Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 77 Parties
As Xu Yue walked away, the remaining Mianzhou garrison also disbanded on the spot.The streets that had been crowded with people suddenly became empty.

Until this moment, there was finally a sound of gasping after the catastrophe from the surviving shops and private houses on both sides.

After a long time, until the big moon on the dome had disappeared, a figure in a green shirt slowly appeared at the end of the street.

"Second Master, I'm here to collect your body."

Yang Shuo stopped in front of a corpse crushed by the sword light, took off his robe and spread it on the ground, and knelt down slowly.

"Actually, we are all Yang family no matter if we are the first family or the second family, we just have different ways of making a living."

Yang Shuo gently picked up the scattered body parts, and put them in his robes solemnly.

"Your heart is higher than the sky, but what I see is that life is thinner than paper. The Yang family is too weak to compete with others."

Yang Shuo's lips moved, as if he still wanted to say a lot, but in the end he just murmured: "Second Master, the grudges between death and death are gone. It's time for us to reconcile."

Holding his robe in his hands, he got up and stared up at the dark sky, "It's really dark."

Peng County, Danjingshan.

An exquisite and simple Ming-style house is hidden in the mountains.

Although the night is dark at this moment, from some corners of the house illuminated by lights, you can still see exquisitely carved beams and painted buildings, and exotic beasts flying eaves.

Both are exquisite materials and excellent workmanship.

From a glimpse of the leopard, the luxury of the entire house can be seen.

It stands to reason that this kind of manor built in the wilderness is the favorite place for gun robbers and prosthetic thieves to patronize.

But the structure of this house is not high walls and deep courtyard, and the masonry structure does not look like there is any mechanism, and there are no patrolling guards around.

Such undefended confidence comes from the two lanterns hanging in front of the gate of the house.

In black characters on a white background, there is a word "Wu" written on it.

In an extremely wide courtyard deep in the house, a frightening fight is taking place at the moment.

A huge boa constrictor curled up on a rockery, its head held high, and it neighed.

A thin hungry tiger walked down the rockery, roaring angrily.

These two creatures, which should not have appeared in the Shu land at all, presented a life-and-death struggle under deliberate arrangements.

Not far away, a handsome young man stood behind a desk and quietly admired the bloody scene in front of him.

Two beautiful young girls wearing only a thin layer of red gauze stood behind him, one held the lamp and the other rubbed the ink.

"Master Gong, something happened in Mianzhou County."

An old man dressed as a housekeeper walked into the courtyard quickly, and stopped ten steps away from the desk, with his head buried very low, his eyes fixed on his feet, and he didn't dare to move a bit.

"Say."

Wu Gong looked at the hungry tiger and dragon snake who finally couldn't help but cull them together, and excitedly grabbed the writing brush on the desk and began to swish.

"Wu Jinfeng is dead. The one who killed him was the martial arts sequence recruited by Shu Dao Logistics, Li Jun."

Wu Gong's wrist flicked the pen, and immediately a large mass of ink was smeared on the rice paper.

"Didn't you get that thing?"

The old man trembled: "No."

"What about the Gu family?"

"The Gu Gu family grabbed a quarter of it." Beads of sweat dripped from the old man's temples.

"I didn't get the things, and I was killed after finally training a satisfactory pet. It seems that I lost to Gu Xi this time."

A soft sigh resounded, but it sounded like thunder in the old man's ears.His legs softened, and he knelt down abruptly.

Wu Gong casually threw away the ink pen in his hand, crumpled up the ink-colored rice paper on the table, and spread it in his palm like feeding.

The red gauze maid next to her who was grinding ink with her bare hands immediately opened her small mouth and swallowed the ball of paper.

Wu Gong walked up to the kneeling butler, and suddenly said something for no reason, "Do you know which of the six Confucian arts is my favorite?"

The butler's head hanging on his chest swayed from side to side, "The villain doesn't know."

"It's the etiquette, it's the rules. With the rules, the game can be fun. Otherwise, what's the difference between us scholars and those illiterate fools?"

A toe pierced the old man's line of sight, and his body trembled instantly.

"However, now it's the rules that the Gu family doesn't say first, so naturally we can't stick to the rules, come and don't reciprocate."

A gentle voice came from above the old man's head, "You go to the private prison to fish out Le Zhong, don't they legalists like to talk about the rules the most? Let him tell the rules back."

"Tell him, if the rules are not done well this time, I will personally guide him and make him change the law and believe in Confucianism!"

As soon as Wu Gong finished speaking, the fight in the courtyard was also decided.

The giant python had already entangled the hungry tiger, its body tightened, and there was a crackling sound of bones breaking.

The python turned its head to the sky and screamed angrily!
The outskirts of Mianzhou County.

A firearm with a dragon's head was inserted into the ground, and a cluster of flames spewed out from the dragon's mouth, roasting a freshly skinned hare.

Zhao Qingxia sat next to the exoskeleton armor holding a face swollen like a pig's head, and asked in a puzzled tone: "Old horse, why does my face hurt so much, it looks like someone has slapped my ears a few times, what's going on?"

"What else could it be? I was beaten by that man named Wu Jinfeng. I told you not to fight hand-to-hand. Now who is beaten like a bear, who can you blame?"

Zhao Qingxia said angrily: "Damn it, you don't hit people in the face. Why is this old bastard so vicious? Where is he now?"

"Don't worry, it's dead."

"You killed it so bravely?" Zhao Qingxia looked excited.

"It was done by someone else, Li Jun himself."

Armor suddenly turned his head to look at Zhao Qingxia, and Lord Ma said angrily, "If it wasn't for Li Jun today, both of us would have been left there!"

Zhao Qingxia fell back dejectedly, "These people are so embarrassing, they promised to help, but they were saved by others."

"It's embarrassing."

The red eyes in the helmet flickered, revealing a taste of scheming.

"By the way, I remember that there seems to be a seventh-grade inner strength in your collection, right?"

"There is one."

Zhao Qingxia replied subconsciously, and then seemed to have realized what Prince Ma meant, and jumped up from the ground, looking at Hongyan with a ferocious expression.

"Why are you asking this. Let me tell you, old horse, that is my most precious collection of martial arts. You can't even think about it!"

"I lost all my face, what more do I need to treasure?!"

Prince Ma said angrily: "I'll ask you, are you still paying back the debt you owe Li Jun?"

"Of course I have to pay it back,"

Zhao Qingxia's momentum weakened, and he murmured: "But that's the seventh-rank internal strength, and he doesn't need a single sequence eight. Could it be that he's already going to be promoted to sequence seven? He's more genius than me, that's impossible!"

"Don't worry about whether others need it or not, anyway, this favor cannot be owed."

The helmet drooped slightly, looking at the few egret feathers sandwiched between the belly armor.

"Otherwise, my father and I should stop messing around in Tianzhihui."

(End of this chapter)