By the time a few people at the foot of the mountain solved the man in black and rushed over, the forest was empty. There were only some traces left vaguely to make people know that someone had indeed taken the opportunity to help them here.

"Brother, who saved us?" The young woman said curiously. If it weren't for the sudden short arrow, I'm afraid they would have been unable to hold on, let alone the subsequent counterattack. The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Although the people of the Clan are in power now, there are also many Apocalypse people with passionate hearts."

The young woman nodded and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I didn't know my benefactor."

The middle-aged man said, "Take all the short arrows from those men in black away. There are very few people from the Northern Jin Dynasty who use crossbows. Don't cause trouble for your benefactor."

"Yes, brother." The woman nodded and turned around to call someone to do business. They didn't have much time and wanted to leave here as soon as possible.

When the group left, Yun Yi and Chu Ling stood in a distance and looked at the place where there was no one left with only one corpse. Yun Yi said, "You are relieved now, are you?" Yun Yi was a little unhappy. He felt that those people were rare chivalrous in order to make the death of the Old General Xie, but this girl was not at ease with them. She was really... seriously suspicious!

Chu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Let's go quickly, too."

Yun Yi said: "Don't I have to carry you?"

Chu Ling smiled, "He has recovered, go back and ask about your old general Xie."

Yun Yi was stunned for a moment and muttered in a low voice: "What's my old general Xie! The old general Xie has been persistent in resisting the people of the Clan, which is the hope that everyone wants. If it weren't for Baili Qinghong's traitor..."

Chu Ling shook his head and ignored him and walked quickly towards the direction of the small town.

Shortly after the two returned to the city, news of martial law was heard across the city. However, the people of Northern Jin in the city obviously did not think that the people of Central Plains who had killed their own people would fall into the trap and run to the city, so there was no large-scale search in the city. However, there were more soldiers patrolling the streets, and more people beat southern slaves. Obviously, the arrogant people vented the anger of their compatriots' murder on the slaves who were unable to resist.

Chu Ling curled up in an inconspicuous corner of the trouble, listening to people not far away talking. This place seemed to have a strange atmosphere. There were obviously many people from the Central Plains, but all the people in the Central Plains were doing their own things with numb expressions, or lowered their heads humbly and dared not speak. On the contrary, as a few people, the people of the Clan, sat there talking and talking, looking down on the storm.

This is really an abnormal world. Chu Ling thought to himself.

Not far away, a man from the tribe was drinking and suddenly said, "I don't know what the apocalypse young faces are good, they actually attach so much importance to them."

The person sitting opposite him laughed and said, "What else is there? You should be careful when you speak. That's the man of the Lingchuan County Lord. I heard that the Lingchuan County Lord is very tough."

The man sneered disdainfully: "Isn't it just a coward who is afraid of death and surrendering? Will the uncle be afraid of him?"

The people around him shook their heads and said, "You're drunk too much." Although they really looked down on the little white face raised by the Lord of Lingchuan County, they were the husband of the Lord of Lingchuan County and the son-in-law of His Highness Ming. How could they afford to offend ordinary soldiers?

The man was indeed a little drunk, and the dissatisfaction seemed to finally burst out. "It was all that little white-faced. If he hadn't kept those traitors, how could the warriors of our tribe be killed by a few southerners?!" The man next to him sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder, "We know that your brother is also inside, but the Baili person grabbed the old man, and the boss was afraid that he would want to reward him. What can we do?"

The man said fiercely: "When the Lingchuan County Lord dislikes that little white face, I must..."

Disgusted? The Lord of Lingchuan County and Baili Qinghong have been married for almost ten years. I heard that their relationship is good. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to come out to lead the army.

"What must be done?" A somewhat cold voice came from behind several people.

Chu Ling raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Baili Qinghong who was walking from not far away. These people sat in broad daylight and talked loudly. Baili Qinghong obviously heard it.

I just took a quick look on the street before, but now I got closer, Chu Ling saw Baili Qinghong more clearly.

Baili Qinghong should be in his twenties this year. It was the time when a man was in his prime. He was wearing a silver-gray brocade dress, and although he was low-key, he could not hide the luxury of the nobles. His handsome face flew into his temples, and his cold eyes seemed like a cold star. Chu Ling really couldn't imagine the style of the young and famous Apocalypse who became famous in such a cold and noble man.

He couldn't help but compare him with Jun Wuhuan whom he had just seen a few days ago. In terms of appearance, Jun Wuhuan should be even better. However, Jun Wuhuan was weak and pale in his face. Although he was not weak, Chu Ling's aesthetic really favored the cold man in front of him. There was no way, the blood fox was ashamed of thousands of handsome men, but he had no resistance to those iceberg-shaped abstinence systems. The more iceberg it was, the more she wanted to flirt with. But the one in front of him... can be seen from afar and cannot be played with. Blood fox also has requirements for the character of the handsome man. Maybe one day she will face this handsome man with sword.

Chu Ling was imagining for a moment, Baili Qinghong had already walked to the few people who were making a fuss. His pace was neither fast nor slow, but it made people feel a sense of pressure inexplicably.

Several men of the tribe obviously felt the pressure and immediately stood up. The drunk man even involuntarily pressed his hand on the waist knife around his waist. Baili Qinghong seemed to have not seen his movements, staring at the man's face indifferently and said, "You haven't said it yet, what must be done?"

The person next to him quickly pulled out a somewhat stiff smile and persuaded, "He was sad that his brother died and drank a few more bowls. Please don't know the ordinary person."

Chu Ling thought this was interesting. He was sad about his brother's death. How did his brother die? Wasn't Baili Qinghong's death not killed those Central Plains people in time? It seems that Baili Qinghong's status in the Northern Jin Dynasty was indeed a bit embarrassing, so that even a small ten-husband who had no power dared to say something unknown in front of him.

Baili Qinghong obviously understood it, but he was not moved or guilty.

His eyes fell on the drunk man, "Are you not convinced?"

"So what if I don't accept it?" the man gritted his teeth.
Chapter completed!