when the wontons were out of the pot, and he was not in a hurry to thank Xiao Dashan who asked him to eat wontons.

　　 "It's alright, it's ready to go out, it's getting old."

　　 the old man urged.

　　 The husband nodded, took the wontons out of the pot, and sprinkled them with the not-so-rich seasoning. The old man took the bowl, hesitated, and squatted beside Xiao Yibo.

　　The down-and-out swordsman also took his own bowl, but he squatted at the other end of the stall. He seemed too withdrawn and didn't like to join in the fun.

　　 The old man ate several wontons and drank a few more sips of soup. He let out a long sigh of relief, and his face was filled with satisfaction.

　　 Zheng Fan focused on eating the wontons in his bowl, ignoring the surroundings. Perhaps it was because he had seen too many works in his previous life, and this combination often gave the impression of "outside the world".

　　 The more sloppy, the more downhearted, the more "master" people are.

　　 This was confirmed by Sha Tuo Queshi.

　　 But after looking at the small wonton in the opponent's hand, Zheng Fan didn't plan to test anything at this time.

　　 No matter if you are really down-and-out or a real outsider, you eat what you have in your bowl, and I eat what is in my bowl. After eating, pat your **** and do your own thing.

　　 The old man looked at Xiao Yibo and said:

　　 "Do you want to fortune?"

　　 Xiao Yibo shook his head and said, "No."

　　 "Oh, it's really not necessary, you, it's prosperous, but not prosperous."

　　 The implication is that you defeat your family.

　　 Xiao Yibo's hand holding the wonton bowl shook slightly, and said nothing.

Anyway, I have been in charge of a car gang. Although he is a small gang that is not in the eyes of the big people, he has also dealt with the three schools and the nine liu. People talk to others, **** talk nonsense.

　　 If you ignore him, he won't be able to say anything.

　　 But the old man didn't seem to want to give up, so he leaned forward, looked at Zheng Fan, with a pleased expression on his face, and said:

　　 "This is a noble man, so expensive."

　　 Zheng Fan smiled and drank the soup while blowing.

　　 Xiao Yibo didn't get Zheng Fan's permission, so naturally he wouldn't rely on Zheng Fan, so he continued to eat his wontons.

　　 The old man ate half a bowl in peace, wiped his mouth, and said:

　　 "The noble person is a little more energetic. This is a good thing and a bad thing."

　　 I just went to kill someone the night before, even if I took a shower, but can the blood on my body dissipate so easily?

　　 But Zheng Fan is still unmoved.

　　 It's a pity, the blind man is still in a coma. If the blind man is brought out today, he will definitely come down to eat wontons with himself. Secondly, he can meet the old man.

　　Anyway, they are peers, so they are not afraid of talking.

　　 "Noble person, your future path is magnanimous. You only need the noble person to stick to his heart, make the pool muddy, and make himself a clear fish; then he can stand on his own."

　　 This is auspicious words, right?

　　The words of Wanjinyou.

　　 Zheng Fan put down the bowl in his hand, bowed his hand to the old man, and said:

"Got it."

　　 "Don't the nobles count as if you let the old man help?"

　　 "Didn't you just calculate it?" Zheng Fan asked.

　　 "It didn't count just now."

　　 Zheng Fan nodded, but said: "There is nothing to calculate."

　　 ask for money? Don't ask for money.

　　 Seeking talent? There are seven in the family.

　　 Seeking official career? I'm doing it right now, and the boxes in the front convoy are full of stepping stones on my career path.

　　 Seeking marriage? Zheng Fan is quite content with Siniang.

　　 This is not a nonsense. The reason why Zheng Fan didn’t touch the delicate little ladies at home. As a result, those flower bones did not meet his taste.

　　Secondly, with the help of Siniang, in this respect, I really enjoyed myself.

　　 It's not because of Siniang's image in the comics, I was afraid of what would happen if I stole it. It's just that the second generation is a human, and he has no obsession with these things about love for a long time.

　　 Maybe in the future, I might be tempted to go to some princess princesses or something, but it is also because their noble status can satisfy their male sense of conquest.

