A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 793 Langmo, he is very special and better to meet

"No, the devil is going on a low-key trip this time." Didison waved his hand and declined.

However, the volume of the conversation between the two is not low, and people around can hear it clearly.Before, the arrogant Zhao Qi was dumbfounded, staring dumbfounded at Didison and the carriage behind him, his legs were trembling uncontrollably, he raised his trembling fingers and pointed, without saying a word for a long time.

"This, that..." Zhao Qi stammered.

Nearby, the crowd of passers-by retreated one after another.Although he had never met the devil, no one dared to intervene casually in this kind of matter. After all, the matters involved were beyond the reach of ordinary civilians.Besides, they are happy to hear that Zhao Qi is looking for death. Over the years, Zhao Qi has harmed eight hundred people if not one thousand. This number will only increase.Therefore, seeing Zhao Qi's bad luck now, two-thirds of the people wanted to applaud.

"Doctor Didison, what should we do with this man?" The patrol captain asked, pointing to Zhao Qi who was lying limp on the ground beside him.This man froze instantly after hearing clearly the identity of Lang Mo. Three days ago, he made a fuss about going to Morocco with the patriarch of the Zhao clan, but he was scolded.

He never expected that he would sneak out of the house with great difficulty, and instead of having fun, he would toss himself.At this moment, he only wanted to escape quickly, and he would never dare to show off his power and make trouble again in the future!

"I, I am Zhao Qi from the Zhao clan... You guys, you can't do anything to me." Zhao Qi said crazily.Seeing Didison sneer, he anxiously said, yes, he is from the Zhao clan.So what if he is the devil in Morocco?Could it be that they still wanted his life?Yubei, there is not only one Morocco. The Zhao family has been rooted in Yubei for thousands of years, and its background is far beyond that of Morocco, a chaotic area that has only risen for less than ten years.

"Zhao clan, oops! Am I really scared?" Didison smiled slightly, raising his hand to stroke his blown short hair.To be honest, if Zhao Qi didn't speak, he might be fine. However, after hearing what Zhao Qi said, Didison's lazy eyes were stained with murderous intent.

"Kill it!" Lang Mo said.The cold voice was not heavy, but it successfully reached everyone's ears.

Didison was slightly stunned, but the head guard faithfully carried out Lang Mo's words, and his movements were extremely fast. When everyone came back to their senses, Zhao Qi, who was shouting on the ground, had been chopped into two pieces, and half of his body was gradually stained red with blood. street.A strong bloody smell choked his nostrils, and the passers-by who seemed to have regained their senses just now looked panic-stricken and fled one after another.

"Doctor Didison..." The patrol captain panicked, staring at Zhao Qi who had been cut in two on the ground. At this moment, he felt his whole body was icy cold.Zhao Qi himself is not surprising, but behind him is the support of the patriarch of the Zhao clan. If this person dies in front of him, no matter who the person who did it is, the Zhao clan will not make it easy for him.

"It's okay, we will solve the trouble with the Zhao clan, so you don't have to worry about it," Didison said.Yaya took out a clean silk handkerchief from her bosom and wiped her slender and white fingers little by little, completely ignoring the patrol captain's worries.

Langtu and Jiang Yao were almost killed by Zhao Duo's plan, and Morocco hadn't troubled the Zhao clan yet.This Zhao Qi bumped into them unexpectedly, which really gave them a perfect excuse.After all, the insiders of Zhao Duo's incident are all dead, and the Zhao family has not come forward to investigate the incident for so long, probably because they still don't know what happened to Zhao Duo?
Looking at Didison's elegant smile, everyone around the patrol team felt cold all of a sudden, and a horrific chill rushed from the soles of their feet to their limbs.

"Devil Lord, do you want to make an advance move on the Zhao clan?" Didison asked respectfully.

Mo said indifferently: "Let Jialiluo deal with it and wipe out all the influence of the Zhao clan in Yubei. It's too eye-catching! Those people have been quiet for a few years, it's time for them to smell the smell of blood." In short and indifferent words, It's like saying that the weather is good today, but hearing it in the ears of other people around is frightening.

"Yes, I will let someone pass the news back to Morocco." Didison said decisively.Raising his hand, he summoned a guard and whispered a few words in his ear, and the man quickly got on his horse and rushed to Morocco.Due to the restraint of Lang Mo, those people in Morocco have been at peace for six years. When they are upset, they can only go to the Moon-Watching Forest to vent their emotions.

Everyone in the patrol team felt the moment when Lang Mo's words fell, and the evil spirit burst out by these guards was three times stronger. It is conceivable what these people are thinking in the bottom of their hearts.The Zhao clan is not weak in the clan, but its reputation in Yubei is extremely bad. After all, if he wants to rise among the many forces, without using some illegal means, how could he climb to this position today.

At this moment, in a certain restaurant across the street, two people were sitting by the window on the second floor.

"Yubei, it seems to be more interesting than expected." Facing the window, a man with silver-white waist-length hair smiled and said.

His face was handsome and his eyes were full of vicissitudes and melancholy.

Look carefully, this person is six points similar to Lang Mo, especially the outline of the face, but this person is older than Lang Mo.The temperament is different from that of Lang Mo, who is aloof and cold, and his temperament is warm and moist like jade.

"Wu Ming, do you really think you can get back your lost memories here?" Zhou Cun shrugged, obviously he didn't have much hope for this.For nearly a hundred years, he traveled here and there to explore so many places, but he never found any news related to Wuming.

Nameless, that is, the Purple Duke of the Empire.

Because, I can't remember my previous name.He named himself Anonymous, just to remind himself to always keep this in mind.The Purple Duke and others were just forced by Victoria, regardless of his wishes.

"When I came to Yubei, I vaguely remembered some vague memories. Maybe it won't be long before I can really recover the lost memories." Duke Zi said gently, looking at the carriage in which Langmo was riding. Something he cared about, raised his hand, and caressed his chest.There, there seemed to be some abnormality in the beating, which he had never felt before.

"Zhou Cun, do you know who that person is in the carriage?" After a pause, Duke Zi asked.

Zhou Cundao: "The Lord of Morocco, he calls himself a devil. No one knows the origin of his real name. He suddenly rose from Morocco six and a half years ago, and in just six and a half years, Morocco has been built into an existence that can compete with Sihai Trading Company and Xianyujia. In Yubei, He is one of the Big Three, and it is reported that this person is suffering from a disease, his face is pale all the year round and he coughs up blood, of course no one knows the truth of the matter."

Having said that, Zhou Cun does not believe that a person who has been suffering from illnesses all year round can control the chaotic land of Morocco.Even if you are not from Yubei, you know a little about the three words Morocco.

It is precisely because of understanding that I doubt these rumors.

"He feels very special to me. If I have time, I really want to meet and chat with him." Duke Zi said calmly.In his words, he made no secret of his curiosity and optimism towards Langmo.

(End of this chapter)