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As the military said, his face is full of scars, big and small, ugly, not a bit. The young people who reported the situation next to him were shocked. They didn't expect that the other side was hurt so badly.

"Although it was a surprise attack, five people died in this way. It's hard to see how many of them are taken out." He screwed up his eyebrows and did not let out the sigh in his throat. His face was full of seriousness. Only a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead revealed his true thoughts.

The young man was stunned. He felt that the tone of the other party was different from that of the usual. But for a moment, he didn't know what was wrong. He replied angrily: "brother Ling, who can think that the young man could be aware of what was wrong this time? As an old man, Ling Bu's eyes are very gentle. There is no impurity in his amber eyes, so the people who look at them feel sad Comfortable, can't help but say two more words with him.

Now the bridge of his nose has collapsed by the stab, and the corner of his eye has become a big hole. His eyes are big and small, and his face is funny and strange.

And that pair of amber eyes, installed is no longer an approachable mild feelings, but calm.

It is different from Chang Yunming's cold and indifferent eyes, and also different from sanghu's arrogance and noble spirit. There is only complete calm in her eyes, and the person who looks at her can't help but bow his head and feel that what she has done is just a three-year-old child, wantonly running wild in front of the adults.

Looking at him like this, a sense of shame rose in the young man's heart. He immediately bowed his head honestly, and his tone was respectful: "I know. I'm going to gather my hands and prepare for --"

"ha, are you really scared by the paper tiger?" Before he had finished his words, the army sneered again, and then said, "what's the use of a cold face when you're a dead talent? You're just a grey robe. You don't have strength or temper. You're born to be a cheap material!"

Ling Bu was popular in ordinary days. As soon as he said this, the young man's face immediately became angry, and his eyes looked at the army.

"You are a grey robe like brother Ling, and you have nothing to do. What qualifications do you have to shout here?" His tone with anger, discontent with the military burst out.

"I can't do anything but sneer every day. I see you are so mean that you will be cut off one day, so that you can't speak any more!"

"Well said." The soldier was not angry. Instead, he looked at each other with a smile and patted his hands. "I don't know that you are a boy in brown robe, who didn't even touch the threshold of the high-level Emperor Wu, and dare to shout with me here -"

his slender eyes picked up, and he pretended to be naive and asked: "what? You are tired of living. Do you want to die here? "

The young man in brown robe was so frightened that his whole body's arrogance suddenly disappeared a lot.