　　 At this point, Zheng Fan found that his mentality seemed to be a little bit closer to the blind, Ming and the others. These demon kings seemed to be one by one, Yazi who was not very interested in women.

　　 "There is nothing to be reckoned with." Zheng Fan replied.

　　In my own life, at present, I just think about how to play. As for what to play, how to play, this process of exploring without being taught is part of the play itself.

　　 The old man is a little bit sorrowful,

　　 seems to regret that I can’t open a mixed transaction.

　　 can only say in the end:

　　 "Where is the nobleman from?"

　　 "Look at the old man, what you asked, this is the country of Yan, I am naturally the person of Yan."

　　 "No, no, the son is not a Yan, the son is a heavenly person."

　　 In Zheng Fan's eyes, a brilliance passed.

　　 Xiao Yibo, who didn’t know, laughed and scolded:

　　 "You old clapper, just eat your wontons with peace of mind. It's necessary for you to flatter."

　　 Flattering, but his job is Xiao Yibo.

　　 The old man nodded and said:

　　 "If a basket of flattery can be exchanged for a bowl of wontons, it's worth it."

　　 Zheng Fan handed the bowl to Xiao Yibo. Xiao Yibo took the bowl and delivered it to the stall.

　　 There was no third wave of guests at the stall, but the couple were eating wontons, and they were out of the pot at this time.

　　 The young couple, one person, one bowl, and like the guests, squatted by the crossing to eat, you feed me one, and I feed you one.

　　 Xiao Yibo put the bowl and the small spoon on the stall, watching this scene of affection, he couldn't help but feel a little envious.

　　It is not a blessing to be able to hold hands and depend on each other in a small life.

　　 Zheng Fan also noticed the situation here, but what he saw was different from Xiao Yibo.

　　 In Zheng Fan’s view,

Well,

　　 Both husband and wife are eating their own wonton, which proves that this wonton is okay and can be eaten.

　　 This inertia of thinking is probably tempered by the news of various food safety issues in later generations.

　　 The traffic jam seems to have eased a bit, and the team started to move forward slowly.

　　 Xiao Yibo went to the team to arrange vehicles, and ordered his men not to rest, and were ready to enter the city.

　　 Zheng Fan was about to get up and return to the convoy, but the old man suddenly spoke:

　　 "Noble person, don't rush, I just started to leave, I am so old in my life, the most talked about one has a cause and effect, and I never owe favors.

　　 "Then what are you going to do?"

　　 "Since the nobleman does not want to fortune, if the nobleman wants to know something, the old man can chat with the nobleman."

　　 Zheng Fan really didn’t leave. He squatted down again and said:

　　 "I heard that the dignitaries of Qian, Jin, and Chu all like to raise some clean guests, and the way they are used is nothing more than this, right?"

　　 The old man nodded and said:

　　 "Indeed."

　　 High-ranking officials are noble, afraid of loneliness and lack of elegance, so they will specially raise some clean guests and be responsible for chatting with themselves.

　　 is actually bragging. It is more elegant than anyone else, better than anyone else, and more compelling than anyone else.

　　 "What about me, I'm a vulgar person. You always say that I am full of blood. You want to see what business I am in?"

　　 Zheng Fan has been in the army for so long, no matter how tired he is to be a shopkeeper, but after all he has seen blood rushing through the gate of the city gate, it is normal to be seen as a military figure.

　　 If you can't even see this, this old man is so old that he can really live as a dog.

　　 "You ask, the old man, if the old man knows, the old man will answer you by himself, and don't hide himself."

　　 "Because of this bowl of wonton?"

　　"Wontons are not valuable, but the love in wontons is valuable, everything in the world, contaminated with love, is also valuable;

　　 Just like the paintings of Emperor Chu, the sword of Emperor Jin, the sword of Emperor Yan, and the pen of Emperor Qian, these are invaluable.

　　 There is old homesickness in this wonton, and the price is naturally high. "

　　 "It is reasonable, then I will ask, how many people have come up this time in Qianguo?"

　　 Zheng Fan dare to ask.

　　 The old man actually dared to answer:

　　"The 150,000 Western army should have arrived under Mianzhou City yesterday. The 100,000 imperial army was transported, but because of the delay in departure, it fell behind the Western army, but it is estimated that it should be there today.

