City Marshal

The night wind poured in from mid-air, making people feel cool.

The overlord on the stage is singing generously, and the sound of sorrow surrounds the garden.

With peaceful eyes, Chu Tian sighed conclusively based on Yang Feiyang's words: "The situation is developing in the same way.

Xiang Yu broke out and reached the Wu River, so King Xiang wanted to cross Wu River eastward.

The head of the Wujiang Pavilion waited with a boat, and called King Xiang, saying: "Although the east of the river is small, the area is thousands of miles away, and there are 10 people in it, which is enough for a king.

May the king rush across.

Now the only minister has a boat. "

"When the Han army arrives, there is no way to cross."

"It can be seen that Xiang Yu did not have the opportunity to cross the river to make a living, but Xiang Yu stubbornly believed that "heaven is my death", and he was unwilling to cross the river and rise again, "he died by slaying himself."

Why didn't Concubine Yu wait for all the opportunities to be exhausted and die in love when there was no way out, and sentenced Xiang Yu to death in such a hurry? "

The voice fell, and the girls who were shocked were slightly silent.

Yi Ren sighed softly, Fang Qing added the finishing touch: "Young Marshal, what does this indicate?"

Chu Tian's eyes became deep and far away, and Shi Potian responded in shock: "If I were the overlord of Western Chu, I would kill Yu Ji with my own hands, because I suspect that she is a beautiful spy sent by Liu Bang to Xiang Yu's side following the example of Xi Shi.

With Liu Bang's intelligence and acting style, and Xiang Yu's womanly heart, this is entirely possible. "

Saying these words, the complexion of the digital confidantes changed slightly.

"Overlord, the concubine goes first!"

Concubine Yu's tragic cry came from the stage, and the overlord holding Fang Tian's painting halberd was also very sad. Even the oil paint on his face couldn't hide the sadness, which made Chu Tian, ​​Fang Qing and others applaud. Because of Chu Tian's analysis, all the girls felt more sympathy for Bawang.

But everyone was amazed, this overlord's performance was so vivid.

Those who watch the theater watch the theater, and those who drink drink drink. There are 25 tables and 25 cups in the world.

So when Fan Jian fell back to his position, he was already five or six points more drunk than usual. Chu Tian gave Fang Qing two slices of iron plate beef, and said with a meaningful smile: "Fan Jian is quite in a good mood tonight." Enough, he looks like the protagonist of tonight's birthday, Qing'er, would you like to toast?"

Fang Qing put the beef into her mouth and chewed it carefully, waved her hands and responded with a smile: "Young Marshal, you know that I am not a person who is greedy for what's in the cup, so let's leave the scene of toasting and drinking to the mortal world, and you can also help me entertain the various district halls by the way." The Lord is fine, it doesn't matter who is the protagonist, as long as everyone is happy!"

At this time, Huo Wuzui was stuffing food, muttering: "It's a pity that Miss Ben is pregnant, otherwise I will drink for Sister Qing!"

Chu Tian smiled helplessly, he was always very tolerant towards this girl, and was about to reach out to help her brush her hair that was about to be stained with wine, when Huo girl's eyes suddenly flashed pain, she groaned and slipped to the side, approaching Her Yang Feiyang's complexion changed drastically, and he grabbed her arm quickly, feeling Huo Wuzui's trembling in his palm.

Everyone at the table realized something was wrong, and Chu Tian raised his heart to his throat.

He stretched out his hand and hugged Huo Wuzui into his arms. The latter was like a frightened mouse, subconsciously shaking his head and crawling towards Chutian's abdomen. Chutian hurriedly hugged Huo girl who was out of order for no reason. When he touched the skin of her face, the woman aroused His body was trembling constantly, Chu Tian's heart was awe-inspiring, and he kept shouting: "Wuzui, what's wrong with you?"

Huo Wuzui tried hard to concentrate his eyes, and replied tremblingly: "I am so dizzy, so cold, so disgusting!"

After the last note fell, she collapsed in Chu Tian's arms. The latter's face was extremely pale, and while calling Huo Wuzui's name, he stretched out his hand to feel for her pulse, and felt relieved after feeling that the pulse was chaotic but not weak. Said that although her body's immune system was attacked, it was not life-threatening.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

Chu Tian shouted: "Qingcheng, Qingcheng!"

