Bad guy, the new life of the dark star

Chapter 222 Blessings are unparalleled, misfortunes never come singly

Somewhere in the jungle.

Fake Li, Zhu Youwen, and Meng Zhixiang sat under a tree to enjoy the shade.

It has to be said that although these three people are a little bit embarrassed at this time, they still have merits. After being frustrated one after another and acting badly, these three people can still get together and not to the point of breaking up, which is also amazing.

Under a tree, in the shade of a tree, three people have their own thoughts.

Zhu Youwen thought about the Nine Nether Xuantian Divine Art, as well as the legendary secret book of the magical art in the treasure of Longquan, if it is practiced, it will be so powerful.

All Fake Li Man wanted was to be recognized by the boss at any cost, no matter how many despicable means were used in the process, no matter how low the possibility of success was.

In fact, Fake Li didn't care much about Li Xingyun. Li Xingyun was not important to him, even though he had turned himself into a monster who looked exactly like that person.

He only cares about Yuan Tiangang.

As for Meng Zhixiang, he thought more and was more normal.

Going to the country to cherish the hometown, the hostile forces are becoming more and more powerful, and he can only hide under a tree at the moment, using the shade of the tree to shade the sun. At the same time, he is still thinking about his first wife. In the hands of Li Xingyun, is she okay?

But he can't go back, and he can't surrender.

At this point, if you go back, you will die. If you don't go back, Li Xingyun will not kill her considering that he is still outside.

At this moment, a trembling pedestrian, wrapped in dust and carrying a burden, walked through this small road and passed in front of the three fake Li.

The murderous look flickered in Li's fake eyes, and Meng Zhixiang was startled by the murderous look. When he raised his hand, he pinched a Huayang needle in his hand.

False Li knows how terrible bad people are. They may be pedestrians on the side of the road, beggars with crutches trembling on crutches, dying old people, or even children on the street.

The information they pass on is as deadly as the intelligence sent by the elite bad guys.

Zhu Youwen noticed his small movements, but didn't react in any way.

Meng Zhixiang had a whim, he looked at the passers-by who were dragging their salutes in front of him, and asked, "Old man, where are you going?"

At this moment, under the sunshine, the forest presents a bright and peaceful scene.The trees are tall and straight, accepting the warm light and exuding green vitality.The sunlight penetrates the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows, dancing on the ground like golden filaments.

The three of them were sitting under the shade of a tree, while the pedestrian was walking in the sunshine, under the same sky, but they were clearly separated from each other.

"What's the matter?" Hearing that, the passer-by had seen three people sitting under the tree a long time ago, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and subconsciously looked up and down at the clothes of the three people in front of him.

One was wearing a black robe with his face covered, the other was wearing brocade with a generous face, and the third was wearing a black armor with a burly figure. These three people were dressed in strange clothes, but each had a certain bearing.

Not like a bandit, but even less like a good guy.

"Hey, I saw my old man running around in the dust, as if someone was chasing him, so I was curious, so I asked." Meng Zhixiang looked at the old man in front of him, and said.

"There is going to be a war. I am going to hide from the war." The old man said without hiding anything when he heard the words.

He felt that Meng Zhixiang might make fun of him, but seeing Meng Zhixiang's three-person attitude, and the fact that the other party had a large number of people, he was a bit short-tempered.

"War? Where is there going to be a war?" Fake Li Wenyan got up quickly, looked at the old man in front of him, and asked anxiously.

"Bianzhou, the emperor (referring to the puppet regime supported by Po Meng's fake Zhu Youwen) has ordered the capital to be moved." The old man waved his hand, turned around and continued to go to the distance.

Fake Li Wenyan fell silent.

While meditating, he raised his hand, and the Huayang needle went straight to the old man wrapped in billowing blue gaseous flames, and hit his heart. killed.

Li Sizhao's internal strength has greatly improved his skill.

The silence in the forest was broken, and the sound of countless wings vibrating echoed in the air.In panic, the birds flew away from the branches one after another, blooming in the air like fireworks.

Meng Zhixiang glanced sideways at the dead old man, sighed, and then said, "Move the capital?
How could you make such a foolish move?

When the capital city moves and people's hearts are in turmoil, wouldn't it be..."

Wouldn't it be cheap for Li Xingyun?

Before he finished speaking, Meng Zhixiang remembered.

The real Zhu Youwen is by his side. Now there is only one puppet supported by Li Xingyun in Bianzhou. Naturally, the more he acts in the interests of Li Xingyun, the better.

Fake Li's mentality collapsed again.

Fortunately, my mentality has collapsed many times, and I have a certain resistance. Now it is not the worst situation, and there is still a chance.

"You two, it seems that we have to speed up our pace." Fake Li raised his eyes, stood under the shade of a tree, and glanced at the scorching sun shining above the mid-heaven. His eyes hurt suddenly, and he looked away. He said Facing Zhu Youwen and Meng Zhixiang, he opened his mouth and said.

It's just that he should know that good fortune never comes, and misfortune never comes singly. There is another piece of bad news waiting for him ahead.

The three of them hurried on, and the journey was full of wind and dust until the afternoon, when the sun moved down and the sky was getting darker. Then they found a small village and an inn, and the three of them planned to stay.

The three found a table and sat down.

"Shopkeeper, good table clothes, good warm pot and good wine, three upper rooms." Meng Zhixiang took out a small piece of broken silver, put it on the table, looked at the shopkeeper of the inn, and said.

"Okay, okay." The shopkeeper of this inn saw Meng Zhixiang and the other three dressed in clothes, and the piece of silver, nodded repeatedly, walked to the table where Meng Zhixiang and the three were sitting, picked up the small piece of silver, Yin, turned around, put it in his mouth and bit it, and then he greeted: "Three honored guests, let's have a good table, hurry up and make arrangements.

Hurry up and warm my treasured 'Dukang wine' to the three honored guests.

Lazy thing, this time it's a distinguished guest, so be quick with your hands and feet, or your wages will be deducted. "

"My God, when did I have dirty hands and feet!" At this moment, an extremely short "dwarf" with a strange accent and a strange oral habit came out of the back kitchen cursingly, holding a piece of sackcloth in his hand.

The person who came was himself. He wore a braid soaring to the sky, and his image could be described as extremely funny.

"Fusang people?" Meng Zhixiang recognized at a glance that the man who was only three feet tall was from Fusang people. With his accent and height, it was hard to admit his mistake.

"My day, this guest officer has a good eye, and I have the reputation of Fusang Xiaotaibai..."

(End of this chapter)