dandy city lord

Chapter 301 Eastern Twin Cities!
Winter is coming!

This year's first snowfall was heavier than in previous years, and after one night it was as white as knees.

The mottled city walls of the twin cities in the west of the Eastern Territory are already covered with white frost, and there is a vast expanse of snow everywhere, and the surrounding fields have become white.

Refugees fleeing famine have already filled the entire city, and the population that the city can accommodate has expanded, and it has reached a critical point, and the chaos is more lively than anything else.

There are still people squeezing into this black iron city.

The city defense also sent a sufficient number of soldiers to guard the four gates to prevent the people from making trouble.

In order to survive, more people fleeing famine built slums next to the walls of the Twin Cities.Facing the predicament in front of them, the fleeing people have only one idea of ​​how to live.

Every day during the day, I go to the city to beg for some food, a few pennies, and only come back here later to live and spend the day.

There was a stench in the slums, and there were some dilapidated small tents pitched here and there, leaving only a path in the middle that the two had to pass sideways. The white snow on the ground had been trampled into dirty ice slag, mixed with the black soil .

A few tattered little kids were chasing each other and playing snowballs in the gap between the tents. This might be the most lively place in this slum.

Because most of the people are curled up in tattered tents that can keep out the wind and cold, looking at the empty rice bags, trying to find a way to get some food there to fill their stomachs.

near evening
A man with unkempt hair and face reeking of alcohol walked through the narrow aisle with a broken wine jug in his hand, staggering.

Anyone who knew him knew that this alcoholic was going to buy alcohol again.

On the side close to the city gate, every evening, people from the city would push carts to sell several barrels of water and wine, and sell some pancakes made of coarse grains.

This family is also smart, and specially chose the evening to come for business. At this time, these refugees came back when they had been begging for a day and had just had some harvest.

The money collected after a hard day was used to buy half a sesame seed cake for the family, and it fell into the pocket of the peddler.

His family's business is booming.

It's just that the water wine sold has more water than wine, and it tastes bitter and sour in the mouth, but the taste of the wine is very light.

But for these people in the slums, it is also a luxury to be able to drink such a bowl of water and wine that costs a lot of money.

No one knew where this alcoholic was from. The people in the slums only knew that he went to drink a jug of water and wine on time every day, and then returned to his shack to sleep all day.

Sometimes I go out to find something to eat.

This alcoholic is Yang Hu.

……

Murong Yu led the attack suddenly, which should have been later in Yang Hu's view. As a result, the cheating city system had a huge error in the evaluation of loyalty data, and suddenly sent Yang Hu this big gift.

Afterwards, the city system explained that it was caused by not upgrading for too long.

This made Yang Hu laugh, he was still too dependent on this guy.

Since others are ruthless, let's go!

He Yang Hu doesn't rely on these things to eat and drink.

After leaving Lincheng, he pretended to be drunk and headed east all the way to leave the Southwest District. Since he had nothing to worry about here, he simply went to other places to have a look.

It's just that Yang Hu really underestimated Murong Yu's determination.

In a very short period of time, that little girl joined forces with Huyanyuan Mountain of Batian City and sent Qingjiawei to follow and kill her all the way, until she was overtaken by the Qingjiawei of Batiancheng by the Dragon Blood River. Killed two Qingjiawei with a combat power of 650, fell into the river pretending to be seriously injured by a knife, and fled far away pretending to be dead.

Afterwards, along the river flowing eastward all the way, when winter came, the eastern region that entered came to the slums of the Twin Cities to take shelter.

The two extra knife marks on the face covered the majesty of Yang Hu's face, but it was a little more ferocious. The change in appearance also reduced the trouble of letting him hide his original face.

Natural make-up is still useful.

The evening sky had become dim, and the last few rays of light fell on the white snow, revealing a few dazzling halos.

Yang Hu raised his eyes and looked into the distance, seeing the first snow after he fell here and sighed sadly: "This is really a tragedy!"

The hawker's stall was full of children, each of them looked greedy at the steaming, fragrant pancakes in the hawker's cart.

A few skinny men next to him stared at the wine barrel next to the peddler, gulping down their saliva, with green lights in their eyes.

Yang Hu squeezed forward, pushed away a few idlers, threw a few pennies to the peddler, scooped up a bowl of water and wine from the bucket, poured it down his throat, let out a long breath, and burped.

Let the idlers next to me look envious and envious.

There was a sudden sound of horseshoes from the city gate not far away. As the sound of horseshoes approached, a group of fierce and exposed bear guards rushed out of the city on horseback, frightening the refugees who were crowded outside the gate to hide.

When Zhan Xiongwei, the leader of the team, rode his horse and rushed past Yang Hu, he let out a light hey, and he had already rushed more than ten meters away in a flash, and with a low rebuke, he led the team of dozens of people away.

Yang Hu was drinking there and didn't care.

After eating and drinking two bowls, he filled a pot, grabbed two pancakes and gnawed on them, walking towards his little den.

……

There is a lot of snow this year.

There was a pause at noon, and not long after the evening, the sky was covered by dark clouds again, accompanied by light rain, and began to be covered with snowflakes again.

Near midnight.

A couple of horse-drawn carriages full of arrows quietly entered the city gate under the guard of more than a dozen battle bear guards who were covered in injuries and looked tired.

Drive to the city lord's mansion.

In the mansion of the city lord of the Twin Cities, there were many soldiers standing there with swords and guns, and the swords and guns exuding cold light seemed more and more austere in this silent night.

The carriage that belonged to the city lord drove into the city and was parked in the courtyard. Thick blood slowly dripped down the shaft of the carriage onto the bluestone slab, emitting a dark red with a strong stench.

Wearing a long white dress and covering her cheeks with a veil, Ouyang Mingyue, the wife of the city lord, had stood in front of the carriage for a long time, as if suddenly waking up from a trance, she waved her bright wrist to the soldiers next to her and said in a cold voice :"Open."

The two Zhanxiong guards who lowered their heads to protect the car were shocked, and hurried forward to open the car door.

In the shadows at the corner of the carriage, curled up were a few stiff corpses that were stabbed with arrows and couldn't die any more.

One man and four women.

Even though this result had been expected, Ouyang Mingyue, who was the wife of the city lord, still trembled violently when she saw the scene in front of her.

The old man in black clothes standing behind her had already seen the situation in the carriage clearly, and his silver eyebrows were also slightly frowned.

Pain flashed in Ouyang Mingyue's eyes, she turned around and walked towards the depths of the mansion, leaving behind a few bloody cold female voices: "Take the body of the city lord to the back hall. If anyone leaks this news, let him tell the city lord Be faithful."

A few burly bear guards stepped out of the dark shadows, lifted the corpse on the ground, and walked quickly towards the back hall.

The back hall was brightly lit by beating candles, and Ouyang Mingyue stood in front of her husband, looking at the face that made her hate her so much.

"Who would kill you at this time. How stupid."

Dimly illuminated by the candlelight, the dead city lord was lying on the icy ground, his profile was somewhat similar to Yang Hu...

(End of this chapter)