"The disaster is not as good as the family!" Tian Kesong said, gritting his teeth and looking at Changle.

"How could a person like me hurt the innocent?" Changle said very seriously. "If I asked someone to wear your clothes and peel him off, would his father treat your family well?"

"Kill me! Please, let my family go." Tian Kesong knelt on his knees and kowtowed hard.

"When Xiaoman died in my arms, I was wondering how I could make you feel the unforgettable pain? Now I think of it." Changle smiled and used his true energy, and immediately activated the life and death talisman.

Both of them were sure to die this time, so they began to curse and scold Changle.

After building Jingguan, Changle smiled and said to Yanyun Shibaqi, "Thank you all."

"Dare you dare to honor your name as an immortal?" Yang Yifan asked with his fists.

"My name is Zhao Changle." Changle said with a smile.

"We are eighteen brothers, skilled in bows and horses, and dare not say that one is against a hundred, but it is still OK to do some errands.

I don’t know if the immortals want us to follow you.” This was agreed upon when they built Jingguan just now.

They are also humble. With their strength, they can still deal with one or two hundred cavalry immediately.

"Why?" Changle asked in confusion. "Why follow me?"

"We want to take revenge! Our eighteen brothers have an irreconcilable revenge with Yelu Yixin. To be honest, we thought there was no hope of revenge in this life, but when we saw you, we saw hope for revenge." After Song Sanwen said that, the eighteen of them fell to the ground.

Changle thought for a while and said, "It's okay, I suddenly want to do something in this world and I'm just in need of help."

"Azhi?"

"The little monk is here!" Jiumozhi hurriedly stood up.

"Are you interested in doing something big with me?" Changle under the moonlight was like a god's residence.

"The little monk's life has long been the best immortal." Jiumozhi said with a big laugh, "What's the big deal?"

"Set a rule for this world!" Changle said calmly. "Will any of you skin the beast?"

"The fourth brother used to be a butcher, and he knows this best." Song Sanwen replied quickly with a smile.

Looking at the man standing next to the horse, Changle saw that he wanted the horse to ride him several times just now, thinking that he had some special hobbies.

"Do you dare to peel the skin of this beast?" Changle pointed at Yelu Longyi.

"No problem!" Hu Siqiang patted his chest and said. "I'll go find tools now."

"No, let's go to the top of Shuozhou city to peel it, let them see." Changle took off Tian Kesong's clothes and "wear this."

After everyone understood, they felt that this immortal was really in love with his appetite for doing things.

"The two of us took this beast to Shuofang. You can wait for us outside the city." Changle said to everyone. "I'll kill him after seeing his family's fate."

Xiaowan was so sensible that she didn't want to follow her, so she handed her sister's urn to Changle.

"Can you let your sister see?"

Changle took the urn and said with a smile, "Of course it's OK."

When the sun rose the next day, three people were standing in Shuozhou City.

A guy tied up like an animal was Yelu Longyi. Changle was afraid that others would not recognize him, so he even made a huge white cloth with the words Yelu Longyi, the beast, the son of Yelu Yixin.

The sword intent in those few words is dazzling!

"My name is Zhao Changle. I have no other intention to come here. I just want to use this place to peel off the beast's skin." Changle said to the onlookers below with a smile.

"Does go! Dos go!" A group of soldiers rushed over.

The Shuozhou Jiedushi would definitely not have watched Yelu Longyi be skinned alive in Shuozhou.

"Mr. Tian is safe to peel it! I'll meet them." Changle said with a smile.

Hu Siqiang nodded at the wailing Yelu Longyi and secretly swears in his heart that he can't embarrass the immortal here.

He shaved Yelu Longyi's hair with the sharp blade in his hand first, and then pulled out all his clothes.

"No! Let me go, my father is the king of the South Courtyard. He will give you countless wealth and glory." Yelu Longyi cried.

At this time, Changle came back, and a hundred soldiers of him were easily killed by him.

Changle smiled and said, "If you say he is Tian Kesong in front of everyone, I will not peel it."

"Tian Kesong! You dare to peel my skin! Dad, this person surnamed Tian has always had a second heart. He is just a bastard!" Yelu Longyi shouted at the top of his throat.

After calling him begging, he looked at Changle, and Changle smiled and said, "I just lied to you."

After saying that, he was a little bit at his throat, and he could no longer make any sound except howling.

More than two thousand soldiers came over guarding a man with a flushed face. The man said, "I am Liu Tan, the governor of Shuozhou. Can this hero give me the next face and let Master Yelu go?"

"Do you do it." Changle glanced at Hu Siqiang and said, "Have you ever eaten the fruit of face?"

What is the fruit of face?

"You have never eaten the fruit of face before, why should I give you face? Are you a Han Chinese?"

"Yes." He hasn't heard of any face fruit. Is this a kind of fruit?

"Oh, do you know what this guy has done in Shuozhou City?" Changle looked at him and asked.

"I'm busy with military affairs, and I really don't know what he has done." Why didn't Liu Tan know? Didn't he just play with a few women? So what can this happen?

"That's the case, then you really deserve to die!" After Changle finished speaking, he appeared in front of Liu Tan instantly, and he stretched out his fingers.

Liu Tan's head exploded!

Everyone was shocked. They had never seen such a way of killing people.

It was not until Changle returned to the city wall that the soldiers realized.

Hu Siqiang's craftsmanship was very good. He peeled more than half of it before Yelu Longyi died.

"Zhao Shenxian, I have poor skills, he is dead!" Hu Siqiang said embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's done well." Changle said with a smile. "Pull it quickly, let's go."

After a while, Yelu Longyi's skin was hung on the Shuofang city wall.

The two of them left in a drift. Three days later, the incident not only spread throughout the Liao Kingdom and the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, but also to the Song Dynasty.

In the mansion of the King of the South Courtyard, Yelu Yixin was furious after hearing the report from his subordinates.

"A thousand people died?"

"Yes, king! Those thousand people were made into Jingguan!" The speaker knelt down and said, "I'm afraid that this was done by Tian Kesong and outsiders."

"Tian Kesong! I trust him so much, but he treats me like this!" Yelu Yixin said angrily.

"Tomorrow, you should take someone to skin his son, daughter, and mother at the top of Shuozhou city!"

"Okay!" said the warrior lowered his head. Before peeling, Tian Kesong's daughter could not be wasted!

"Where did that Zhao Changle come from? His surname is Zhao! Could it be sent by the Emperor of Song Dynasty?" Yelu Yixin asked with no clue.
Chapter completed!