Qingcheng at the same table rushed over quickly, opened Huo Wuzui's eyes and said, "Young commander, Wuzui is intoxicated..." Before he finished speaking, Qingcheng knelt down on one knee with a flushed face, and his body fell to the side precariously. Fang Qing stretched out her arms to hug her in shock, and asked anxiously, "Qingcheng, what's wrong with you?"

Qingcheng bit her lip, and said with difficulty: "I'm weak all over!"

Chu Tian, ​​who was flustered at first, suddenly became silent in his eyes. He began to worry that Huo Wuzui had fainted due to his fetal gas by accident. Now that Qingcheng was also in trouble, he immediately realized that there was something wrong. But it wasn't the poison that sealed the throat with blood, so there was a turning point in the situation.

He took out his mobile phone, but there was no signal.

The chief surgeon and Tian Yangsheng were sitting at the same table, sitting in a remote and dark corner. When they heard Chutian's shout, they shot out several figures in a whizzing manner, and they stood in front of Chutian at the same time in just seven or eight seconds. , the chief surgeon took the pulse as quickly as possible, and his fingers just caught Huo Wuzui's pulse.

His face was gloomy for an instant, and he said in surprise, "Cartilage powder?"

After the words fell, he suddenly covered his chest: "I don't have any strength anymore!"

Tian Yangsheng, Gu Jian, Lao Yao and others trembled slightly, a little bit of luck showed shock, and then sat on the ground without saying a word, while Kerr and Hattori Hideko also sat slumped on the chairs, trying to struggle but found that the supporting arms There was no strength at all, and there was a rare panic at the moment.

The stage troupe didn't notice the situation, they still shouted non-stop.

Knowing what had happened, Chu Tian's expression changed drastically, and he stood up abruptly. It's okay if he didn't stand, but he felt dizzy at this stop, and he almost fell on the dining table with a sway. He was shocked, but his expression remained the same. At the table, he slowly sat back on the chair, and at the same time glanced at everyone at the banquet.

The hall masters had seen clearly what had happened and heard the words of the chief surgeon, so they couldn't help but gathered around Chutian to see what happened. Who knew that just as they were on the way, they fell down one after another. They felt powerless and even their heads changed It was extremely heavy, the bones in his body seemed to be emptied, and he turned into a puddle of meat.

Chutian's sense of shock just now was finally confirmed, and someone really used the banquet to deal with him.

But now his self-cultivation is already deeper than those old foxes, and the state of not being frightened or disturbed by favor or humiliation has long been in Chutian's pocket. The female doctor shouted: "Come and take care of Wuzui!"

The female doctor moved her steps and quickly supported Huo Wuzui.

These two personal doctors are trustworthy people, and they don't drink alcohol, so they deeply feel that Chu Tian, ​​who is facing a strong enemy, let them take care of them without getting drunk. Staring at Chutian, he was in a state of indescribable confusion, and the latter was shouting to the guarding Shuaijun brother: "Full alert, in case the enemy invades."

The night moon is thick, the sky and the earth are lonely, and the night is darker and brighter because of the conspiracy.

"Chutian, your time of death has arrived!"

A sound of shouting seemed to be coming from far away, and almost at the same time, the screams continued to ring out. Seventy or eighty fierce figures flashed in Qianlong Garden, shooting towards the center of the banquet from all directions like sharp arrows. It was far beyond Chutian's imagination.

But what made Chutian and the others even more surprised was that the newly transferred Shuaijun brothers didn't stop them in any way. They looked at each other and slowly retreated in front of Chutian. As soon as he raised his weapon, he was beheaded by the knife, and that clean and neat method showed the ferocity of the comer.

Almost all the three hundred brothers who participated in the banquet collapsed around Chu Tian.

At most ten seconds later, dozens of figures gradually became clear. They were dressed in black and black trousers with a black dagger. A muscular man in his thirties was leading them. He had big triangular eyes, a slightly hooked nose, and a thick and short neck. Hanging a chain of Buddhist beads as thick as a little finger, there are few kind-hearted people with this appearance.

The stage troupe who had seen the changes all stopped their movements, and the Overlord stepped back with his halberd in hand.

The man touched the bare skin of the head with his broad palms, and the tattoo on the back of his hands was an eagle with outstretched wings. Muscles bulged one by one, and the eyes that glanced at Brother Shuaijun were extremely indifferent.

Chu Tian sighed lightly, and said with a wry smile: "Chen Taishan has paid for it!"