As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something strange behind him.

Zhu Feng turned around, grabbed a hand that reached out to his shoulders and pulled it violently.

"ah!"

With a scream, a figure was pulled from behind his shoulders and fell heavily to the ground, and let out another scream.

Ye Zheng and the others immediately jumped up and shouted, "There is an assassin!"

"careful!"

"Protect the Emperor!"

Yingshao was the fastest move. He rushed up with a quick step, pulled out the long sword around his waist with a blink of an eye, and saw a flash of cold light and stabbed straight at the person who fell to the ground.

At this moment, the old man rushed over and said, "No!"

Zhu Feng said: "Stop!"

Just between the lightning, Yingshao's sword tip was almost a slight distance from the old man's back, and it stopped forcibly, and the sword energy almost hit his body, causing the old man to struggle suddenly, as if he was stabbed.

He said tremblingly: "Don't do it! Don't kill him!"

Several people surrounded them and surrounded them in the center.

Zhu Feng walked over slowly and looked closely. He saw a man in his thirties who had just been thrown to the ground by him. At this moment, the old man was protecting him. He grinned in pain, but he seemed to be not afraid of the swords around him, and looked at them with wide eyes.

"Who are you?"

“…”

"What are you doing to throw me?"

“…”

"It hurts so much."

Xue Yun hurriedly walked forward a few steps, looked down at the person, and couldn't help but frown.

And the old man protected him and said sadly: "He is not a bad person, he is my youngest son, don't hurt him."

Xiao Shiqi also ran over and hugged the man on the ground: "Uncle!"

The man, the monk, looked at them in a daze: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Zhu Feng looked at him and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do?"

The man looked at him and smiled, "What am I doing? I'm not doing anything?"

“…”

"What are you doing?"

Ye Zheng was furious and stepped forward and pointed at him and said, "You still dare to talk nonsense? Believe it or not, I will kill you with one sword!"

"No!"

The old man said in horror: "What is he really going to do? He is just a fool, what can he do?"

"Crazy?"

Hearing these two words, Ye Zheng frowned and looked at the man.

Zhu Feng also looked at him.

This man is in his thirties and looks handsome, but his eyes look simple, or he has no spirit, and is not even more mature than the child named Xiao Shiqi.

The swords around him were all facing him, but he was not afraid at all.

He was still chuckling at them.

When ordinary people face such a scene, they are afraid that they will not smile so fearlessly.

But they still dare not relax easily. After all, they are not familiar with this place. If the other party lies and suddenly assassinates Zhu Feng, wouldn't that be a bad thing?

At this moment, Xue Yun took a step forward and whispered: "Let me see."

Zhu Feng glanced at her and nodded slightly: "Yes."

Xue Yun stepped forward, while the old man was still pressing against the young man, he flipped his eyelids, took another look at his pulse, carefully examined his head, then stood up and said to Zhu Feng: "He is indeed..."

Zhu Feng frowned: "What's going on?"

Before the old man could answer, the young man on the ground struggled: "Let me get up, let me get up quickly."

Zhu Feng winked at the people around him.

Everyone helped the old man up and lifted the young man up, but they were afraid that he would do something wrong, so they held him back.

The old man felt distressed and hurriedly said, "Let me come and let me send him back to rest first."

The young man was also obedient. He led him to the inner room. Through a dilapidated cloth curtain, he listened to him comforting his son in a low voice. After a while, the inside became quiet.

Ye Zheng thought for a while and asked the little Seventeen: "Boy, who is that person you are? Uncle?"

The little Seventeen nodded: "Yes."

"He has always been like this?"

“It’s always been.”

"Where is your father?"

Xiao Shiqi blinked and raised his hand to point at the dark night outside the door: "Where is outside."

Ye Zheng was startled and looked back at the cemetery outside the door.

I understood immediately.

At this time, the old man walked out of the inner room.

Zhu Feng sat back on the stool before and watched him walk over and was about to speak, but he saw the old man kneeling in front of him.

"Your Majesty, please let us go!"

“…!”

Zhu Feng's eyes widened.

What surprised him was not the old man's attitude. After all, in a hurry just now, Ye Zheng and Yingshao and others had already exposed his identity and were angry and went back. What surprised him was that the old man's next sentence was said.

Let them go?

What's the meaning?

Could it be that they are here or that their own orders are not met?

He didn't remember what orders he had after he ascended the throne were targeted at this family and Yumen Pass.

So he said, "What did you say?"

When Xiao Shiqi saw his grandfather kneeling down, he hurriedly came over to pull him, but the old man pulled Xiao Shiqi to kneel in front of Zhu Feng again, and said earnestly and sadly: "Hurry up, please let us free. Only in this way can you leave here and see the sea you want to see."

The sea!

When Xiao Shiqi heard these two words, his eyes lit up.

He was a little confused, but he immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Zhu Feng as he was told.

Everyone around was confused and didn't know what was going on. Zhu Feng looked at them deeply and said, "You, who are you? Why did I let you go? Is it related to me here?"

The old man said sadly: "We are here, and have nothing to do with the emperor, that is already the affairs of the ancestors."

He said, looking up at Zhu Feng, tears flashing in his old eyes.

"But only the emperor can free us from this place."

“…”

Zhu Feng was silent for a moment, and then said, "Get up first, get up before talking."

The old man stood up tremblingly, and even Xiao Shiqi beside him stood up, looking at Zhu Feng with wide eyes, looking at him with a panic and confused look on his face.

Zhu Feng waved his hand: "Give him a seat."

Everyone moved another chair and asked the old man to sit down.

Zhu Feng said: "Who are you?"

The old man lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "The villain's surname is Wen and his name is Wen Liyu. This is my grandson Wen Bieyu."

“…”

“We were all born here.”

Born here?
Chapter completed!