　　The wolf soldiers follow behind the Western Army and are controlled and monitored by the Western Army.

　　 It is estimated that it will take some time for the 50,000 ancestral army to come from the coast of the East China Sea, but the neighboring counties on the three sides have no less than 100,000 auxiliary troops, and they have already opened up early. "

　　 "So, how many soldiers and horses will be gathered on the three sides of the country?"

"Western army 150,000, wolf soldiers 50,000, but this 50,000, there must be a gap, more than 200,000 trilateral guards, 50,000 ancestral soldiers, 100,000 auxiliary soldiers in the county, and 100,000 forbidden troops. That's a full army of six hundred and fifty thousand!"

　　 The six hundred and fifty thousand army, placed on the three sides of the country, can be said to be quite luxurious.

　　 Zheng Fan asked again:

　　 "Then you know, Dayan, how many soldiers and horses can go south?"

　　 "Tsk tsk, you are not a Yan person, nobleman."

　　 "But I am even less likely to be a fucker."

　　 "The nobles may have never seen the prosperity of Shangjing, nor the scenery of Jiangnan."

　　 "Trust me, I have seen it, and I can feel it, but I... don't like it very much."

　　 Not only Zheng Fan, but all the demon kings under his hands, in fact, have thought about this question. Wouldn’t it be better if the start was not in the Tiger’s Head City of Yan Country, but in Qian Country?

　　 came to the conclusion that... I am more comfortable, freer, and more enjoyable in Yan Country.

　　 put aside those not to talk about,

　　 Zheng Fan and Jingnan Houtian Wujing now have a love for collecting the corpse,

　　 has a relationship with Li Liangting,

　　 and Yanhuang Ji Runhao, and broke off their friendship,

　　It was the father-in-law Wei who also wanted to let himself into the palace to take over.

　　 Whatever counts, Zheng Fan should be more intimate with Yan Guo.

　　 "Hmm, is that so." The old man was a little bit disappointed in his eyes.

　　 "You haven't answered me yet."

　　 "How many soldiers and horses Dayan can go south, don't the nobles know?"

　　 "Sometimes, outsiders can see things more clearly in one's own family."

"If it makes sense, the old man will count it for the nobles. There are more than a dozen soldiers on the line of Yinlang County, and the total number of soldiers and horses from all directions is estimated to be forty to fifty thousand. But the good and the bad are mixed.

　　 The Jingnan Army has fifty thousand, and there are fifty thousand rear battalions. Even if it is 100,000, the Yanjing Forbidden Army has to guard the country and at the same time guard against threats from Jin.

　　 Over in the desert, you have to leave a hundred thousand northern army cavalry for defense.

　　 Counting and counting, the big Yan was able to smash down to the south at a time, only 200,000 Zhen Bei Army plus 100,000 Jingnan Army and tens of thousands of miscellaneous troops, totaling more than 300,000. "

　　 "Calculate, it's equivalent."

　　 "There are many people in the country, but the big Yan army is strong, especially the 200,000 northern army cavalry, like a knife, grind in the desert for a hundred years, and today was able to scabbard the south.

　　 just..."

　　 "Just how?"

　　 "Although Dayan is fierce, but Dagan has a wealth of resources, there are so many soldiers and horses on the three sides, but the battle really needs to be completely opened. If Dayan's iron cavalry is brave and brave, it may break this iron wall?"

　　 Zheng Fan didn't speak.

　　 Siege and field battle are two concepts.

　　 Especially when the opponent had sufficient troops to defend, Zheng Fan hit Mianzhou City twice, in fact, he never thought of a serious siege because he couldn't afford it.

　　 "How much do you have to activate when the Yan army goes south? Have you ever calculated this account?"

　　 Zheng Fan continued to be silent.

　　 "The most important thing is that under the decree of your majesty, the army of the world and the righteous and brave of the world can quickly become an army, not to mention support, and it is not difficult to gather an army of seven or eight hundred thousand to go north."

