Devil’s Advent

The road near Nanwang City is bustling with people, and the small vendors are too lazy to compete in the city or pay a deposit, so they simply set up stalls on both sides of the road. The flavors of the north and south of Yan and even the special snacks of Jin and Chugan are here. .

There are also those selling various utensils and daily necessities, which are spread out in a very lively manner, as if they are attending a temple fair, and the business is not bad.

There are officers, soldiers, prisoners, and other people of all kinds who come and go on this road. After Yan Huangma stepped into the door and transferred the power of Yan State to the south, Yinlang County suddenly accumulated too many foreign populations, and it Naturally, a kind of "deformed" prosperity was born.

It seems prosperous, but in fact it has the tone of a raging fire cooking oil. The more boiled things are, the faster they will cool down.

Of course, the people of Yandi didn't feel much about it, they were just living their lives attentively, the war had already begun, and the soldiers and horses of both sides were biting and cutting everywhere on the front line of the Qianguo Fortress, so What is lacking is nothing more than the final word of the Jingnan Army, or the real counterattack of the elite of the three towns of Qianguo.

The pride of the Yan people may have a long history, at least, Zheng Fan did not see any sense of panic about the war on the road.

Dayan had established the country for hundreds of years, and it was extremely difficult, but it survived. It fought against the barbarians in the northern desert, and against the three kingdoms in the east.

Let alone other things, at least the confidence of the people has been boosted. Besides, the army of the Qian country is too disappointing. On the line of Yinlang County, many military leaders, including Zheng Fan, are doing their best to go south to do things. But none of the armies of the Qian Kingdom dared to go north.

Because of this, the south side near the front line is full of turmoil, while the north side is "blossoming flowers".

The heads were all placed in boxes, so they couldn't be seen from the outside, and Zheng Fan didn't think about trying to get a pennant to hang up and drive all the way to Nanwang City to create some bullshit momentum for himself.

Maybe it's because the third prince's fifth limb is too high-end,

After doing that thing, it seems a bit dull for other famous things.

What Xu Wenzu needs to do to take over these heads, and how the court needs to publicize them, is their business, and Zheng Fan will cooperate, but what is more important is the real benefit of being able to fall into his own hands with this military merit.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun. Zheng Fan has always believed in this truth. Strong soldiers and strong horses are the first foundation for surviving in troubled times.

The more you understand this world, the more you feel that fighting at this time is not simply a game. There are many soldiers and generals. Even if the opponent is a powerful person, you can drown him with a sea of ​​people. You can save your life or Kill the enemy.

Nanwang City is just ahead, but there is a long line at the entrance to the city, and I don't know what happened in front of it, anyway, it has been silted up.

Seeing that the team was not moving, Zheng Fan was not in a hurry, turned his head to look at A Ming beside him, and asked:

"Go down and eat something?"

A Ming shook his head. He has enough stock now, so he naturally dismisses the food of ordinary people.

Seeing that Ah Ming wasn't coming, Zheng Fan got off his horse and walked to the roadside stall. Seeing this, Xiao Yibo also got off his horse and came to serve him.

Zheng Fan chose a wonton stand, and the wonton sellers at the stand were a young couple.

Business, in fact, is not very good.

Small wontons are a popular way of eating in Jiangnan of Qianguo. The delicious soup of small wontons is like a mandarin duck playing in water, with a refreshing taste.

But Yan people like the big and thick dumplings, not this kind of delicate food.

One is that Yan State is located in the north, and Yinlang County is already the southern border of Yan State, but the three towns of Qian State corresponding to Yinlang County are still called bitter cold places by the people of Qian State.

Therefore, if the territory is not expanded, the people of Yan will have no chance to truly appreciate the so-called scenery of the south of the Yangtze River.

Furthermore, according to the tradition of hundreds of years, Yan Ren Erlang either fights with the barbarians in the desert or bites with the state of Jin and Gan. Emotional sentiment of fine taste.

