Madam, look at the sword!

Chapter 85 is a bit nice
In the Habitat Valley, more than two thousand border troops from Mengtingguan from Zhoutian were in uniform and solemn.

The people of the three major sects who had thought that the birds and beasts would disappear into the night found that they had been surrounded.

The headless swordsman still maintained the posture of wielding the sword, but no more blood could spurt out from his neck. Even after death, Elder Black Flag still had unfocused pupils, but there was no more flag in his hand.
Instead of springs of blood emerging, the ground turned into pools after pools.

Everyone's eyes were looking at the calm and dull face of Zhao Yulong, the burly Northern Killer God.

waiting for his answer.

His answer was: let King Guan go and let the prince die.

Therefore, Menting's Guanbian army, who had to consider whether King Guan would give an order to save people, showed an extremely solemn expression.

As soldiers they must follow orders.

But if there is a choice, neither the soldiers nor the officers here want to have the slightest intention of becoming an enemy of Zhao Yulong, because he is the person that all Zhou Tian's border troops at any level admire from the bottom of their hearts.

Fortunately, after King Guan was scolded, he did not become as angry as before.

Listening to Zhao Yulong: "My brother knew I would say this." He pointed at his nose and said, "Your brother is your father."

Zhao Yulong didn't answer, but he expressed disdain for his father. He seemed to mean that my father was not as good as my brother.
So King Guan was speechless for a moment.

Looking at the still dull face in front of him, he had to soften again: "Can't you give me some face?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Tuo Feng, the third prince of the Great Wilderness, who looked on the ground as if he could not hide his pain, but looked at him expectantly: "Isn't he just a useless person who betrayed his own tribe, betrayed his own nation, and was deposed? Your brother cut off his meridians before, so what kind of hatred and hatred do you have to kill him?"

This time Zhao Yulong did not take out his brother from the breastplate and said...
Instead, he looked directly into King Guan's eyes and said directly: "My brother said that he killed twelve girls from Kyoto during the Zhou Tian disaster."

King Guan was stunned: "Ah?"

Zhao Yulong continued: "My brother said that the three major sects helped."

King Guan turned around and looked at the three major sects in the valley.

"My brother said that there were twelve families behind the twelve girls he killed. He may never get the truth made public by the government in his lifetime."

"My brother also said that some of the relatives of the dead girls' families can forget the past and look forward to the future, while some may fall into the abyss."

"Is my brother right?"

Zhao Yulong's stern and calm face had a scrawled eyebrow raised: "Second brother, let me ask you, is what my brother said right?"

Prince Guan is rarely called the second child. In private, only Zhao Yulong and he always call each other the second child. Indeed, they are both the second child, one is the second child of Dangbei Palace and the other is the second child of the royal family.

Now listening to this voice, Wei Laoer, who wiped Zhao Yulong's spit on his face, obviously felt that he was in the wrong and had to say: "Yes, yes, yes"

As he said that, he glanced at the bloody mess on Tuo Feng's lower body, and suddenly understood why there was such a bloody kick.

Zhao Yulong was impatient: "Get out of here."

King Guan asked: "Are you serious? We are here guarding the border and this guy is in our Zhoutian Kyoto."

Zhao Yulong raised his face and stopped replying.

King Guan didn't look at him, and turned around and said, "To be honest, I'm not as good as you when it comes to killing enemies, but when it comes to torture and how to make people die painfully, you are definitely not as good as me."

Zhao Yulong frowned, acquiescing.

Then King Guan straightened his chest and looked down at Tuo Feng, his eyes suddenly cold.

Tuo Feng, who had looked at Prince Guan a moment ago with eyes full of expectation, now looked extremely stunned.
……

The sound of whips resounded in the habitat valley.

Each whip will scrape off a layer of flesh and blood, just like Ling Chi.

The third prince of Dahuang still didn't understand why the second prince Zhou Tian, ​​who was obviously here to save him, suddenly changed his face.

So without his crotch, he made a final struggle and said through gritted teeth: "Spiritual contract."

As a result, he died slower, was beaten harder, and torture filled the last moments of his life.

As a person who can betray anything.

Tuo Feng, the third prince of Dahuang, will not understand after his death why King Guan changed his face and became so decisive, and carried out the task of killing him slowly in the end.

In fact, the reason is very simple, because the King of Guan, who is far away from the fierce battles of the royal family, has been guarding the border for 24 years and fought hundreds of battles. What he protects is the peace and prosperity of singing and dancing in Guan.

Why the hell do you go to Guan to kill our Zhoutian people?
This was something he couldn't accept at all, and it was also the reason why he and Zhao Yulong could become friends.