You know, Qianguo has been raising 800,000 troops on three sides and 800,000 imperial troops over the past few years. Although these two armies ate badly, it proves that the Qianguo court can afford this. The army of one hundred and six hundred thousand!

　　 The country is big and rich, not just talking.

　　 "The new army is unusable." Zheng Fan said.

　　"Fighting, seeing blood, and bringing the new with the old, you will become an army.

　　 The most important thing is that Dayan will go south, and in a short time, it will be impossible to break Dagan's three-sided defense, but Dagan can take this opportunity to slowly sharpen his impetuosity and reorganize his arms.

　　 On the side of Emperor Yan, it looks like a horse is stepping on the door, sweeping away the enchanting atmosphere, but after all, he put himself in an extremely dangerous position.

　　 Throughout the ages, any dynasty has depended on it. The barbarians relied on the royal court to control the virtuous kings, the Chu Kingdom relied on the nobles, the Jin Kingdom relied on the clan and the clans, and the great leaders ruled the world with scholar-bureaucrats.

　　 The foundation of a country is like a pile of soil, layer by layer, one by one, and the top is the royal family. Everything has two sides. It seems that the so-called moth of the country is actually the cornerstone of the country.

　　 Yan people can't afford it, and can't afford it. This is still not counted under the premise of Jin, Chu and the barbarian. "

The old man’s words can be explained with modern thinking. It is probably that after a regime has developed a ruling power, it is necessary to bring a class together to share the benefits. The vested interest class is certainly the moth of the country, sucking the blood of the country, but they have to maintain it. Your instinct to rule.

　　 As before, when Yan Huang and Zhenbeihou acted, the family members of the Yan Kingdom only wanted to give the two masters the title of king, but they never thought of pulling the Ji family off the dragon chair.

If the Zhenbei Army really intends to replace it, the family of clansmen will still stand on the side of the emperor, but Emperor Yan will sweep them directly. This is certainly beneficial to the country, but for the ruler's rule, it will become irrelevant. A sense of security.

If one day, Li Liangting dies, or Ji Runhao dies, or, Jingnanhou dies, problems will naturally arise, or the Zhenbei Army itself is a military group with its own system, and if there are others among them What should I do?

　　 Without the central coordination and blocking of the family's clan, any disturbance may directly threaten the dominance of the Ji family.

"Ha ha."

　　 "The nobleman doesn't believe it?"

　　 "Our **** is not sitting on one side."

　　 "The words of the nobleman are really wonderful."

　　 "Haha, then I'm very curious, the old man should be a fucker, why go north now?"

　　 "Hey, who calls the old man a fucker?"

　　 "Why did the old man teach me?"

　　 "The main road is up to the sky, go on each side, the way of the noble is naturally magnanimous, the nobles already have a plan in their hearts, and those who do not count have their own way under their feet."

"Got it."

　　 "They are all boastful and uncountable things."

　　 "My convoy is leaving, goodbye."

　　 "Goodbye, nobleman."

　　 Zheng Fan got up. This time, he really left. He caught up with the carriage team in front and got on his horse.

　　 Aming turned his head, holding a water sac in his hand, with a little red on the corners of his mouth, as if he was on rouge

　　 asked:

　　 "Something?"

　　 Zheng Fan didn't say a word, just thinking that after he entered the city, he would inform the secret agent that some spies have come in.

　　 As for whether it is useful, I guess it’s really useless.

　　 When Zheng Fan looked back again, it was not surprising that the old fortune-teller and the down-and-out swordsman had disappeared.

　　 "A Ming."

　　 "You said, will anyone in this world be able to see our identity?"

　　 "The Lord means, can you see that we don't belong to this world?"

　　 Zheng Fan nodded.

　　 "Look and see it out."

　　 "So free and easy?"

　　 "Because it's useless to think too much."

　　 "Yes, it's useless to think too much, but I still have to get started early. If I have 300,000 cavalry in my hands, I guess no one would dare to beep even if I was a Martian?"

　　 "Well, the Lord is wise."

　　 Zheng Fan stretched out his hand,

　　 naturally helped Ah Ming wipe off the drop of red "rouge" at the corner of his mouth.

　　 Aming was stunned, frowning slightly.