But because of the reasons in his previous life, Zheng Fan really likes the small wonton. Of course, the big wonton is also fine, but it has to be mustard greens.

"Two bowls of small wontons." Xiao Yibo took the initiative to step forward and ordered, and at the same time paid first.

For a small business, you don’t pay attention to paying after eating, otherwise if you lose the bowl and you run away, where will you be caught?

If the copper coins fall into the bowl here, the wontons will be put into the pot over there.

Not long after, two bowls of small wontons were cooked, and the line waiting to enter the city did not move forward.

The traffic jam is terrible.

Xiao Yibo carefully handed the bowl and spoon to Zheng Fan, but he didn't pretend to be affectionate to help blow, but said:

"Master, be careful it's hot."

Zheng Fan smiled and reached out to take it.

There are no tables and chairs for the small stalls here, but those with real status and status will not eat the snacks next to this entrance. Nanwang City, as the "Little Jiangnan" of the Yan Kingdom, must have many high-end restaurants inside. It is to eat and drink in the stomach deliberately.

Zheng Fan and Xiao Yibo squatted next to the booth, and the diners at the crossing basically eat this way, which is still clean, and if it is a little more casual, it is more comfortable to sit on the ground to eat.

Perhaps it is because there is no MSG in later generations, the small wontons are not delicious enough, but the entrance is free and smooth, and it tastes good.

Zheng Fan ate mouthfuls, and Xiao Yibo ate beside him with a "hum huh huh". For Xiao Yibo, what he ate was not important, and eating with the leader was the most important thing.

We only ate half a bowl of wontons here, and the second wave of customers came to the stall over there.

An old man in a coarse long gown sniffing his nose from the cold and a swordsman in a cotton padded jacket wrapping himself tightly.

The swordsman was in his early forties, his face was full of acne, and he didn't know whether it was from the cold or just like that.

The old man held a long sail in his left hand, and the corner of the sail flag was fiddled with by the cold wind, revealing the word "Gua".

"Ten coins a bowl, two."

Woman waiting to collect money,

The man is waiting to be cooked.

If the woman doesn't receive the money, it's impossible for the man's wontons to be cooked.

The old man looked at the down-and-out swordsman beside him, and the swordsman looked up, as if he suddenly discovered how beautiful the sky is today.

The old man rubbed his hands together, and said awkwardly:

"Here, use hexagrams as food, is it okay?"

The woman immediately shook her head, and the man put the wonton back in his hand, saying:

"Business is not good, I really can't afford it."

This has already been said very sincerely. If the business is good, it doesn't matter if I treat you to a bowl of wontons. Listening to your divination is also a pastime.

But the business is bleak right now, and I would not be so rich if I am not so leisurely and elegant.

The old man licked his lips, obviously thinking about this little wonton.

The older a person is, the more he will be like an old child, gluttonous.

It's just that I still care about some old-fashioned faces after all, and I'm ashamed to follow the example of that naughty boy rolling around on the ground begging for trouble.

The down-and-out swordsman patted his luggage in fear, and said:

"There is also dry food."

It's good that the old man doesn't listen to the dry food, but when he listens to the dry food, he turns his mouth away, tears are rolling in his eyes, and he feels very wronged.

"Dry food, dry food, you let your father eat that cold and blunt thing every day, is there a son like you in this world!"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Fan looked at Xiao Yibo.

Xiao Yibo showed a simple and shy smile.

The down-and-out swordsman is a little disappointed;

The old man is still wronged;

The young couple selling wontons just stood and watched. Anyway, business is not good, so there is no rush.

Xiao Yibo held the bowl and chopsticks in his left hand, and took out his pocket with the right, took a small piece of silver, threw it to the booth, and said:

"Cook them."

"Ouch, good!"

The wontons came out of the pot and began to roll in the soup.

The down-and-out swordsman looked at Zheng Fan and Zheng Fan who were squatting there, and then looked away.

