At the back of the line, a large group of ragged gangsters were surrounded by officers and soldiers. Their hands were broken and tied up in an almost twisted way. You can tell from the pain on their faces that this is a kind of bone-breaking torture...
The bone-breaking torture was an order from Zheng Yu, and all the captured criminals had their joints broken.
In fact, if any city lord heard about the actions of the villages and towns they had looted, he would wish to kill them on the spot.
Zheng Yu also forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and used this bone-breaking torture to escort them all back to Aoshan City.
"Brother Zhu, aren't you going well?" Zheng Yu asked with a wry smile when he saw Zhu Minglang.
"A junior sister died." Zhu Minglang said.
"Who is it?"
"I only know her surname is Yang. When I saw me for the first time, she said that I don't look weird..." These are the only memories Zhu Minglang has of this junior sister Yang.
But for some reason, this made me sad.
A good girl, even her name is not known, so she died forever.
It’s no wonder that Jin Minjun and the other junior sisters left without fighting spirit. There were obviously more high-spirited and full of ambition among them. There were also laughter and laughter along the way, but in the end they could only hold the cold corpse and immerse themselves in missing her. , In the pain, what tortured them the most was the self-blame!
"Well, I went to their stronghold and rescued a few women. I asked them where they lived, and I told them that I was an official, but they begged me to give them a relief... That is Huangquan Road, it is the gate of hell, they would rather Go, and don't want to stay in this world for a while." Zheng Yu looked gloomy, and slowly narrated the matter to Zhu Minglang.
It was just an understatement of a few words, expressing the shock and anger in Zheng Yu's heart at that time.
Zhu Minglang took a look at the gangsters who had broken bones and were suffering from the torture of broken bones. At this moment, he also understood why Zheng Yu would do this even after he captured them alive.
It would be the same for anyone with a bit of humanity!
In such a comparison, at least Junior Sister Yang died in her sleep, without feeling pain and fear, without being tortured, and without life being worse than death.
"Congratulations on my brother's day."
"Brother Zheng also mourns."
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Even the city lord used all the words of thanks, and tried every means to retain Zhu Minglang and Zheng Yu, but neither Zhu Minglang nor Zheng Yu intended to stay here for too long.
Things are all dealt with, but the mood is a bit heavy. The two of them know that if they want to be stable in this world, the road will be heavy and the heart will be tired, so they still have to continue on the road.
Riding on the steed given by City Lord Lian, the two walked along the official road to the next upstream city.
Qingliuhe City was their next destination. They passed by the post station. Considering that Zheng Yu was weak and Zhu Minglang was not good at long-distance raids, they chose an inn to stay first.
"Brother Zhu, what is the air bead in your hand?" Zheng Yu asked curiously.
"This is a demon soul orb. I took it from the night-flowering rat wolf demon. I was planning to feed it to my little Qingzhuo. It just so happens that the properties of the night-flowering vine are very suitable for its natural method." Zhu Minglang explained .
A demon-level soul orb, the market price is high enough to buy a relatively wealthy town, this bead can be regarded as a major gain from killing demons this time.
"I heard that raising a dragon pays more attention to money. Brother Zhu is outstanding in strength. Why didn't you occupy a few cities and collect taxes? I have seen some dragon masters do the same. They keep one side safe, and at the same time collect expensive taxes..." Zheng Yu asked. road.
"I don't have any thoughts on this for now, but I'm really poor in the future, maybe I'll occupy some cities, and then I'll trouble Brother Zheng to manage them for me." Zhu Minglang laughed.
"Speaking of Zhancheng, the Queen's Iron Army has already marched to the south. It is said that ten cities have been destroyed in a row, and the territory of the Zulong City-State has been expanded a lot..." Zheng Yu said.
Zhu Minglang scratched his head in embarrassment.
Or I should be a bastard in the future, and serve as a guard for the city that Li Yunzi laid down, killing demons, eliminating demons...
Help the lady guard the country she laid down.
Zhu Minglang fed it to Xiao Qingzhuo after refining and refining the residual hostility and evil energy in the magic bead.
Xiao Qingzhuo was injured when he was young, and with such a magic bead as nourishment, he should have a great improvement, and after the worst digestion, he should be able to advance to the growth stage.
A thousand years of cultivation!
If the vine weasel of the night is a vegetarian, such as spirit fruit, fairy leaf, and magic root, Xiao Qingzhuo might be able to inherit hundreds of years of cultivation and benefit, but it is a pity that the transformation of this magic bead has not been high. There is only a limited fit with Xiao Qingzhuo.
Originally, Zhu Minglang planned to buy a magic bead to enhance the cultivation of Big Black Fang, but this ready-made magic bead did not match Hei Fang's attributes, and if Hei Fang ate it, the synergy would be far inferior to that of Little Qingzhuo.
Hei Fang's magic beads still have to go to the auction house to find them, the ancient dragon's blood magic beads are more important to Hei Fang.
After eating the magic bead, little Qingzhuo would go to the spiritual realm and fall asleep. Zhu Minglang could clearly see that the birch bark-like skin on Xiao Qingzhuo's body was constantly glowing with a unique luster. Transformation again and again...
Its plumage is also changing, from thin green soft hairs at the beginning to gradually tough, becoming dense needles like blue pine leaves.
It can be seen that these pine leaf feathers, when they are all rigid and straight, are like iron front fans with a very chilling aura, spreading their wings and passing by, maybe even rocks will be cut off!
Zhu Minglang noticed from the very beginning that the appearance of little Qingzhuo in childhood was completely different from that of his elder brother, and when he evolved towards the growth stage, little Qingzhuo developed in a unique direction.
Its skin is like jade like wood, its feathers are like iron like leaves, and its tail is more gorgeous than some sparrow spirits. From time to time, there will be a kind of green holy feather glow all over its body, and the light is more like a layer of unique blessing...
