Zheng Xianglong wanted to cry.
The kind that cries loudly.
This time I came to Fengyu Province, it was obvious that I had read the almanac and asked the divination in the temple.
The hexagram shows: good luck and good fortune.
As a result, he now has to accompany this lunatic to die in the Sea Clan camp - this is not a negotiation for peace, he is clearly going to die.
Just because Lin Beichen, a lunatic, said that peace negotiations are risky and you need to be careful when leaving the city, he was willing to take risks for the tens of millions of people in the city. As a result, many people were moved to tears. But the problem is, are you willing to take risks? What are you doing with me? Have you asked me for my opinion
And, what’s even more disgusting is, this bastard, he rides a white horse, but makes me walk on two feet
I am a powerful person with the rank of director of the capital city, so I have no cards
"I rode a white horse through three passes. I changed into plain clothes and returned to the Central Plains. I left Xiliang alone and no one cared about me. All I wanted was Wang Baochuan..."
Lin Beichen held the long whip in his hand, shaking his head and humming.
Who is Wang Baochuan
What is Xiliang
Where is the Central Plains
Zheng Xianglong listened with his ears pricked up, and there were many little question marks in his head.
"A true celebrity."
On the city wall, Feixue looked at Lin Beichen's back for a moment and couldn't help but admire him.
Everyone agreed.
Single-handedly, he can carry the comfort of Zhaohui Dacheng.
Afraid that the peace talks would be in danger, he only took Zheng Xianglong with him to prevent others from taking risks.
What do we usually call such people
This wave is like 'iron shoulders carry moral justice, and silver swords forge the soul of the country'.
Is this the true sentiment of Lin Beichen, who was misrepresented as a brain-dead prodigal
Tears.
A group of top bosses stood behind the parapet, looking past the crenel and looking at Mr. Lin's mountain-like back, and they were all immersed in emotion.
Broken snowflakes are flying.
The weather is so cold that when you open your mouth and exhale, it turns into white mist.
The Sea Clan camp in the distance looks like a ferocious ancient beast, hovering dozens of miles away like a dragon and a tiger. Dark black lead clouds cover a large area of the sky, casting large swaths of light on the ground. The dark shadow seemed like a dark abyss.
Since its appearance, this camp has brought disaster and depression to the entire Zhaohui City.
That is the source of fear in the hearts of all humans.
No one has ever dared to go there alone.
Even the most elite scouts in the city only dared to look at the camp from a distance and did not dare to approach it at all.
That darkness swallowed up many powerful human beings.
Except Lin Beichen.
This genius from Yunmeng City has been there more than once.
Today, he went again.
So touching.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Lin Beichen, who was riding a white horse, led Zheng Xianglong, who was shrinking, into the darkness in the distance.
In the cold winter, everyone is waiting.
The news spread in the city.
More and more soldiers climbed to the top of the city and looked at the Hai Clan camp in the distance.
A formation master started a live broadcast on the top of the city.
In the great city of Zhaohui, large black crystal screens were turned on.
The picture is always fixed on the distant view of the Hai Clan camp.
Countless city residents watched quietly in front of the big screen, clasping their hands and praying in their hearts.
Some people also came to the foot of the temple mountain to pray to the great Lord of Swords, hoping that this god who had protected the empire for hundreds of years would appear again and protect the greatest warriors in the Wind Whisper Province.
In the Yunmeng camp, countless people prayed devoutly.
"Young Master Lin will definitely return safely..."
The higher-ups of the camp stared at the large Xuanjing screen that had been temporarily set up.
"Young master will win."
Qianqian waved her little fist and held Qianqian's palm tightly with her other hand.
The palms of both girls were sweating.
Tang Tian held the notebook in his hand, and he didn't know what he was thinking of. He wrote quickly and quickly, and quickly wrote several articles about the past...
Boss Yang and others, their faces turned pale from nervousness, were together with many poor brothers. They knelt on the ground with the most pious attitude in their lives, kowtowing and praying constantly. Looking around, they saw the darkness outside the Yunmeng camp. People were kneeling on the ground, like a sea of human heads, stretching as far as the eye could see.
All refugees, all those who have lost their homes, experienced hunger and despair, are praying.
Pray and bless the person who brings them hope and light to come back alive.
Otherwise, they will fall back into endless darkness and suffering.
Temple Mountain.
Archbishop Mochizuki pushed open the temple door and carried breakfast to the depths of the hall.
"Your Majesty? Your Majesty? Huh? Where is Your Majesty?"
The hall was empty.
At this time on weekdays, His Majesty must be in the palace, lying lazily on the bed, looking very tired. He must have practiced too hard and needs to rest for at least half a day before he can regain his energy, but today he is not here. Already
what happened
Archbishop Wangyue sensed carefully that there was no aura of Mianxia in the entire temple mountain.
Moreover, she was also surprised to find that the [Sword Armor] hanging deep in the temple was also missing.
Where did the crown go
Archbishop Mochizuki vaguely thought of something.
…
at the same time.
Ling Mansion.
"Ouch, oh, oh, aunt, please be gentle, you are about to pluck out all my grandfather's beard..."
Ling Taixu was angry and helpless.
"Go and help Brother Chen..."
Ling Chen urged.
Ling Taixu said helplessly: "How can I help? I am just an old man with kidney deficiency who is addicted to women. I can still fight in the sea camp. That brat wants to be a hero and win the championship." If anger is a beauty, let him die..."
"I don't care, you bad old man, my brother Chen took the risk because of you. Go quickly..."
Early in the morning he stamped his feet.
"You are asking grandpa to die. It is inhumane. For the sake of your little lover, you are embarrassing a poor old man like me..." Ling Taixu said helplessly.
Chen Chen said: "You are such a bad old man, you are not going to die. I know... you go quickly."
Ling Taixu had no choice but to put on his pajamas and escape from the house, saying: "Okay, okay..."
After thinking for a while in the early hours of the morning, I stood on tiptoes and tried to escape from the room.
"Where to go? Stop."
Qin Lanshu appears.
I suddenly had a sad face in the early morning.
"You have just recovered and you still want to use that power? You don't want to live anymore?"
Qin Lanshu said seriously: "Go back."
"Mother..."
A look of pleading appeared on Chen Chen's pretty face.
Qin Lanshu said calmly, "Okay, don't worry...he won't die."
I was startled in the early hours of the morning, and then I seemed to have realized something, and said in disbelief: "Mom, you..."
Qin Lanshu snorted and said, "The Ling family owes him."
…
Countless people were kneeling on the ground in various major districts of Zhaohui City.
Zhaohui City has never been so united as it is now.
Even those who usually hate Lin Beichen deeply hope that he can come back alive at this time.
After all, if he died, the entire Zhaohui City would be doomed.
There are no eggs left under the overturned nest.
time flies.
Sunrise and sunset.
The sunset dyed the sky red.
Everyone's hearts were burning with anxiety.
"Look, someone is coming out."
Xiao Ye suddenly said loudly.
Everyone looked in the direction of the Hai Clan camp.
Between heaven and earth, under the setting sun, I saw a white horse and a young man coming slowly.
Behind the boy with the white horse, followed a shivering and wretched man.
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