The old man was staring eagerly at when the wontons would come out of the pan, and he was not in a hurry to thank Mr. Xiao Dashan who invited him to eat the wontons.

"Okay, okay, you can go out, you're getting old."

The old man urged.

The husband nodded, took the wontons out of the pot, and sprinkled them with not-so-rich seasonings. The old man took the bowl, hesitated for a moment, and squatted beside Xiao Yibo.

The down-and-out swordsman also took his own bowl, but he squatted at the other end of the booth, as if he was too withdrawn and didn't like to join in the fun.

The old man ate several wontons in a row, drank a few mouthfuls of soup, breathed a sigh of relief, and his face showed a look of satisfaction.

Zheng Fan focused on eating the wontons in his bowl, and ignored the surroundings. Perhaps it was because he had read too many works in his previous life, and he often had the impression of an "outsider expert" for this combination.

The more sloppy, the more desolate, the more "master" a person is.

This point has been confirmed by Sha Tuo Que Shi.

But after looking at the small wonton in the opponent's hand, Zheng Fan didn't intend to test anything at this time.

No matter you are really down and out floating or you are really an expert, you eat from your bowl, I eat from my bowl, after eating, pat your butt, each do their own thing.

The old man looked at Xiao Yibo and said:

"You want to tell a fortune?"

Xiao Yibo shook his head and said, "No need."

"Oh, it's really not necessary. You are prosperous, but not prosperous."

The implication is that you overwhelm your family.

Xiao Yibo's hand holding the wonton bowl shook slightly, but he didn't speak.

At any rate, he used to be in charge of a car gang. Although it is a small gang that is not popular in the eyes of big shots, it has also dealt with a lot of people from all walks of life. This kind of gang who relies on one mouth to mess around is best at not fortune-telling, but seeing If people talk about people, they will talk nonsense.

If you ignore him, he won't be able to say anything.

But the old man didn't seem to intend to give up, instead he leaned forward, looked at Zheng Fan, with a fawning expression on his face, and said:

"This is a noble man, so precious."

Zheng Fan smiled and drank the soup while blowing.

Xiao Yibo didn't get Zheng Fan's permission, so naturally he wouldn't lean on Zheng Fan, so he continued to eat his own wonton.

The old man ate half a bowl peacefully, wiped his mouth, and said again:

"The nobleman's blood is a little strong, which is a good thing, but also a bad thing."

I just went to kill someone the night before, even if I took a bath, can the blood in my body dissipate so easily?

But Zheng Fan remained unmoved.

It's a pity that the blind man is still in a coma. If the one brought out today is a blind man, he will definitely come down to eat wontons with him, and secondly, he can just meet this old man.

Anyway, they are colleagues, so they are not afraid of nonsense.

"My lord, your future path will be open and straightforward. As long as you stick to your heart, keep the pond water turbid, and be a clean fish by yourself, you will be able to stand on your own in the world."

Is this an auspicious word?

Words of panacea.

Zheng Fan put down the bowl in his hand, bowed his hands to the old man, and said:

"Been taught a lesson."

"Isn't there nothing like asking the old man to help you figure it out?"

"Didn't you already calculate it just now?" Zheng Fan asked.

"Just didn't count."

Zheng Fan nodded, but said, "There's nothing to worry about."

Ask for money? Do not ask for money.

Looking for talent? There are seven in the family.

Looking for a career? As he was doing it right now, the boxes in the front convoy were also full of stepping stones on his career path.

Looking for marriage? With Si Niang around, Zheng Fan is quite content.

This is not nonsense, the reason why Zheng Fan doesn't touch those delicate ladies at home is that those flower bones don't suit his taste,

Secondly, with Siniang's help, I really enjoyed myself in this regard.

It's not because of Siniang's image in the comics, I'm afraid of what will happen if I steal it, it's just that the second life is a human being, and I have no obsession with love and love for a long time.

