City Marshal

Day by day, the sun rises and the moon sets.

The Palace of the King of Tibet is peaceful and tenaciously glowing with vitality.

Too many things have happened in this palace of the king of Tibet, which has gone through a hundred years of honor and disgrace these days, and too many people have died. At this time, people who live in this mountain city, who are in charge of the wind and rain or who are dying, all have to eat and sleep. No matter how big things happen, As long as the sky doesn't fall down, life will still be lived.

Since knowing that Chutian decided to fight Perseus, Su Rongrong almost ignored the matter at hand, and handed over all kinds of affairs to Hidden Dragon. Anyway, Perseus promised not to do anything within three days, so the whole Tibet The area has stabilized a lot, and it is no longer panic like the previous two days.

On the eve of a storm, there is always silence.

Hidden Dragon seems to have made up his mind to follow Su Rongrong all the way to the dark. The Tibetan king once told him that if Su Rongrong died, he must die first. The goal is to move in that direction clearly.

The tacit understanding between the two has also been cultivated bit by bit.

So Su Rongrong confessed that his work went very smoothly.

Putting aside the matter at hand, Su Rongrong stayed by Chutian's side all the time. Although she knew that Perseus was domineering and powerful, this clever woman with a delicate mind never asked about such matters. On the contrary, Chutian , looked at the woman and said lightly: "Master Suolan was invited out of the mountain by you?"

Su Rongrong nodded lightly, and admitted without hesitation: "That's right! When I knew that Perseus was going to find you for a decisive battle, I knew in my heart that you would agree to it in all likelihood, so I called directly back to the capital to ask Grandma Lan Please help, I hope she can convince Master Suo Lang to kill the enemy."

Chu Tian laughed: "You want Master Solang to deal with Perseus?"

Su Rongrong nodded solemnly again, and then gave a wry smile: "In my opinion, Master Suo Lang can definitely kill Perseus easily, and the tragedies happening all over the Tibetan area are enough for him to take action. As I expected, he also appeared in the The Tibetan Palace, the only one who didn't expect him to come and go in a hurry."

"It's enough for him."

Chutian knew what Su Rongrong was thinking. Women like to minimize his risks, so he was uneasy about Suo Lang only stimulating Chutian's potential and said: "Some things still need to be faced by myself, Master Suo Lang Taking shots just makes me feel incompetent."

"The central government will also question my ability."

Speaking of this, he fixedly looked at Su Rongrong and added: "In fact, you also understand in your heart that so many tragedies have occurred in Tibetan areas and so many people have died, and the central government has been holding back and forbearing. They don't ask, they don't take responsibility... and they don't care."

"Yes!"

Su Rongrong also laughed, and shook Chutian's hand and responded: "This difficult problem is a test for us, but it is also a good opportunity to establish our prestige. The Zaowang Mansion will collapse. If we can hold it up with gritted teeth, Thousands of people here and there will completely surrender."

"So we have to deal with this matter."

Chu Tian leaned back on the chair, sighed and said: "This will be the greatest achievement of your leadership, so no matter what, I will defeat Perseus, and even destroy those masters who don't know their origins." Then he continued Frowning: "I don't know why, I always feel that this matter..."

He wanted to say that the situation in the Tibetan area might have something to do with Mr. Su, or that it was created by the latter. From another perspective, all unfavorable factors are actually a great test and opportunity. In other words, Chu Tian suspected that This is the springboard for the old man to cast for Rongrong.

It's just that he stopped at the right time, there are some things that cannot be said.

Su Rongrong smiled and looked at Chu Tian gently for a while, such a woman always doesn't need too much words or embellishments, then she stood up and clapped her hands: "Recently, the situation in the Palace of the Tibetan King is tense, and the people who serve us are not good enough. Too much, let Miss Ben cook you a meal today!"

Chu Tian nodded slightly, with a playful smile.

While watching Su Rongrong happily go to the kitchen to cook tomato and egg noodles with peaceful eyes, Chu Tian touched the black Buddhist beads on his wrist. Although I felt different, I didn't take it to heart.

Dongying, the cherry blossoms have passed.

