The old couple leaning on each other was silent.

Zhao Changyi's heart is as clear as a mirror. "The descendant of King Zhao who escaped by chance thirty-nine years ago is a man, Murong Tianhe, the eleventh generation grandson of King Zhao, the fake emperor is named Emperor Yanxing, and the daughter of King Huo Changyang, the fake king Huo Yanqing."

"Two old men, where do you think these two people are hiding?"

"The world of Daliang is prosperous and eternal, and the people are surrendering. I have long known where Dayan is now. Who still remembers Emperor Wu of Yan, and who still remembers King Zhao? Where do you think they can go?"

Where can I go? It’s a strong nasal sound.

The old couple trembled all over.

After a long time, the old man said softly: "Maybe he's dead... Thirty-nine years ago, there was no more Murong in the world."

If a person does not die, his heart will die long ago.

Zhao Changyi frowned and then stretched out, understanding the meaning of his words. Although he was still alive, it was actually the same as dead. The Daliang royal family no longer had to avoid puzzling the remains of Rong.

He stood up, bent down and bowed as if he saw the king, and the standard court etiquette, "So, say goodbye."

If you accept my bow, you should comfort me.

Picking up the embroidered spring knife, Zhao Changyi left wearing white mist.

Everything doesn't matter anymore.

Whether they were Murong Tianhe and Huo Changyang back then did not matter. Nothing more than death. The only two sons, one died under the Xiuchun sword of Fusi, Nanzhen, Kyoto, and the other died in the Qingliu River.

Murong has no descendants.

These two elderly people cannot make waves either.

Since that's the case, you are alive... no one knows that there is the last person in the Murong family in Fanmian Village, waiting quietly to be buried in peace.

Zhao Changyi is cruel.

When he returned to Kyoto, an official brother laughed at him for being incompetent in food and clothing.

Later, the body of the brother was found under the moat, and his face was beyond recognition. The Jingzhao Government Office refused to accept the case and opened his eyes to tell lies, saying that the brother had just accidentally fallen into the water.

It wasn’t Zhao Changyi’s move, he just said in front of the empress, “Why should someone insult me?”

Zhao Changyi knew that as soon as he said this, he would determine life and death.

But to live oneself, it must be like this.

The Fenghuasheng City of Kyoto is a place where people can eat. If you are not tough, what awaits you will be endless humiliation and even death.

However, today I feel soft.

Just because of the scene where the old couple depended on each other, he reminded him of the old man who quietly stuffed candy into his arms, and he was nagging for the past few days, just like he cried in front of them.

This is the case with people's hearts, nostalgia.

Zhao Changyi touched the embroidered Chundao on his waist and smiled.

Let's be alive.

One day, I will let you see that the world of Daliang can expand its territory and surrender like Emperor Wu of Yan. After the prosperous era of Daliang, it will be a more glorious prosperous era.

Who will make it?

Zhao Changyi smiled but didn't say anything, and there would be someone in Daliang.

Zhu Qizheng sat in front of the yard bored, looking at the vast white mist, feeling a little painful. He didn't know what Zhao Changyi was doing, and he was not worried. After all, no one in this Fanmian Village was threatened except for that Master.

Seeing Zhao Changyi coming from the thick fog, Zhu Qi hurriedly came forward, "Haven's business is done?"

Zhao Changyi nodded, "It's nothing."

He laughed, and his smile suddenly froze, staring at the white mist not far away, without saying a word.

Zhu Qi was stunned and looked back.

But I found that there was nothing unusual except white fog.

At this moment, Zhao Changyi had already pressed her hand on the embroidered spring knife, her blue veins burst out, and her words were cold, "It seems that someone is."

The next moment, the embroidered spring knife will be unsheathed.

Zhu Qi was unaware of it and turned around and stared at the white mist, "Where?"

Instinctive reaction is based on the knife. If someone really wants to kill him, he doesn't mind.

Why should I precept and law when killing people in Beizhenfushi?

Zhao Changyi smiled and the embroidered sword quietly unsheathed half a foot, but suddenly froze. He looked up at the sky. In the sky, there was a vast white mist, but he smelled muffled thunder.

In a blink of an eye, a lightning blew into the sky and suddenly fell.

Lightning stirred the thick fog, and a flying geese spread across the long rainbow, stunning, as if the sunset was standing between heaven and earth.

Like fireworks.

The heavy fog covers the world, and when the thick fog dissipates, it will be a warm sunny sky. How can thunder rise? Besides, this is early winter. Although there are winter thunders, it is rare. This lightning is like the thunder falls from the clear sky.

Zhao Changyi and Zhu Qi were both stunned at the same time.

Almost at the same time, the figures of the two rushed into the thick fog and rushed towards the place where the lightning fell.

Thunder falls in the clear sky, and strange people are likely to appear!

Zhu Qi is the responsibility of the Beizhenfu Department. If an alien comes out, he will inevitably be investigated, arrested or even killed.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Changyi is not a member of the Beizhen Fushi.

But he knew that the existence of Yiren was not allowed in the Daliang Kingdom.

The empress also doesn't allow it.

Otherwise, how could it be possible to create a Beizhen Fushi, an institution dedicated to dealing with the stranger.

The thick fog surged.

Some people were also running like flying in the fog. Master Li, dressed in green, came with a rare sword. He was elegant and free, his eyebrows were frowning, and the sky was filled with thunder... and it was not stopped!

The Master held the sword and thunder blew up.

If the sword is unsheathed, the muffled thunder turns into thunder.

What I was worried about finally happened.

Li Ruyu was unconscious for many days and was already very strange. Now Fanmian Village is shining with thunder again.

There is only one possibility. Someone entered Li Ruyu's body again and was struck by lightning... I don't know who was the other one this time, I don't know if he was the only one who died this time or if he died with Li Ruyu.

I hope the former will be gone.

When the Master arrived, there was already someone in the yard in front of Li Ruyu's house.

The Northern Town Fushi Department’s young man surnamed Zhu Qi and Zhao.

At this moment, standing in front of the yard, looking at the yard, then looking up at the sky, a little confused.

There is still thunder rolling in the sky.

Will there be thunder falling?

How many aliens are there in Fanmian Village?

The Master put the long sword aside without any trace, and the sword was out of his hand and the thunder stopped.

Zhu Qi and Zhao Changyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Lei stopped.

There was a young man in the courtyard, who looked like he was fourteen or fifteen years old, and his clothes were almost turned into ashes. He sat naked on the steps, and there was still faint light on his skin, his whole body was black, and his long hair was standing upside down.

What's strange is that his whole body is just black without any scars.

Thunder strikes but never dies?

At this moment, the boy was a little confused and looked dull.

A little loli was squatting beside the boy, and there was only a boy struck by lightning in his eyes.

If you are worried, you are more gentle.

His body and mind were all in the boy's body and did not hear anything outside his body.

Zhao Changyi suddenly felt a little distressed and wished she could draw her sword and slash the young man and replace him.

Zhu Qi pressed the knife and stared at Li Ruyu vigilantly.

There has never been a strange man who can't die without thunder. The scene in front of him is too strange.

At this moment, Li Ruyu didn't speak, and no one said anything.

Beside him and Xiaoxiao, there was a small overturned table with ink splashing on the ground like water, the overturned inkstone was half broken, the pen was destroyed, and a piece of paper that was destroyed by thunder was left with only the size of a palm.
Chapter completed!