Maybe in the future, I might be tempted by some princesses and princesses, but that's all because their noble status can satisfy my masculine sense of conquest.

In this regard, Zheng Fan found that his mentality seemed to be moving closer to the blind man and Ah Ming. These demon kings seemed to be one by one, and they were not very interested in women.

"There is nothing to calculate." Zheng Fan replied.

In my own life, at present, I am thinking about how to play. As for what to play and how to play, this does not need to be taught by others. The process of exploration is itself a part of playing.

The old man was a little sad,

It seems that I have some regrets about my inability to start a mixed transaction,

In the end, I can only say:

"Where is the gentleman from?"

"Look at what you're asking, old man. This is the country of Yan, so I'm naturally from Yan."

"No, no, you are not from Yan, you are a man from heaven."

In Zheng Fan's eyes, there was a gleam of brilliance.

Xiao Yibo, who didn't know why, laughed and scolded:

"You old clapper, just eat your wontons with peace of mind. You don't need to flatter me."

Flattering was Xiao Yibo's job.

The old man nodded and said:

"If a basket of flattery can be exchanged for a bowl of wonton, it's worth it."

Zheng Fan handed the bowl to Xiao Yibo, who took the bowl and delivered it to the booth.

The third wave of customers did not come to the booth, but the couple were ordering wontons, which were being cooked right now.

The young couple, each with a bowl, squatted by the crossing and ate like the guests. You feed me one, and I feed you one.

Xiao Yibo put the bowl and spoon on the booth, watching this loving scene, he couldn't help feeling a little envious.

It is not a blessing to be able to hold hands and rely on each other in a poor and small life.

Zheng Fan also noticed the situation here, but what he saw was different from Xiao Yibo.

According to Zheng Fan,

Well,

Both the couple are eating their own wontons, which proves that the wontons are fine and can be eaten.

This kind of thinking inertia is probably tempered by various news about food safety issues in later generations.

The traffic jam seems to have eased a bit, and the team began to move forward slowly.

Xiao Yibo went to the team to arrange vehicles, and told his subordinates not to rest, and was ready to enter the city.

Zheng Fan was about to get up and go back to the motorcade, but the old man suddenly said:

"My lord, don't be in a hurry. I've just started to go ahead. I've never owed favors to anyone in my entire life."

"Then what do you want?"

"Since the nobleman doesn't want to tell a fortune teller, if the nobleman wants to know something, the old man can chat with the nobleman."

Zheng Fan really didn't leave, he squatted down again, and said:

"I heard that the dignitaries of the Qian, Jin, and Chu kingdoms all like to keep some Qing guests, and the purpose of their use is nothing more than this?"

The old man nodded and said:

"really."

High-ranking officials and dignitaries are afraid of loneliness and lack of elegance, so they will specially raise some clean guests and be responsible for chatting with themselves.

In fact, it’s just bragging. It’s more elegant than anyone else, better than anyone else, and more compelling than anyone else.

"As for me, I'm a vulgar person. You always say that I'm full of blood. I guess you can see what kind of business I do?"

Zheng Fan has been in the army for so long, no matter how tired he is on weekdays as a shopkeeper, but after all, he has seen blood rushing through the military gate of the city gate after a battle, and it is normal for people to see him as a military figure.

If you can't even see this, the old man is really living like a dog at his age.

"If you ask, I will tell you, as long as I know, I will answer you, and I will not hide my secrets."

"Just because of this bowl of wontons?"

"Wontons are not worth much, but the love in wontons is valuable, and everything in the world is worth money if it is stained with love;

Just like the paintings of Emperor Chu, the sword of Emperor Jin, the knife of Emperor Yan, and the pen of Emperor Qian, these are of course priceless.

There is old nostalgia in this wonton, and the price is naturally high. "

"That's right, then I'll ask, how many people have come to Qianguo this time?"

Zheng Fan really dared to ask.