People in island countries have come out of the appreciation of cherry blossoms all over the mountains and plains, and even forgot the waves of fighting and earthquakes that Japan once set off. People who have regained their calm rush into their lives. Only Yoshikiyo Yamamoto of the Yamaguchi group stands in the withered Watching under the cherry tree.

And today he stayed there for two hours, and then crushed a piece of paper into pieces.

He thought about it for a while, and went to the royal cold palace to meet his old friend in person.

Dongying Lenggong is actually similar to the ancient courtyards in the capital. In the increasingly developed modern times, such courtyards are rarely seen, and ten guards with live ammunition stand at the gate of this seemingly ordinary courtyard, watching out for murderous people who occasionally glance at them. Cutting people daunting.

In a house in a courtyard house, perhaps because of the gloomy weather outside, the house is not bright, and there is a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the house, accompanied by the occasional light cough of a woman, which adds to the tranquility of the courtyard. A trace of pale anger.

"Is Chutian dead?"

As soon as Yoshiki Yamamoto stepped into that room, the woman who coughed slightly spoke indifferently, as if she knew who came to visit her lonely family, and also seemed to know that the visitor would endure her rude attitude: "If He is not dead, what is the point of your coming here?"

Yamamoto Yoshiki sighed: "You still can't let go?"

"lay down?"

The woman's cold voice suddenly rose, and then she turned around slowly. The short ear-length hair, capable and shrewd is the first impression that people give, and then, a palace-like luxurious atmosphere extends from this woman, impressing everyone who looks at her. A noble gesture that can only be looked up to.

Even if this kind of woman smiles at you, that is the reserve of the superior.

"How do I let go?"

The corner of the cold woman's mouth curled into a sneer, and her eyes shot out an undisguised murder: "I lost power and body, was thrown into limbo by the royal family, and it took me half a year to drink medicine to dissolve the toxins in my body, for what? Did you hear the news that he fell ill and died?"

"Prince, why should you?"

Yamamoto Yoshiki walked into the room with steady steps, walked slowly to the window and opened it, a rocking chair was slowly rocking, and a young woman with an unattractive complexion was lying on the rocking chair, watching his every move with squinted eyes : "Yamamoto-kun, why bother?"

"I'm already a broken flower, what's the point of you being madly in love with me?"

After opening the window, Yamamoto took out the tea set from the side, and skillfully made a pot of tea. The aroma of this tea could not even cover the strong smell of Chinese medicine, which made people feel refreshed when they smelled it. Then he gave Prince Jinggong Pushing a cup over, he said, "The fierce god of India is going to fight against Chutian!"

With just one sentence, Jing Gong Masako immediately stood up.

At this moment, her thin face revealed a lustrous luster, and there was a touch of surprise and joy in her eyes: "What? The Indian fierce god? The world's predators are going to attack Chu? Great! Great! With Parr If Hughes makes a move, even if Chu Tian has nine lives, he will definitely die!"

"The poison on his body is almost gone, and another shocking battle will definitely kill him."

Yamamoto Yoshiki raised his head and said lightly, "You also think Chu Tian must die?"

Masako Jinggong frowned slightly, then stared at Chutian and responded coldly: "Of course! Although Chutian's skills are superb, they are still lacking compared to Perseus, not to mention that Chutian was hit by me a few months ago. His sex is poisonous, so there is no suspense between the two of them."

"Persius has no flaws?"

The corner of Yoshiki Yamamoto's mouth curled up into a smile, and he replied in a calm voice: "Chutian is a rare talent in a hundred years. Even if Perseus is half as skilled as him, with Chutian's intelligence and wisdom, he can still win Random changes during the battle; this battle, I am optimistic about Chutian."

"Are you optimistic about Chutian?"

Masako Jingomiya sneered: "I'm not afraid to tell you that when the royal family communicated with India, Perseus fought fiercely with the three ninjas of Japan's gold, wood and water alone. At the beginning, not only did he not lose but he gained the upper hand. If Jinnin discovered the weakness of his feet, Back then, the three high ninjas were all afraid of losing!"

"If that's the case, the two sides ended up with a tie."

Yamamoto Yoshiki nodded slightly, then took a drink from the teacup.Day by day, the sun rises and the moon sets.

