Bright Era

The small building became a ball, and outside the small building, the hundreds of guards under Tixiang's command did not go in.

The noble lords fought each other, even if the bones were broken, it would be fine, but if these guards went in and moved their hands, then even if it was just a noble lord whose arm was scratched a little, it might be dozens of heads falling to the ground.

Therefore, all the guards are strictly guarding their posts, and they have not heard the noise and fighting in the small building. They have seen many such things. In Titian’s club, if there were no fights in any month, the gods must have appeared. The experienced guards will never make a move unless they are called by Titian.

A team of ten guards walked slowly along the river with a fierce fighting dog. Hundreds of people in the small building were from the top nobles in the imperial capital. Anyone accident would be a great trouble, so the guards here are tight. , Even the riverside is always patrolled by several teams of guards.

Because of the slow flow of this big river, in the winter when the main river is still rough, a thick layer of ice has formed on the surface of the river. The guards walked slowly along the shore with their fighting dogs, watching the movement on the ice in the distance.

If someone wants to invade, they can only run over from the ice. As for underwater, they never believe that someone can invade from underwater. The ice layer here is nearly one meter thick, not to mention ordinary thieves, even masters with a successful vindictive cultivation base would rarely break such a thick ice layer on a cold winter night. Even if they can break through the ice, it is impossible for them to make no sound.

Therefore, the attention of these guards was placed far away, only the fighting dog they were holding struggling hard suddenly when they passed a section of ice, and roaring lowly. The guards were startled, they hurriedly searched around for a while, but there was nothing quietly around. The guard holding the fighting dog gave the fighting dog a fierce kick, murmured a few words, and then forcibly led it away from here.

A team of guards just left, not far from them, a hole two meters in diameter suddenly appeared silently on the thick ice. A stream of clear water surging silently several meters high, turned into a huge palm supporting several figures and sent it to the distant woods.

The few people stood steadily on the big hands made of river water, and sent them to the woods with big hands. They walked slowly to a few branches and stood still, watching with cold eyes the small buildings in the distance. The big hand made of water slowly retracted into the river bend, and the broken ice hole quickly re-thawed and melted into the surrounding ice without leaving a trace.

In the darkness, one could vaguely see that the few people were seven men and one woman. Among them was a man wearing a red cloak of raging fire. This tall man stood steadily on a branch that was no thicker than a baby's arm. Despite the cold wind, his body and the branch under his feet remained motionless.

The whole body was wrapped in the cloak, only one hand was exposed outside the sleeve. It was a weird palm with a strange metallic luster that made people look like an eyeball pierced by a blade. He was holding a string of 108 beads made of blood-colored beads the size of his thumb. He was slowly turning the beads one by one, and he was muttering something in his mouth.

After a long time, seeing Elham and the others walk into the small building under the leadership of the guards from a distance, the man in the red robe snorted lowly. His voice was low and hoarse, as if two ancient rocks collided with each other, giving people a weird meaning of rigid, sluggishness and no turning circle.

"Fallen Son of God!" The red-robed man murmured: "The original sin hidden deep in the soul. Darkness enveloped their divine light. Only the flames of destruction can punish everything, purify everything, and save everything."

The bead string in his hand turned faster and faster, and the red-robed man asked the woman next to him in a low voice: "As they are now, it would be a disaster if they were allowed to climb into the position they wished. "

The woman in the clear water-colored cloak smiled softly: "So, everything depends on your decision."

The man in the red robe smiled coldly. He turned his body and looked at the man in the black robe who stood beside him, crouching respectfully and slightly, with a short stature like a meat ball. The entire face of the man in the red robe was shrouded in the darkness, only his eyes were shining in the darkness. The dignified pale red metallic cold light made the man in the black robe stiff, and cold sweat continued to emerge from him.

In the winter, the thick winter clothes of the chunky man were soaked with cold sweat.

"Remember, the most important thing is the two divine natures. Those two divine natures cannot be obtained by me, so they cannot be obtained by anyone who is blind to the eye. The street ruffians and the most humble sinners can do it. Those who get the two gods, but those who hinder us, cannot get the two gods!"

The man in the red robe muttered in a low voice, his voice becoming more and more hoarse and low, like a demon's babbling, and it seemed that a high spirit was talking to himself unconsciously.

The short fat man's head almost touched his toes, his voice was full of respect and fear: "As you wish, noble lord."

The man in the red robe sighed lightly, and he slowly nodded: "Do these things well, and you will surely get what you ask for. According to my information, their family has already sent a support person, so they can't meet each other. . You know what to do, you can do it, right?"

The short fat man nodded and bowed repeatedly. He respectfully accompanied his smiling face: "Your will is everything to the humble me. What you ask for will definitely be achieved. No matter how much the price is paid, their support will not be with them. Meet. They will be isolated and helpless, they will be trapped here, and they must follow your will and walk towards the end you arranged for them."

The man in the red robe smiled. He took a fist-sized red bead from his sleeve and handed it to the short chubby man.

"When killing them, use the secret method I taught to activate it, so that no one will know that something is wrong with them. Remember, it must be activated before it can be activated, otherwise its fluctuations will make them feel any of your Neither trap nor conspiracy will work."

After groaning for a moment, the man in the red robe patted the short and fat man on the shoulder: "I know your strength. Try to do it, it's not difficult."

The chunky man took the red bead and greeted him several times with a flattering smile.

In the distance a light shone on the side face of the short fat man, the fat face seemed familiar. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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