The old man actually dared to answer:

"The western army of 150,000 troops should have arrived at the city of Mianzhou yesterday, and the 100,000 imperial troops were transported by water, but because they were delayed when they set off, they fell behind the western army, but it is estimated that they should arrive today.

The wolf soldiers naturally followed the Western Army, controlled and monitored by the Western Army.

It may take some time for the 50,000 ancestral troops to come from the coast of the East China Sea, but there are no less than 100,000 auxiliary troops from the neighboring counties, and they have already marched in early. "

"So, how many soldiers and horses will be gathered on the three sides of Qianguo?"

"Western army has 150,000 soldiers, wolf soldiers 50,000, but there is a gap for 50,000, there are more than 200,000 garrison soldiers on three sides, 50,000 ancestral troops, 100,000 Linjun auxiliary soldiers, and 100,000 forbidden troops. That's a full 650,000 troops!"

An army of 650,000 is placed on the three sides of the Qian Kingdom, which can be said to be quite luxurious.

Zheng Fan asked again:

"Then do you know how many soldiers and horses I, Dayan, can go south?"

"Tsk tsk, nobleman, you are not from Yan."

"But it's even more impossible for me to be a dry person."

"The nobleman may have never seen the prosperity of Shangjing, nor the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River."

"Trust me, I've seen it, I can feel it, but I... don't like it very much."

Not only Zheng Fan, but also all the demon kings under his command have actually thought about this problem. Would it be better if the start was not in Hutou City in Yan Country, but in Qian Country?

The conclusion I came to is still... It is more comfortable, freer and more carefree in Yan Country.

Leaving those aside,

Now Zheng Fan and Jingnan Hou Tian Wujing have a relationship to collect the corpse,

and Li Liangting have a relationship with a leg of lamb,

And Yanhuang Ji Runhao, and broke up the friendship of sons,

Even that Eunuch Wei also wanted to let him enter the palace to succeed him.

No matter what, Zheng Fan should also get closer to Yan Guo.

"Well, is that so?" The old man looked a little disappointed.

"You haven't answered me yet."

"Don't you know how many soldiers and horses Dayan has that can go south?"

"Sometimes, outsiders can see more clearly what's going on at home."

"It's reasonable, so I'll let the nobleman do the math. There are more than a dozen general soldiers in Yinlang County, and there are about 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers in total. But there are good and bad.

The Jingnan army is 50,000, and there are 50,000 rear battalions. Even if he has 100,000, the Yanjing Imperial Army has to be responsible for guarding the country, and at the same time guard against threats from the Jin State.

On the other side of the desert, at least one hundred thousand Northern Army cavalry should be left to guard.

Calculating and calculating, Dayan was able to smash down and go south for a while, and there were only 200,000 Zhenbei troops plus 100,000 Jingnan troops and tens of thousands of miscellaneous troops, totaling more than 300,000. "

"Forget it, it's equal."

"There are many people in Qianguo, but Dayan's army is strong, especially the 200,000 soldiers of the Northern Army's iron cavalry, like a knife that has been sharpened in the desert for a hundred years, and today it can be unsheathed towards the south.

only……"

"Just how?"

"Although Dayan is strong, it has a lot of land and resources. There are so many soldiers and horses on these three sides, but if the battle is really to be completely broken, no matter how brave Dayan's iron cavalry is, it is possible to break this iron wall?"

Zheng Fan didn't speak.

Siege and field battle are two concepts.

Especially when the opponent had enough troops to defend, Zheng Fan attacked Mianzhou City twice, but he never thought about a serious attack on the city, because he couldn't afford it.

"How much will the peasants have to mobilize when the Yan army goes south? Has your lord ever calculated this account?"

Zheng Fan continued to remain silent.

"The most important thing is that under the decree of His Majesty Dagan, the army of the world and the bravery of the world can quickly form an army. Not to mention support, it is not difficult to gather another 700,000 to 800,000 troops to go north."