The Palace of the King of Tibet is peaceful and tenaciously glowing with vitality.

Too many things have happened in this palace of the king of Tibet, which has gone through a hundred years of honor and disgrace these days, and too many people have died. At this time, people who live in this mountain city, who are in charge of the wind and rain or who are dying, all have to eat and sleep. No matter how big things happen, As long as the sky doesn't fall down, life will still be lived.

Since knowing that Chutian decided to fight Perseus, Su Rongrong almost ignored the matter at hand, and handed over all kinds of affairs to Hidden Dragon. Anyway, Perseus promised not to do anything within three days, so the whole Tibet The area has stabilized a lot, and it is no longer panic like the previous two days.

On the eve of a storm, there is always silence.

Hidden Dragon seems to have made up his mind to follow Su Rongrong all the way to the dark. The Tibetan king once told him that if Su Rongrong died, he must die first. The goal is to move in that direction clearly.

The tacit understanding between the two has also been cultivated bit by bit.

So Su Rongrong confessed that his work went very smoothly.

Putting aside the matter at hand, Su Rongrong stayed by Chutian's side all the time. Although she knew that Perseus was domineering and powerful, this clever woman with a delicate mind never asked about such matters. On the contrary, Chutian , looked at the woman and said lightly: "Master Suolan was invited out of the mountain by you?"

Su Rongrong nodded lightly, and admitted without hesitation: "That's right! When I knew that Perseus was going to find you for a decisive battle, I knew in my heart that you would agree to it in all likelihood, so I called directly back to the capital to ask Grandma Lan Please help, I hope she can convince Master Suo Lang to kill the enemy."

Chu Tian laughed: "You want Master Solang to deal with Perseus?"

Su Rongrong nodded solemnly again, and then gave a wry smile: "In my opinion, Master Suo Lang can definitely kill Perseus easily, and the tragedies happening all over the Tibetan area are enough for him to take action. As I expected, he also appeared in the The Tibetan Palace, the only one who didn't expect him to come and go in a hurry."

"It's enough for him."

Chutian knew what Su Rongrong was thinking. Women like to minimize his risks, so he was uneasy about Suo Lang only stimulating Chutian's potential and said: "Some things still need to be faced by myself, Master Suo Lang Taking shots just makes me feel incompetent."

"The central government will also question my ability."

Speaking of this, he fixedly looked at Su Rongrong and added: "In fact, you also understand in your heart that so many tragedies have occurred in Tibetan areas and so many people have died, and the central government has been holding back and forbearing. They don't ask, they don't take responsibility... and they don't care."

"Yes!"

Su Rongrong also laughed, and shook Chutian's hand and responded: "This difficult problem is a test for us, but it is also a good opportunity to establish our prestige. The Zaowang Mansion will collapse. If we can hold it up with gritted teeth, Thousands of people here and there will completely surrender."

"So we have to deal with this matter."

Chu Tian leaned back on the chair, sighed and said: "This will be the greatest achievement of your leadership, so no matter what, I will defeat Perseus, and even destroy those masters who don't know their origins." Then he continued Frowning: "I don't know why, I always feel that this matter..."

He wanted to say that the situation in the Tibetan area might have something to do with Mr. Su, or that it was created by the latter. From another perspective, all unfavorable factors are actually a great test and opportunity. In other words, Chu Tian suspected that This is the springboard for the old man to cast for Rongrong.

It's just that he stopped at the right time, there are some things that cannot be said.

Su Rongrong smiled and looked at Chu Tian gently for a while, such a woman always doesn't need too much words or embellishments, then she stood up and clapped her hands: "Recently, the situation in the Palace of the Tibetan King is tense, and the people who serve us are not good enough. Too much, let Miss Ben cook you a meal today!"

Chu Tian nodded slightly, with a playful smile.

While watching Su Rongrong happily go to the kitchen to cook tomato and egg noodles with peaceful eyes, Chu Tian touched the black Buddhist beads on his wrist. Although I felt different, I didn't take it to heart.

Dongying, the cherry blossoms have passed.