As for its vertical pupils, it can drive all the green forests, and it has shown extraordinary ability to control the sacred forest at such a young age. Watching Xiao Qingzhuo's constant changes under the nourishment of the magic beads, Zhu Minglang couldn't help feeling relieved.
From falling to the cliff at the beginning, covered with bruises, helpless like a dying puppy, now exuding blue feathers, and about to show the real image of Shenmu Qingshenglong, finally lived up to the struggle and indomitableness at that time!
"Little Qingzhuo in the growth stage should be stronger than Big Black Fang who is not wearing the silver-blue heavy armor." Zhu Minglang began to look forward to it.
"Oh~~~~~"
Probably because the voice of the heart was understood by the big black teeth, the Heicang Tyrannosaurus let out a mournful cry.
"Don't worry, don't worry, don't we have a lot of money on hand, it's all for buying magic beads for you, when the time comes to swallow a two-thousand-year-old dragon magic orb for you, maybe you will directly rise to the dragon general level. "Zhu Minglang comforted Big Hei Ya's unbalanced heart.
If Big Black Fang reaches the Dragon General level and puts on heavy armor, he will probably be able to compete with the current Bai Qi.
Thinking that his three baby dragons will soon be able to take care of themselves, Zhu Minglang gradually smiles as kindly as his old father.
"Brother Zhu, don't tell me you miss the lady, why are you smiling like this?" Zheng Yu asked after taking a sip of tea, looking at Zhu Minglang.
"Ahem, rest, let's hurry." Zhu Minglang concealed.
When he arrived at the stable and climbed onto the steed, Zhu Minglang suddenly thought of the rapid growth of the little Qingzhuo in the spiritual realm...
Xiaoqingzhuo has the bloodline of the forest dragon, so when he reaches the growth stage, his body should be closer to his mother's. In this way, he will have the Qingshenglong to travel by himself in the future!
The Flying Bird Pseudo-Dragon's flying speed is too slow, and because of being domesticated, it is often not very obedient. Zhu Minglang is very uncomfortable to ride, so this time I chose to ride a horse when I went to Qingliuhe City.
The speed of the horse is limited, and you still need to take the official road. There are also many troubles. When you think that you will be able to soar in the sky on the Qingshenglong in a short time, the corners of your mouth can't help but rise!
This is what a dragon shepherd should look like!
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In Honglian City, the fiery red lotus is like lanterns in festivals, swaying charmingly in the river under the city gate.
The red lotus is like a blazing flame all year round, and it is so beautiful that it is one of the greatest scenery in the city of red lotus. Many tourists from the upper reaches of the city will come here...
In previous years, the city was full of red lotus viewers in and out of the river, but now because of the ogre, the bustling city of red lotus seems a bit deserted, only the blossoming winter fire lotus is still in full bloom, beautiful and moving.
On the long wooden bridge, a man with dark cheeks walked slowly into the city. He saw the red lotus in the river pond, he couldn't help but stopped, and watched it quietly for a while.
After a long time, he continued to walk into the city, looking at the still bustling streets, Zhan'an stopped again, and glanced at the travelers in different outfits passing by him.
Soon, his eyes fell on the shops on both sides, the gold and silver shops, the tall tea house, the very magnificent pavilion, and the magnificent city tower behind him...
After hesitating for a while, Zhan'an still walked forward, but his pace was much slower than at the beginning.
"Guest officer, sit inside?"
"The best jade hairpin, the best jade hairpin, let's take a look!"
"Candied haws, candied haws...the ones that are not for sale are reserved for my daughter."
"If you just make a counter-offer for one sesame seed cake, two copper coins are two copper coins!"
Zhan'an continued to walk forward, the bustling and noisy surroundings were no different from the usual cities, but in Zhan'an's view, there were some unspeakable weirdness after all.
What exactly went wrong
He couldn't tell.
When he entered the city, he smelled a very strong smell of ink. Obviously, there was no ink selling calligraphy and painting nearby, but the smell of ink seemed to emanate from everywhere...
Suddenly, there were some weird fluctuations in the floor tiles in front of them. They were laid neatly along the gray tiles and gray buildings along the entire main street entering the city, but it was like a ripple in a lake, circle after circle. The stone tiles on the floor are absolutely open!
When these ripples spread to the two rows of blue-tiled and gray buildings, even the buildings and shops swayed together, as if what you saw in front of you was the reflection in the water, it was extremely incredible!
Beside him, pedestrians and shopkeepers suddenly stopped.
The hustle and bustle stopped completely at this moment.
The only traveler, dressed as a scholar in white, hurried past Zhan An.
But as he walked, he sank into the ripples under his feet.
As he walked, he turned into ink!
Zhan An looked behind him.
The road behind, the street behind, the pedestrians behind, the tower behind...
I don't know when it turned into a huge ink painting, the outline is clear and vivid!
And I am a living person, and I don’t know why I am in this ink-painted world-a lifelike painting city!
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(The Messy Sky: There are two live events, right before and after World Book Day.
One was at 8 pm on the 22nd. In the "QQ Browser & QQ Kandian Novel Channel Live Room", I decided to break the news. Not surprisingly, many authors in the circle will suffer. You look older than your elbows, wait for me! )
There is another one at 9:30 p.m. on the 24th, which will be broadcast live on Kuaishou, and follow the account "Reading Writer". 9:30 p.m. on the 24th! There are a lot of small gifts for everyone, and then I can tell you about how I wandered between the two industries of professional e-sports players and writers, and finally embarked on the bitter journey of writing this point of no return~~~)
(By the way, why do people still ask me whether Yu’s Sky is alive or not? I am Yu’s Sky. Old readers are welcome to confront them face to face.)