You know, the Qian Kingdom has been supporting the 800,000 troops and the 800,000 forbidden troops on the three sides all these years. Although these two armies are heavily underpaid, this proves that the Qian Kingdom court can afford this An army of 1.6 million!

Qianguo is big and rich, not just talk.

"The newly formed army is useless." Zheng Fan said.

"Fighting, see the blood, bring the old with the new, and you will become an army.

The most important thing is that it is impossible for Dayan to break through Dagan's three-sided defense in a short period of time, and Dagan can take this opportunity to slowly sharpen his impetuousness and reorganize his armaments.

On the other side of Yanhuang, it seemed that the horse stepped on the door and swept away the demon atmosphere, but after all, he put himself in an extremely dangerous position.

Throughout the ages, any dynasty has relied on something. The barbarians rely on the king's court to control the virtuous king, the Chu State relies on the nobles, the Jin State relies on the clan clan, and the Dagan rule the world with the scholar-bureaucrats.

The country is like a pile of soil, layer by layer, layer by layer, and the top is the royal family. Everything has two sides. It seems that the so-called moth of the country can actually be called the cornerstone of the country.

The Yan people can't afford it, and they can't afford it. This is still not counting on the premise that Jin, Chu and the barbarians took action. "

The old man’s words are interpreted with modern people’s thinking. It is probably that after a regime has made a fortune, if it wants to stabilize the world, it must bring a class together to share the benefits. The vested interest class is certainly the moth of the country, sucking the blood of the country, but they have to protect it. Your instinct to rule.

Just like when the Emperor Yan and the Marquis of Zhenbei were acting, the aristocratic families of the Yan Kingdom only wanted to crown the two Marquises as kings, but they never thought of pulling the Ji family from their dragon chairs.

If the Zhenbei Army really intends to replace them, the powerful family will still stand on the emperor's side, but Yanhuang directly swept them away. This is certainly beneficial to the country, but it has become useless for the ruler's rule. I feel safe.

If one day, Li Liangting dies, or Ji Runhao dies, or Jingnan Hou dies, problems will naturally arise, or the Zhenbei Army itself is a military group with its own system. sound, what should I do?

Without the mediation and obstruction of the aristocratic family, any disturbance may directly threaten the Ji family's dominance.

"hehe."

"Don't you believe me?"

"We're not sitting on one side of our ass."

"The nobleman's words are really wonderful."

"Haha, then I'm curious, the old man should be a dry person, why is he going north at this time?"

"Hey, who said that the old man is a dry man?"

"Then why did the old gentleman teach me?"

"The avenue is facing the sky, and each side walks. The nobleman's path is naturally magnanimous. The nobleman has already made calculations in his heart, and those who do not count as divination have their own way under their feet."

"Been taught a lesson."

"It's all rhetoric, doing countless things."

"My convoy is leaving, goodbye."

"Goodbye, my lord."

Zheng Fan got up, and this time, he really left. He caught up with the carriage team in front and got on his own horse.

A Ming turned his head sideways, holding a water bag in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were a little red, as if he had put rouge on it.

asked:

"Is there something wrong?"

Zheng Fan didn't say anything, he just thought that after he entered the city, he would inform the Secret Service that some spies had come in.

As for whether it is useful, I guess it is really useless.

When Zheng Fan looked back, as expected, the old fortune-teller and the down-and-out swordsman had disappeared.

"A Ming."

"Tell me, is there anyone in this world who can see our identities?"

"The Lord means that we can see that we don't belong to this world?"

Zheng Fan nodded.

"Look and see."

"Is it so free and easy?"

"Because it's useless to think too much."

"That's right, it's useless to think too much, but you still have to make a fortune early. If I have 300,000 cavalry, no one would dare to beep even if I'm a Martian, right?"

"Well, the Lord is wise."

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand,

Naturally helped Ah Ming wipe off the drop of red "rouge" at the corner of his mouth,

A Ming froze, frowning slightly.