People in island countries have come out of the appreciation of cherry blossoms all over the mountains and plains, and even forgot the waves of fighting and earthquakes that Japan once set off. People who have regained their calm rush into their lives. Only Yoshikiyo Yamamoto of the Yamaguchi group stands in the withered Watching under the cherry tree.

And today he stayed there for two hours, and then crushed a piece of paper into pieces.

He thought about it for a while, and went to the royal cold palace to meet his old friend in person.

Dongying Lenggong is actually similar to the ancient courtyards in the capital. In the increasingly developed modern times, such courtyards are rarely seen, and ten guards with live ammunition stand at the gate of this seemingly ordinary courtyard, watching out for murderous people who occasionally glance at them. Cutting people daunting.

In a house in a courtyard house, perhaps because of the gloomy weather outside, the house is not bright, and there is a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine in the house, accompanied by the occasional light cough of a woman, which adds to the tranquility of the courtyard. A trace of pale anger.

"Is Chutian dead?"

As soon as Yoshiki Yamamoto stepped into that room, the woman who coughed slightly spoke indifferently, as if she knew who came to visit her lonely family, and also seemed to know that the visitor would endure her rude attitude: "If He is not dead, what is the point of your coming here?"

Yamamoto Yoshiki sighed: "You still can't let go?"

"lay down?"

The woman's cold voice suddenly rose, and then she turned around slowly. The short ear-length hair, capable and shrewd is the first impression that people give, and then, a palace-like luxurious atmosphere extends from this woman, impressing everyone who looks at her. A noble gesture that can only be looked up to.

Even if this kind of woman smiles at you, that is the reserve of the superior.

"How do I let go?"

The corner of the cold woman's mouth curled into a sneer, and her eyes shot out an undisguised murder: "I lost power and body, was thrown into limbo by the royal family, and it took me half a year to drink medicine to dissolve the toxins in my body, for what? Did you hear the news that he fell ill and died?"

"Prince, why should you?"

Yamamoto Yoshiki walked into the room with steady steps, walked slowly to the window and opened it, a rocking chair was slowly rocking, and a young woman with an unattractive complexion was lying on the rocking chair, watching his every move with squinted eyes : "Yamamoto-kun, why bother?"

"I'm already a broken flower, what's the point of you being madly in love with me?"

After opening the window, Yamamoto took out the tea set from the side, and skillfully made a pot of tea. The aroma of this tea could not even cover the strong smell of Chinese medicine, which made people feel refreshed when they smelled it. Then he gave Prince Jinggong Pushing a cup over, he said, "The fierce god of India is going to fight against Chutian!"

With just one sentence, Jing Gong Masako immediately stood up.

At this moment, her thin face revealed a lustrous luster, and there was a touch of surprise and joy in her eyes: "What? The Indian fierce god? The world's predators are going to attack Chu? Great! Great! With Parr If Hughes makes a move, even if Chu Tian has nine lives, he will definitely die!"

"The poison on his body is almost gone, and another shocking battle will definitely kill him."

Yamamoto Yoshiki raised his head and said lightly, "You also think Chu Tian must die?"

Masako Jinggong frowned slightly, then stared at Chutian and responded coldly: "Of course! Although Chutian's skills are superb, they are still lacking compared to Perseus, not to mention that Chutian was hit by me a few months ago. His sex is poisonous, so there is no suspense between the two of them."

"Persius has no flaws?"

The corner of Yoshiki Yamamoto's mouth curled up into a smile, and he replied in a calm voice: "Chutian is a rare talent in a hundred years. Even if Perseus is half as skilled as him, with Chutian's intelligence and wisdom, he can still win Random changes during the battle; this battle, I am optimistic about Chutian."

"Are you optimistic about Chutian?"

Masako Jingomiya sneered: "I'm not afraid to tell you that when the royal family communicated with India, Perseus fought fiercely with the three ninjas of Japan's gold, wood and water alone. At the beginning, not only did he not lose but he gained the upper hand. If Jinnin discovered the weakness of his feet, Back then, the three high ninjas were all afraid of losing!"

"If that's the case, the two sides ended up with a tie."

Yamamoto Yoshiki nodded slightly, then took a drink from the teacup.