So even if the shitty spiritual contract is lost.

The three major promises were ruined.

King Guan still resolutely beat the third prince of Dahuang into a puddle of rotten flesh.

There was even some unresolved resentment in the end. So much so that all the people from the three major sects who had watched this cruel and bloody scene happen for a long enough time looked at him with awe in their eyes.

He said to Zhao Yulong: "Let's go back to Guanli and have a drink."

Zhao Yulong raised his feet and suddenly found some adhesions.

The two of them looked down and saw that between the soles and the ground, which were somewhat scratched with blood, flesh and bones, there seemed to be a piece of cardboard folded into squares. It had an extraordinary texture and was printed with blue and white flowers.

Spiritual contract?

Therefore, the third prince of Dahuang has been hiding the things that these three sects have always wanted.
In the crotch?
Zhao Yulong's previous kick.
King Guan was a little shocked when he thought of this.

He raised his head and looked at the long starry sky that was pinched out of the valley, feeling like the narrow eye of the sky.

……

I don’t know if it’s because it’s been raining the past few days, but the starry sky in Kyoto tonight is particularly clear and beautiful.

A Milky Way encompasses countless stars, and the full moon hanging in the distance echoes the stars with its cold moonlight, just like a picture scroll.

In the backyard of the Crown Prince's residence, the people who had dinner together today were looking up at the stars.

It is easy to tell from their faces and eyes that they are all a bit drunk.
The little Taoist priest had curled up on the chair. Although he was looking at the sky with his head raised, his wide mouth and dull eyes showed that he was stupid now.

Sanzhenren's drinking capacity was not that great, but he was better than the little Taoist priest. He leaned next to him, raised his hand and pointed at the starry sky, and muttered something, but no one could hear clearly what he said.

Cui Zhi was doing much better relatively speaking. Apart from his dull eyes and slightly sluggish demeanor, he could still respond when talking to him and occasionally burp from wine.

Wei Huanchu, who had a really good drinking capacity, looked at the starry sky without saying a word, his eyes a little deep.

Zhao Chengfeng was sitting on the chair to her left and said, "Just say I won't drink Xifenglie."

This is the root cause of all this.

The family dinner in the evening was originally a good one.

Wei Huanchu's cooking skills should have been inherited from her father, King Xian, and the food she cooked was delicious and delicious.

Who would have known that at this time, Uncle Sun who was passing by did not come over to have a meal, but instead brought them two jars of Xifenglie, which was used by the northern frontier army.

Said to be
"All real men have to drink this."

Hence.
Zhao Chengfeng rubbed his eyes and looked at everyone's current state with some double vision. Look, this has been going on for an hour. They are all stupid.

Seeing them like this, he muttered vaguely: "How about we all use our true energy. Let's get rid of the wine."

"Whoever touches it is a dog~!"

The little Taoist priest raised a finger and then lay down on the chair again.

But at this time, footsteps sounded in the distance, and Aotian, a book boy wearing a Confucian scarf under the moonlight, ran over, holding a cloud letter that had just arrived home: "Young Master."

Zhao Chengfeng took it and read it in a daze, then the corners of his mouth turned up.

Cui Zhi, who was next to him, came over and asked with hazy eyes: "Dead?"

Zhao Chengfeng nodded, and Cui Zhi also laughed silly.

The two of them had fun for a long time, and their spirits of drinking continued to rise.

Zhao Chengfeng looked more and more confused, and Cui Zhi, whose upper and lower eyelids began to fight, asked:
"Cui Zhi, how much do you still believe?"

Cui Zhi was confused:

"I believe a few, I believe a few"

After saying that, he tilted his body and slapped it on the stone floor.

Zhao Chengfeng ignored him and took out a piece of paper from the imperial study room.

By the moonlight, he looked at the name on it, thinking that it would be made public soon. His Majesty's generous gesture made him couldn't help but consider whether he could handle it.

Also, why does Your Majesty look like this now three years later?
Does Concubine Chen have anything to do with Mirror Town?

And the lake and sea where Xuechu took him
The former junior sister of Poyun Temple in the north of the city.

Zhao Chengfeng had so many thoughts for a while that he shook his head. The alcohol continued to rise, and his head became dizzy.

So when the scene in front of him was doubled, he saw Wei Huanchu sitting on the chair next to him, dressed in white, holding a wine bottle, with a pretty face full of red cheeks, and a pair of beautiful eyes that were half drunk and half awake, looking at him. The moon stares at each other.

Uh.
Why is it so pretty?
　The last chapter of this volume.

　　It’s gone today, there will be a curly knot later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)