Outside the humble room, there was a mess, and every pair of eyes shone with a greedy luster.

The middle-aged woman desperately protected the money in her arms, but she could not resist the number of people. She was not only robbed, but also punched and kicked, covered with scars.

"My money, this is all my money. Do you still have the heart? You beasts! I'll give me my money!"

The middle-aged woman desperately took back her money despite the scars on her body, and shouted hysterically.

Others were robbing money with red eyes, afraid that they would be one step slower.

For this reason, some people are fighting.

From a distance, the lively and bloody scenes make people creepy in the blue sky and the sun, and are even more terrifying than the moment when the hundred ghosts walk at night.

Chu Yue seemed to have expected it and looked over with no surprise.

Compared to the luxury of fame and fortune, only poor mountains and rivers can fully interpret the evil nature of human nature.

Wei Fangzhou next to her was disappointed, her red and turbid eyes were flowing down a line of hot tears, and she even felt that the sunlight outside the house was so dazzling that she was at a loss.

Wei Fangzhou picked up half a pot of wine on the ground, took a sip, and said bitterly: "The conscience is really cheap, it can be exchanged for a few taels of money, which is cheap and sad."

Chu Yue looked at Wei Fangzhou in grief and said lightly: "I am so poor that I am desperate that I will do anything to make a few taels of money. People who are hungry can also kill and set fire for a bite of food."

If a man does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth.

Chu Yue smiled slightly, and had been accustomed to it for a long time.

Wei Fangzhou turned his head and looked at the girl's side face in surprise.

It is obvious that he is not old, but his words are all sophisticated and calm.

It seems that I have suffered from the coldness of the world, and the warmth and coldness of the world have also accumulated the changes of the world.

That kind of maturity and detachment shouldn't have appeared in such a young woman.

Wei Fangzhou wanted to speak but stopped.

The girl in front of me is very similar to Mu Qinghuang back then.

They all have the iron blood of soldiers and the heroic posture of men who are as good as men.

But she was a little more ruthless and free and easy than Mu Qinghuang.

"Fang Niang."

Yuan Ye's face was filled with smiles, and he disappeared from his previous arrogance. He said kindly like a relative: "You said you are Miss Ye's subordinate, and you don't know how to say it earlier."

Wei Fangzhou looked cold and sneered, "Get down."

"Yuan will not disturb you. Let's get out of here. Just say anything you have to ask, Yuan will be waiting outside."

Yuan Ye smiled, but said, turning over and rolling out with his men.

"Xiao Yue'er, how to deal with this thing?"

Leng Qingshuang inserted the short knife into the scabbard and lifted up the blood-drenched adopted daughter on the ground.

"Take it out and die for yourself." Chu Yue said indifferently.

"Mom...Mom save me..." the girl said whimperingly.

When Wei Fangzhou heard the girl's plea, he was unmoved and did not contain any sympathy.

After Leng Qingshuang threw the girl out, there were no outsiders in the humble room.

Chu Yue looked at Mu Qinghuang's painting on the wall, and her heart was slightly touched.

The painting of Mu Qinghuang is riding a black and golden unicorn, holding a red god sword in his hand, wearing armor and a helmet.

Even if the drawing paper is outdated, it still cannot cover up the sharpness of the sword.

Chu Yue took a breath and held Wei Fangzhou's hand, "Aunt Fang, go back to Zhenbei Army. Now the Shenwu Empire is prosperous and needs Aunt Fang."

In an instant, Wei Fangzhou burst into tears and slowly lowered his head, and did not rush to answer Chu Yue's words.

for a long time.

Wei Fangzhou brought the broken knife he was carrying, put it on the table, and sighed: "On the day when your mother died, I returned home triumphantly from the battlefield in the southern border. When I learned about this, I fainted in pain, and the Red Sun Sword also broke."

"Xiao Chu, for a soldier, she is just a waste without weapons. Even if she returns to the battlefield, she can't wait for the day when the knife is unsheathed."

Because... the sword cuts the person and the soldiers of the past have become guests from a foreign land.
Chapter completed!