　　 Zheng Fan looked at his fingertips red,

　　 wiped the hair of the horse under the crotch,

　　道:

　　 "You save a little to drink, don't drink it all at once, you have to go hungry again."

　　 "There are several barrels in the ice cellar below the fort."

　　 "This is all right?"

"of course can."

　　 "Actually, what I did just now was a bit disgusting."

　　 "Lord, you know that too."

　　 "But seeing you being so calm, I just thought about deliberately disgusting you."

　　 "Lord... wise."

　　…………

　　 "I thought you would kill him." Amidst the crowd, the down-and-out swordsman said.

　　 The old man shook his head and said, "I really want to kill him."

　　 "Because the trucks in the caravan are all human heads?"

　　 The old man shook his head and said:

　　 "Because I can't see him, this son's luck is hard to figure out."

　　 "Then why not kill? He is Yan Ren."

　　 "You can't kill, you can't kill, this child has not yet become a climate, even if it becomes a climate in the future, it is hard to say whether it is a good thing or a bad thing. In the past, I was thinking about how to arrange a few children. Right is a pastime. Now, I can't.

　　 The old man’s breath has not yet come to vent, this breath will be thousands of miles away, and the old man feels panicked when he speaks about it. "

　　 "According to your Qi refiners, in a troubled world, evildoers will emerge. Does he count?"

　　 "Count."

　　 "This evildoer is in the country of Yan."

　　 "Just confirm that it is Yan Guo's blessing?"

　　 "I can feel that you are deceiving yourself a little bit."

　　"Finally, nothing else, one generation takes care of one generation, you and I are scammers, and you are content to take a responsibility for your flesh and blood identity. As for the rest, let him go.

　　 You are right, troubled times will arise and evildoers will appear frequently, but it is still unknown how many of them can be transformed into dragons. "

　　 "It's a pity, my sword is as angry as yours."

　　 "Yes, the old man's anger is too strong to speak easily. Your sword is too sharp, and it will break if you pierce a person."

　　 "Don't you leave?"

　　 "Wait, wait, the wonton just now is really delicious, the taste of home."

　　 "One more bowl? The money given by Zhebaer next to the kid just now can be another two bowls."

　　 "Eating a bowl is enough, just aftertaste, and if you want to eat it, you can't eat it."

　　 The eyes of the old man and the down-and-out swordsman looked at the wonton stall,

　　 More than a dozen people emerged from the crowd. One of them was dressed in black, and the others were dressed as ordinary traffickers and pawns. They directly surrounded the wontons.

　　 In order to prevent crowd disturbances,

　　 The man in black shouted:

　　 "The Great Swallow's Secret Spy Division captures the spies of the country, and those who are irrelevant leave!"

　　 The couple at the Wonton stall were still squatting there, still holding Wontons in their hands, facing the secret agents around them, they had no fear at all, and some were just a kind of calmness.

　　 The old man sighed and said:

　　 "I said, today's wonton is very hometown."

　　 The down-and-out swordsman is silent.

　　 The old man said again:

　　 "Everyone has their own way. Everyone, because of their identity, has their own fate~lightnovelpub.net~ You said, since I found you, have you regretted it?"

　　 "There is nothing to regret, it's all their lives."

　　 "Yes, it's their own fate, I don't like the Zhao family."

　　 "I don't like it either."

　　 "But I'm a godfather, it doesn't make sense. They are willing to die for the big job. The two of us can continue to be ecstatic and unrestrained. It doesn't make sense, it really doesn't make sense."

　　 "It doesn't make sense."

　　The Secret Mission Division’s fan hasn’t come forward to get someone,

　　 When the couple looked at each other and smiled, there was black blood flowing out of their eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and their bodies had lost the slightest vitality.

　　 Apparently, they poisoned themselves the wontons.

　　 They may be Yin Jiawei who has been lurking in Yan Country for a long time, but recently they may have discovered that something went wrong with their online and offline, causing them to be prepared for their own destiny.

　　 The blood has dripped into the bowl of wontons, rippling away, the clear wonton soup, fainted with blood.

　　The old man in the distance,

　　 took a deep breath,

　　Hu,

　　 has an internal taste.

　　

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