Origin Player

"Master Qingtian, you can have the master for the wife!"

"My husband went to Anbei Palace and couldn't come back. How can I live!"

"Master Qingtian, the wife of the wife found the palace, found the assassin, and found the supervisory department. No one cares about it."

"My husband has the first achievement, the embroidered adults, you can do it, don't let him die unknown!"

The heartbreaking cry echoed.

A large number of people gathered in the streets of the litigation hall, and they cried as they watched the young women crying.

The embroidered messengers were at a loss. Last night, He Qianhu died in Anbei Palace. This incident has spread. What is well known in it, but the An Bei Army knows that the water is very deep.

Jiang He and Zhu Junshou came from the backyard, and the vines on the big lawsuit were pulled out.

"Grandpa Qingtian." The young woman saw the coming, hissing exhaustedly: "Kill the killing, the wife of the wife has no corpse. Live in the world again! "

The young woman unveiled the white cloth next to her, which was the headless body of He Qianhu.

In the crowd, there was a sound of sucking air -conditioning, and its death was extremely embarrassed.

Jiang He's face was unprecedented, and he had never been fighting even with the gray knight.

People kill him, there is no doubt.

Young women can bring their bodies and sound the drums. It is destined to help the flames. This is also beyond doubt.

He Qianhu has military merits. If a handicapped process is not proper, he will be self -contained in the Anbei Army. Unlike the way of the orphan he chose, this time will offend all Anbei soldiers. Essence

Whether King An Bei is willing to pay huge prestige is dedicated to calm down this fact. After all, prestige in the army is the main support of his people to suppress the four major soldiers.

"Bo, seven inches in the middle of this hand." Zhu Jun said anxiously, isolation from the support from his boss, which caused dissatisfaction with his lower level. This time, drumming was very simple, but he also pointed directly at the key.

"I know." Jiang He answered seriously.

Next time, the corpse must be destroyed.

Among the crowd, a young man stretched his sleeves to cover his face and coughed twice.

Then he sighed: "The father is bad."

The shadow of the Yan family on the side replied indifferently: "So what, since King An Bei appoints a seventeenth -year -old hairy boy, there must be a determination to fold it. How to deal with Ping Dabo, the master is prepared. "

The young son shook his head. With the influence of the Yan family and his father's means, it is not difficult to make this woman immediately hit in the litigation hall, completely stirring things into a mess, or in other words, with all the preparations that this drumming was unpopular. Essence

The more the crowds gathered, and the sporadic people ran around the streets and shouted on the streets to pass the news.

City North Divine House.

The commander had not yet been promoted, and some people in the crowd had already said the murderer. At that time, the generals of the Xiaoyong Hall had more than a hundred, one passed ten, and ten passed a hundred. This news was not secret.

The young woman seemed to hear the discussion, crying crazy:

"So you are the murderer!"

"Return my husband, come!"

"He has the work of first, you foreigner rolls out of Yizhou!"

The last sentence detonated the crowd.

"Get out, why should the kid sitting in the church!"

"The harmonious minister, Wang Ye was blinded!"

"Mo Mo is not bullying me Yingzhou no one!"

Zhu Jun defended his hands and his hair, and there was no solution at all.

Jiang He calmly said: "People are really killed."

As soon as this remark came out, the young woman was wrong, and then scolded.

The onlookers were quiet and concentrated.

"Yesterday, the well -known General Chen asked for a combat. He sent a thousand households, and I agreed."

"At the banquet at night, there were not only the soldiers of Chen, but the other three soldiers were also there. The Qianhu of Anbei Prefecture was basically present. The banquet continued to three more days. People around the palace should be able to notice."

"Not only that, the owner of the local Yan family also walked into the door of the palace, almost sitting on a table with me."

"In fact, before the banquet began, everyone went out of the city to welcome the nobles to return to his hometown. There were the priests of the famous sects. "" "

"and……"

"shut up!!!"

The shadow of the Yan family shouted in shock.

Don't talk about it, everyone was pulled into the water. The uncle did not know that he would not know, but as the organizer of the plan, he must be pushed out of the country's owner to calm down the anger. The big man will become the accomplice of the death of He Qianhu. The key is that this uncle really has no words, and even shamelessly gives people an illusion, but the illusion of small strokes.

The words fell, and the crowds were silent.

"It's amazing."

The young man turned and left. The controversial point at the scene had become a conflict within the upper echelons of Daming Mansion. The onlookers no longer felt like they were in his shoes. Their anger suddenly cooled down. Some even felt that He Qianhu was originally one of the "adults" and that he deserved to die.

"Pay my husband's life."

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

Suddenly, a figure approached the young woman.

Jiang He's pupils trembled. He did not hesitate to activate the sword-scale snail dragon armor and the hunting engine, and ejected the most easily activated small withered sword finger at the fastest speed.

In a flash, the dark red light pierced the figure.

In the crowd, an extremely ordinary short man drew his sword and handed it out. The sword light just shattered the small withered sword finger.

"What a fast finger-snapping skill."

The short man retreated into the crowd.

The figure came in front of the young woman and slapped her forehead with a palm.

The young woman died on the spot.

"Hmph, a mere slut dared to slander my uncle. Even if we kill him, what's the point? You can't beat the lawsuit drum?"

Under the eyes of the crowd, the military officer looked arrogant and casually wiped off the blood on his palm.

He turned around and looked at someone provocatively.

Jiang Wuyang was valued by the King of Anbei, Zhu Junshou was promoted to dispatch, and the deputy general Du Chang held the real power of 6,000 soldiers.

But what about him?

No one cared about him at all.

In this case, if he agreed to the Yan family's recruitment, wouldn't it be a promising future?

If he had recruited earlier, he wouldn't have been suppressed by a 17-year-old boy, a crude deputy general who couldn't read a word, and a county governor who only knew how to steal credit.

"Who doesn't want to climb up?" The military officer said secretly.

There was a silence that could be heard if a pin dropped.

An abnormal change occurred, and the person who beat the drum to complain died. The young man looked back in shock, and the shadow of the Yan family shuddered.

"Father."

"Master, you even hid it from me."

After a short silence, the crowd was furious.

Jiang He had a blank expression on his face. He looked back and saw that the seal of the commander on the table was gone.

Zhu Junshou lamented repeatedly.

"Why is it so, why is it so!"