I Am a Magic Sword

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"So I hope you can leave here and avoid being affected!"

After Deng Yifei said these words, he carefully looked at the expressions on the faces of the refugees and looked forward to their response.

"What are we going to leave? We are not the mobs!"

"Yes, we are not the mobs!"

"..."

The refugees who were close to Deng Yifei and who spoke hard did not think that the actions of Shang Jiucheng's Qing mob would have anything to do with them.

"Everyone be quiet, let's be quiet!" Deng Yifei said with a sobbing voice. "The mob and you look the same. I just hope you can stay a little farther away and avoid being affected. I'm just kind!"

Some refugees who still have an eye have frowned, as if thinking about something.

Deng Yifei's words are more obscure, but a slightly smarter refugee should be able to understand the other meanings in his words.

As long as one person understands his meaning, spread the news a little, what to do, whether to go or stay, it is up to these refugees to decide for themselves!

He can't always be in front of the city guards, saying that the city guards will treat you as a mob, and fight together!

With that said, tearing off the shady cloth of Shang Jiucheng, the city guards might flip his face on the spot!

And when he said this, he also glanced at the city guard stationed at the gate.

A captain of the city guard is staring at him with warning eyes...

"Captain, don't you stop him?" a city guard asked softly.

The chief of the city guard shook his head: "That kid wasn't talking nonsense. We did order the mob to be wiped out. The news spread long ago in the city!"

Deng Yifei hurried to the other three gates of Shangjiu City, and after bringing all the words to him, he suddenly felt a lot lighter.

Shang Jiucheng kills refugees. Refugees at the gate are the biggest targets. They are also the most dangerous.

He had just walked out of these refugee camps, and someone stopped him behind his back.

"This lord, can we follow you?"

Deng Yifei turned around. Behind him was a tall, middle-aged man. Some tattered clothes on the tall man looked very fat, as if hanging on him.

"you guys?"

Deng Yifei frowned, he had no plans to take these refugees away.

Deng Yifei knows how much he weighs.

He has more than a hundred pounds of meat, but will not produce food to wrap up these refugees!

"Yes, it's us!"

"how many people?"

The middle-aged man whispered, "More than one hundred!"

"More than a hundred? How could there be so many?"

"More than a hundred people, all with me in a village, fled south for three months, they all listened to me!" The middle-aged man whispered helplessly, "I think you shouldn't lie, you should be reminded by kindness. Ours, so I hope that adults can protect us a little bit. After all, most of us are already very weak, and it is difficult for them to get out of Shangjiu City."

Deng Yifei looked at the man with admiration and felt that the man might not be strong, but he did have some skills.

"No, you have too many people, and my strength is low, it is impossible to take care of you!"

Seeing the man's eyes lost, Deng Yifei leaned closer to his ears and lowered his voice and said, "Shang Jiucheng has this kind of action. It is estimated that the city guards in the nearby city will also learn something!"

"So... what should I do?"

Deng Yifei shook his head and said: "In fact, it is not necessary to escape from the territory of Shang Jiucheng, you can find a remote place to hide for a while, as long as it can last for a while..."

The middle-aged man's eyes lighted up immediately and thanked: "Thank you for your suggestions, thank you for your suggestions!"

"It depends on your luck if you can survive!"

Deng Yifei said nothing more and turned his head to leave.

He is telling the truth, if it is really impossible to leave the boundary of Shangjiu City within two days, hiding in a remote mountain forest is the best way.

If the city guards kill the mob, even if they use the congenital and groundbreaking warriors, they will only let them follow the large army to prevent those who are making trouble in secret. They should not let this kind of master go to the mountains and search every corner. .

As for whether they can escape, it depends on life!

After leaving Shang Jiucheng, Deng Yifei hurried toward Tianyun Gate without hurry.

Along the way, if he meets refugees, he will make a little bit of it. If he encounters a mob robbing food, he will not hesitate to kill these evil people.

Gradually, Deng Yifei found that he had matured a lot.

He also believes that Lord Sword Spirit is right. The villains are those who do evil things. They can no longer go into the reasons why the villains do bad things. As the master of the holy sword, to distinguish the evil people, he should only look at the results, regardless of the reason!

After all, Sword Spirit Lord said it right: if you really go deeper, maybe the nine layers of evildoers in the world may be justified by the bad!

Just like the mob who slaughtered innocent villagers!

He shouldn’t think about it, only use blood and corpses to deter!

In a small city passing by, another thing happened that made Deng Yifei angry. A young, well-dressed warrior was angry and kicked a driver.

It's just that the carriageman's horse stepped on the puddle and stained the warrior's white warrior uniform!

After the City Guard came, Deng Yifei thought that the City Guard should be fair, but he never dreamed that the City Guard would blatantly favor the warrior, and nodded and greeted the young warrior, and then said He let go...

Hearing the passers-by said, the coachman was dead in vain, because the man who killed him was the youngest son of the city master!

Deng Yifei's fingers clasped into his palm, but he still dared not do it!

Because the other party is very strong!

At this moment, Chen Hao sensed his anger and whispered in Deng Yifei’s ear: “Some villains, with your current strength, can’t be killed. You need to be forbearant, and when you have strength, beat them again. Go to hell... I suggest that you can prepare a small book first, write down the names of the villains, and wait until the strength is enough, then come back and kill them!"

Deng Yifei took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. He turned to find a shop selling pens and ink, cut a few stacks of good paper, and asked the shop to bind him into a booklet, and then seriously write on the booklet. The next line is sloppy: "The fifth day of spring February 5321 in the Chinese calendar, Wen Yinqing, the youngest son of the city owner of Wuxian City in the Western Qin Dynasty, killed a carriageman on the street in Wuxian City!"

The middle calendar is the age of the human race, and the southern domain is also used, but it is not very popular. It starts from the human race to drive the monsters and monsters out of the central domain.

Deng Yifei felt that using the Chinese calendar was more formal.

Wen Yinqing's name was heard by Deng Yifei in the city. It should be right!

Deng Yifei hesitated, and then wrote a small line on it: "November 17, winter 5320, the evil wolf village of Luqiu City, West Qin State slaughtered Dengjia Village. This hatred is not common!"