Jiuzun asked

"Lu Zhan, lead the Black Donkey General." Xiao Wendao said, but held Wendao's sword behind him.

"Where are you going after all this chaos?" Li Shihua asked.

"Send the donkey." Xiao Wenwen replied, touching the donkey's head with both hands, the black donkey general snorted and spit on him.

The donkey's beard is half white, but the donkey's eyes are still quite lively, like a singing poet.

"The general likes to eat dragon star grass the most, you should bring more." Li Shihua said, and he also understood their thoughts in his heart.

The little black dragon Chunchun leaned against the door frame, with two pairs of light blue pupils, his face was full of reluctance.

"Let's go." Xiao asked unquestionably, and led the black donkey general to the empty city.

Three people and one donkey, appeared in the time of wilderness and chaos, just one donkey would make people look fierce, and after traveling for three hundred miles, Lu Zhan killed no less than dozens of people.

"If you give him a donkey, will he be able to save Shang Jing?" Chunchun asked angrily.

"He can't keep it." Xiao asked plainly.

"Knowing that you can't keep it, didn't you let the general die." Chunchun said, and glanced at the black donkey.

"But there are some things that you know you can't do, but you do it anyway. This is fate." After Xiao asked, he looked at the road ahead.

The first snow of Tianwu fell on the ground profusely, and those who fled would look sideways at the three of them.

Or thinking in his heart, if the black donkey is killed, it will be a pot of delicious donkey soup.

Or I was thinking in my heart, I didn't use my brain when I was on the road, didn't I see that everyone was going against the road.

Everyone in the world is following the same truth.

Those who go the wrong way are others, but they never believe that those who go the wrong way can still see the right scenery.

"The demons are catching up." The thin man shouted dryly with all his strength.

The fleeing people all paused and hurriedly ran into the forest, their calves were trembling, and they ran desperately into the forest.

"Sir." Lu Zhan called out.

Xiao Wenwen led the black donkey general, watching a group of hundreds of demons galloping wildly, the blood on the knife was still dripping.

"Kill it."

Lu Zhan picked up the Mad War Saber, beheaded several people with one blow, and Lu Zhan, who was practicing Wuji Xuanyi Art, made several back and forth.

The remaining one fled in despair.

Xiao Wenwen picked up a dead leaf and pierced through the snow and frost.

The refugees hiding in the woods rushed out all at once, staring at the three of them with anxious eyes.

"Who came from Shangjing?" Lu Zhan asked.

Dozens of people raised their hands, and someone asked, "Are you going to Shangjing?"

Lu Zhan understood what Xiao asked, and asked, "What is the situation in Shangjing now?"

"The princes and dignitaries of Shangjing have already slipped out of Shangjing, and I stayed in the palace." A young man said, holding his breath and looking at Xiao asked.

After Xiao Wenwen heard this, he led the black donkey general, and walked forward, leaving a crowd of people looking at him.

"King Liu escaped, and Emperor Ren also escaped." The man murmured a few times.

"Then should we follow him or not? The three of them should be from Xianshan." Another person spoke up.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone ran towards the direction of the three of them.

But after running wildly for half an hour, those three people had long since disappeared.

Whether to return to Shangjing or not has become the top priority of these refugees, and this is the heart of the people.

"Sir, it's snowing heavily." Lu Zhan said, seeing a ruined temple not far away.

"Let's go, rest your feet." Xiao asked, and after seeing the ruined temple, he tied up a few horses.

Lu Zhan held the Kuangzhan Dao in his palm, just in case of accidents.

Entering the dilapidated temple, there were only two groups of people, the first group of people had only four people on the left, roasting the fire and gnawing sweet potatoes.

As for the other group of people, there were only three people, and they were all three women.

Xiao Wendao and his group had just entered the ruined temple, they all took a few glances, and a man stood up.

"Leading a donkey into the temple, don't you think it smells bad?" said the man.

Xiao asked with a light smile, and said, "I can't bear the cold."

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent and regard all things as straw dogs. You pity the donkey, and the donkey is still a donkey." The man said, his eyes shining on the black donkey.

"It's a pity that a donkey is a donkey, but a person may not be a person." Xiao asked, taking out a handful of dragon star grass and putting it near the mouth of the black donkey general.

The black donkey general chewed the dragon star grass, and let out a sudden fart, which made the four of them frown.

The other three women remained calm and sat quietly by the side.

"My lord, to kill or not to kill." The man asked the young man beside him.

The man's complexion was thin, but his lips were red and his teeth were white, but the word "Shizi" made Lu Zhan frown in surprise.

"My son, what kind of son is now a bereaved dog, using power to bully us." Lu Zhan said, looking at those people.

"Hmph, the son is the son of King Xiao, or the adoptive son of the demon king. You say I can't suppress you." The man said, his eyes frowned, and the murderous look leaked out.

Xiao Wenwen smiled indifferently, but he didn't expect someone to pretend to be him, so he felt a little curious.

Turning around, it seems that the group of people pretending to be him must be heading for the three women beside him.

He took a careful look at the three women, and saw that the three women were all dressed in white robes, and they were all in their forties, so there was nothing special about them.

"Fart, Xiao asked how can that bastard be so good-looking." Chunchun said, staring at the man and taking the opportunity to hurt him.

Xiao asked with a light smile, and said, "It's tied."

Lu Zhan made a move, and those people were tied to the wooden pillars within a moment, while the three women remained calm.

It snowed heavily, and it became a little colder in the ruined temple.

"Who asked you to pretend to be Xiao Wen?" Lu Zhan asked.

"I am Xiao Wenwen." The man gritted his teeth and glared at Lu Zhan angrily.

"Haha, if you are really Xiao Wenwen, you will be arrested without a fight." Lu Zhan said, laying the mad war knife on the man's neck.