Zheng Fan looked at his red fingertips,

Rub it on the hair of the horse on the crotch,

road:

"You should drink less, don't drink it up in one gulp, and you will go hungry again."

"There are several barrels stored in the ice cellar under the fort."

"That's okay too?"

"sure."

"Actually, what I did just now was a little disgusting."

"My lord, you know that too."

"But seeing you are so calm, I just wanted to disgust you on purpose."

"My lord... is wise."

…………

"I thought you would kill him." Among the crowd, the down-and-out swordsman said.

The old man shook his head and said, "I really want to kill him."

"Because the boxes in the convoy are filled with human heads?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"Because I can't see through him, the luck of this son is hard to fathom."

"Then why not kill him? He is from Yan."

"Can't be killed, can't be killed, this guy hasn't become a climate yet, even if it becomes a climate in the future, it's hard to say whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. In the past, I was thinking about making a few plots. It's just a pastime. Now, I can't.

This breath of the old man has not yet reached the time to vent, this breath can travel thousands of miles, and the old man feels that he is at a loss if he opens his mouth on this child. "

"According to what you qi refiners said, in a world of great chaos, evildoers will inevitably emerge. Does he count?"

"Calculate."

"This evildoer is in the country of Yan."

"Are you sure that it is the blessing of the Yan Kingdom?"

"I can sense that you're deluding yourself a little bit."

"Forget it, forget it, one generation manages one generation's affairs, you and I are dry people, and we are proud to take responsibility for this flesh and blood identity. As for the future, let him go.

You are right, troubled times are about to arise, and monsters will appear frequently, but it is still unknown how many of them can be transformed into dragons. "

"It's a pity, my sword is the same as your Qi."

"That's right, the old man's aura is too strong to open his mouth easily. Your sword is too sharp, and it will shatter if stabbed."

"Aren't you going to move?"

"Wait, wait, the wonton just now is really delicious, it tastes like home."

"Another bowl? You can buy two more bowls with the money that Cui Ba'er next to that kid gave you just now."

"Eating one bowl is enough, it's just a taste, and if you want to eat it, you can't eat it."

The old man and the down-and-out swordsman looked at the wonton stand,

From the crowd, more than a dozen people suddenly emerged, one of them was dressed in black, and the rest were dressed as ordinary traffickers, and directly surrounded the wonton stall.

In order to prevent crowd disturbance,

The man in black shouted:

"Dayan's Secret Service is arresting the spies of the Qian Kingdom, and those who have nothing to do with it will stay away!"

The couple at the wonton stand were still squatting there, still holding wontons in their hands. Facing the secret spy fans around them, they didn't have the slightest fear, what they had was just a kind of calmness.

The old man sighed and said:

"Let me just say, today's wontons are very home-like."

The down-and-out swordsman was silent.

The old man said again:

"Everyone has his own way, and everyone has his own destiny because of his identity. Tell me, have you ever regretted it since I found you?"

"There's nothing to regret, it's their own fate."

"Yeah, it's their own fate. I don't like the Zhao family."

"I don't like it either."

"But I'm a dry person. It doesn't make sense. They are willing to sacrifice their lives for Dagan. The two of us can continue to be ecstatic, chic and unrestrained. There is no such reason, really no such reason."

"It doesn't make sense."

The secret agent's fan hasn't stepped forward to arrest him yet.

When the two couples looked at each other and smiled, black blood flowed from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and their bodies had lost the slightest vitality.

Obviously, they poisoned the wontons they made for themselves.

They may be silver armored guards who have been lurking in the country of Yan for a long time, but they may have discovered something wrong with their online and offline channels recently, causing them to prepare for their own destiny.

Fresh blood has already dripped into the bowl containing the wontons, rippling away, and the clear wonton soup has fainted with blood.

old man far away,

took a deep breath,

call,

There is an inside taste.