Chapter 177 177: Chaos in Xiaocheng (Seventeen) [Seeking a monthly ticket]
Shen Tang: "..."
Her fist is hard and hard!
Can't help but curse: "Is it possible that this Yancheng has been reincarnated in the animal realm in previous lives, and is this the first time to be a human in this life?"
Any normal person with a little bit of shame, a bit of shame, and a little bit of three views would never be able to do such a "killing and heartbreaking" thing.
I don’t know what I have done in “Book Mountain”?
Even if he didn't know that the person in front of him was Tan Qu and not "Qi Shan", but the one who was murdered by him was Tan Qu's old cat—an old cat who spent his whole life with one person. "Special test" must also bring the old cat!
Thinking about it with your toes, you can tell that the old cat has long been a family member to Tan Qu. But Yancheng killed him, and gave the burnt ashes to "Pray for Good" who was about to embark on the road of exile... The malice in this was as obvious as the lice on the bald man's head!
Killing and punishing!
The idea is darker, maybe Qishan dragged the remnant body after being blamed, and then was stimulated by the ashes of the old cat, and he vomited blood and died violently, which is still unknown.
After washing his feet by the stream, Shen Tang got up and paced back and forth irritablely, furiously: "It's too cheap for him! It's so **** cheap for this little bastard! Yuan Liang, why did you ask me to kill him all of a sudden just now? You should hang him up and throw him into boiling water to scald his skin and see what kind of animal is under the human skin! The more you think about it, the more you get angry, and your blood pressure soars!"
Participants pray for good: "..."
In the past so many years, every time Qishan recalled these past events, he would be filled with hatred—wish for Yan Cheng to experience everything they experienced in "Book Mountain" before he died. Cramps, broken bones and ashes.
Oh, it's best to destroy everything he cares about in front of Yancheng, such as siblings, so that he can taste the taste of killing his heart.
only-
Reason suppressed impulse.
If Yan Cheng was tortured beyond recognition and then sent to Huangquan, he would be relieved. He was afraid that his best friend and Huai Xu under Huangquan would not recognize him as an enemy, and he was also afraid that his best friend would see his past years from the unrecognizable Yan Cheng. "It's like two different people".
It would be better to kill it directly, and it will be over once and for all.
After listening to Shen Xiaolangjun's art of swearing, his first reaction was not to agree, but his blood pressure soared, he didn't even have time to appreciate the inexplicable emptiness after the revenge, his temples kept popping, and he blurted out: "Young Li, use elegant words! "
Shen Tang: "...That's not the point, is it?"
Who is he with?
I fought for him, and this is what I got in exchange?
Qi Shan's face turned green again.
Shen Tang: "All right, I am elegant, I am elegant..."
"Also, put down your trouser legs and put on your shoes." Qi Shan had no more emotion for Yan Cheng. Hearing Shen Tang's insincere perfunctory, she looked at her rolled up trouser legs, revealing a pair of white legs and blue veins on her forehead. Jumping violently, "It's all because of that ignorance!"
Shen Tang looked puzzled.
What does this have to do with Wuhui?
Pray for goodness: "..."
Hehehe, the relationship is getting bigger.
If it weren't for Chu Wuhui's connivance everywhere, Mr. Shen Xiaolang would definitely not be jumping up and down more and more with a splashing monkey...
He doesn't believe that he can't correct it!
Shen Tang read his heart from Qishan's face, and the corners of his mouth twitched. Just thinking that Qi Shan had just uncovered the old scars, she didn't care about him for the time being. She was about to leave to join Chu Yao and Gong Shuwu, but she threw Yan Cheng's body into the stream.
The words are divided into two ends.
Pray for Shan to resolve the old enemies smoothly, and Chu Yao's actions are considered smooth. When it was getting dark, I finally saw the city wall of Xiaocheng covered with mottled bloodstains. The blood mixed with the nauseating stench of burnt flesh filled the nostrils of the two along with the night wind.
Gong Shuwu didn't even frown.
Hiding in the dark to observe the situation.
Looking at the situation, Xiaocheng was not only surrounded by rebel regiments, but also suffered several waves of strong attacks. Hundreds of dead soldiers with missing arms and legs were piled up under the city wall. left.
The flags that fluttered in the wind in the past were dilapidated in the confrontation between the siege and the defense, casting a lonely shadow in the dusk and sunset. Or ticking, dripping blood that has not yet dried up, or the flagpole is broken, standing alone.
Occasionally, birds flapped their wings and flew over the head in the forest, and the short movement made people sound the mourning of the city before its death for no reason.
Gongshu Wudao: "Sir, wait until nightfall before sneaking in?"
Not only were the rebels surrounded by heavy rebels outside the city wall, but also the Xiaocheng garrison guarding the city wall. The two broke in at this time, fearing that they would be shot into hedgehogs by the arrows of both sides. At night, under the cover of night, they slipped in from a weakly defended position!
Chu Yao said: "Well, listen to you."
At this time, there is not much time left before nightfall.
The two waited for about half an hour before the sky completely darkened. Coincidentally, the night is dark and windy, and Gong Shuwu's armor is also in black, which blends perfectly with the night, and with the assistance of Chu Yaoyanling, it is not difficult to sneak into Xiaocheng.
"ah-"
A soldier is hiding in a corner, leaning against the wall, taking a nap with half-closed eyes. Xiaocheng was short of soldiers and horses, and the rebels were coming again fiercely, which caused him to not get a good night's sleep for a long time. If he didn't hurry up to recover, if the rebels attacked the city tomorrow, he might be killed on the battlefield.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind poured down his earlobe into his neck, arousing goosebumps, which made him wake up suddenly and his eyes widened.
His kicking motion woke up the other pawns.
"The rebels are coming to attack the city again?"
The **** who was awakened was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot, and grabbed the gun beside him—it was said to be a gun, but in fact the head of the gun had been lost in the daytime battle, and now there was only a stick—although it was a bare stick. A stick is better than nothing.
"No, no, there was a gust of wind just now..."
The city guards touched their necks, rubbed their fingers vigorously, and rubbed off the sticky "mud" mixed with sweat, dust and blood
The **** who was awakened suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Slumped back down and said, "You scared me to death!"
The rebels used to fight during the day and at night, without giving people a chance to sleep. The garrison in the city was severely understrength, and was almost attacked on the city wall several times, and the city gate was smashed to pieces. After the troops were withdrawn, they were barely nailed with wood...
The soldier muttered: "The wind is very strange..."
Another person spat: "What's so strange about the wind monster? Go to sleep, go to sleep, I don't know if I will have another sleep after this sleep..."
Hearing this, the soldier frowns, forgets the strange wind just now, and mutters to himself, either he is sleepy and hallucinating, or some animal flies by...
In short, it can't be human.
The city wall is so high that ordinary people cannot climb it.
As for "unusual people"?
He didn't think about this possibility, and his sleepy and dull mind couldn't think of it, so he nestled back to the original place, yawned and fell asleep.
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This month's monthly ticket list is really disgusting.
(end of this chapter)