"The snow is about to stop." Xiao Wendao said calmly, roasting the sweet potatoes left by those people.

With a knife pierced through the heart, one person died, and the remaining three people only saw their crotch dripping and urinating their pants.

"Say..." Lu Zhan asked flatly, and was killed with another blow.

Among the remaining two, the other said profusely with sweat, "We are sent by the Human Emperor to track down Xiao Kongqing's whereabouts."

Lu Zhan raised his eyebrows and saw that Xiao Wenwen broke a piece of sweet potato into two halves and stuffed it into the mouths of the two men.

The two people didn't know why, and just swallowed the sweet potato, they were dying on the wooden pillar.

"Let them be a stuffed ghost." Xiao Wendao patted the ashes on his hands, and glanced at the three women.

"Sir, they pretended to be you, so Xiao Kongqing is really not dead." Lu Zhan asked.

Xiao Wen raised the corner of his mouth, glanced at the three women and said, "It's all fake, let's stop pretending."

After he finished speaking, just as the snow stopped outside the ruined temple, four more people came in.

"His Royal Highness." Everyone shouted, only to see the people who died on the wooden pillar, and were stunned for a moment.

"You are also Xiao Wen." Lu Zhan asked that person.

"Do you think I am or not." The man pretended to be evil, and still held a sword in his hand.

"It's tied." Xiao asked, but in desperation, he roasted two more sweet potatoes.

Under Lu Zhan's fierce knife, three people peed their pants again. The person who pretended to be Xiao Wenwen said with trembling white lips: "We are the people of the Human Emperor, in order to find Xiao Kongqing, a thief from a humble family."

"Oh, the Human Sovereign is looking for Xiao Kongqing." Xiao asked and murmured.

I only heard the man say in a trembling voice: "It has something to do with changing fate against the sky."

Xiao Wenwen didn't want to ask about the purpose of the Emperor, but this person didn't pretend to be self-inflicted, which is intriguing.

A smear of makeup penetrated into his nose, Xiao asked with a light smile and said, "Oh, if you don't tell the truth, castrate him."

When Lu Zhan heard this, he pulled the man's pants down to his knees, and the knife was so cold that it made people shrink their necks.

In one breath, Lu Zhan raised the knife and cut off a person's lifeline, and the person passed out in pain.

"You..." The man gave a horrified look, and unexpectedly the ruined temple collapsed at this moment.

The dust and smoke cleared away, and there was a bloodstain between the eyebrows of the two of them.But this sword is thousands of miles away.

"Sir." Lu Zhan called out flatly.

Xiao Wen raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I didn't expect it to be him."

"Sir, you know who brought the sword." Lu Zhan asked.

"Li Cang'er, the bandit sect." Xiao Wen asked, which surprised Lu Zhan.

The three women had long since disappeared into the snow, and the few horses tied behind the ruined temple were nowhere to be seen.

"Senior Xanthium is Xiao Kongqing's husband, but why do you want someone to pretend to be Mr.?" Lu Zhan didn't know.

"My aunt has avoided Li Cang'er for dozens of years, I'm afraid she is the only one who knows the secret." Xiao asked, leading the black donkey general forward.

Pretending to be "him" is really a bad strategy, but Li Cang'er did not hesitate to show his flaws and wanted to find Xiao Kongqing.

As for what happened between Xiao Kongqing and Li Cang'er back then, no one could explain clearly, not even Xiao Qishan.

It seems that this journey of the Demon Clan in the Snow Country should be the final conclusion of the past.

This winter snow also came and went, but the little black dragon Chunchun was overjoyed, holding a handful of snow in the palm of his hand, and suddenly stuffed it into Lu Zhan's back.

Lu Zhan could only smile helplessly, letting the ice and snow melt on his neck, he didn't say a word.

"It's boring, why don't you bring Hanhan or Pinellia." The little black dragon said, looking at a short mountain hundreds of feet away with his light blue eyes.

I saw a group of orcs, looking at the three of them from a distance, Xiao Wenwen could see the reflection in their eyes, and the corpse beside them.

"Quick battle and quick decision." Xiao Wendao said, he had already raised Wendao sword.

When the strong wind hit the ground, Zimang moved.

On the low mountain, there is a Taoist temple, and the people in the Taoist temple died everywhere.

The purple awns burst forth, and Lei'e struck the sky.The little black dragon Chunchun was startled, and Wendaojian was already harvesting the heads of the beast clan.

"170 nine orcs." Lu Zhan said.

"Leave a word for Huangfu Yaosheng." Xiao Wendao said, holding Wen Wendao sword and wrote on the ground.

Killed seventy-nine, all of them are cooked.

Send an animal burial today, and sell your head tomorrow.

After writing, the undertaker Xiao asked.

"Bullshit literary talent." The little black dragon Chunchun said, watching Lu Zhan save many people from the Taoist temple.

I saw hundreds of people, all women, coming out of the Taoist temple.

It's just that I didn't expect that there were also the three women I met in the ruined temple.

The group of rescued women, looking at Xiao Wendao's crooked poem, descended the dwarf mountain in a flash.

Suddenly, a light brown hawk landed on Xiao Wendao's shoulder, just about to open its mouth.

Xiao Wenwen then poured out the bamboo tube containing the letter from the eagle's claw.

"Sixth sister, I'm in Qinghualin."

With just a few words, Xiao Wenwen knew at a glance that this was not his own biography, but the handwriting was Xiao Qishan's.

"Who is Sixth Sister?" Xiao asked softly, threw the note and went down the dwarf hill.

As the night fell, we saw Shangjing in all directions, the smoke of war was billowing, and the donkey eyes of the black donkey were looking at a person on the city wall.