"Even if the Jigu Sect has the so-called Holy Son Legion, it is not enough to see the 300,000 Zhenxi Army. Their backyard is in chaos. Why doesn't the King of Zhenxi see any movement? Even if the border army cannot interfere in the military and political affairs of the prefectures without authorization, the war has become like this. He is still very stable and deserves to be a veteran who cannot defend himself."

Chen Feng muttered secretly, and thought to himself: The emperor of Kyoto is also calm. The king's army is not sent, and the border troops are not in harmony, as if they are setting up a long line to catch big fish.

Chen Feng's heart was slightly moved, as if he had a clue, a joke of rebellion, a slow state prefecture, a calm border army, and a quiet royal family. Then, it seemed unreasonable time nodes. After thinking about it carefully, he was a little deliberate indulging.

It’s not that the royal self-directed and acted by myself, I’m against my own drama… Chen Feng laughed at himself in his heart and was amused by his own thoughts… In the land of Tanzhou, there are millions of people. Dashun Chaozhen regards this as a "cinema". If it’s not for the far-reaching plan, it would be really not far from the Imperial Chao.

After Chen Feng summarized the life of Jigu teachings, he learned about the whole story of the rebellion, and then looked at the life of the Tanzhou Army.

At this glance, his brows obviously frowned subconsciously.

The state army suppressed the rebellion, but it did not distinguish between the enemy and us.

The massacre of cities and villages did not leave any living entries. Among the military achievements, most of the people were vagrants, who were under the banner of quelling rebellion and doing traitors?

Why did the local army in the Dashun Dynasty become so decayed?

No wonder the general of Tanzhou suppressed bandits, and the more he suppressed the bandits, the more he became more and more chaotic.

No wonder Jigu Sect can become more and more powerful in such a play.

The people have no way to survive, and officials force the people to rebel.

The strangest thing is that the state army killed people and secretly collected corpses and sold them for money.

If Chen Feng hadn't been able to prostitute a life, no one would know such a secret matter.

The transaction of human teeth is in normal perception. If you don’t have a living corpse, it’s the first time you encounter it.

Whoever is most enthusiastic about corpses in this world is naturally the lineage of the corpse-carrying man.

They have a secret method of refining corpses, which can refine corpses to help transport corpses, do odd jobs, and block disasters.

Even so, because of the zombie tribe of the previous dynasty, the corpse puppets of the carriage carrying corpse are strictly registered in the Dashun government, and the corpse puppets that are issued with official signatures can only be active in the Dashun Dynasty.

Like Chen Feng's Damao and Ermao, strictly speaking, belong to the black householder and were discovered by the people in the Demon Slave Hall, and the risk of human destruction.

Chen Feng didn't deal with the corpse-carrying man. The only time was when he went to the Life and Death Ruins. Zhongli slandered Uncle No. 5's money and wanted to kill someone. Chen Feng killed him with a secret method of corpse refining. He knew that the ancestor of the corpse-carrying man behind him was a boneless body. He also knew that the bronze corpse he refined was a coroner during his lifetime.

It is difficult to judge whether the person who bought the corpse from the state army is a lineage of the corpse-carrying man.

At least the life of the resentful soul of the state army, no one was involved in the back of the corpse.

Everything originated from Chen Feng's contact with the corpse refining, which then caused the conjecture.

Suppose that the corpse buyer is from the lineage of the corpse-carrying man, and buying so many corpses to refine, the purpose is very impure.

Things in Tanzhou are really messy the more you look at them.

Chen Feng felt that he was touching his mind, and then he sprang to find other clues. It seemed that everyone was going to come to this acre of three-point land to get into a leg, and the mystery was increasing.

It is also a shame to eat melons and become muggles.

Chen Feng rubbed his temples, got up, opened the window and breathed in the cold air at night to wake up the mind.

There was a knock on the door outside the door of Tutu.

"Come in, the door latch is not inserted."

With a creaking sound, Huanhong pushed the door and entered.

She was dressed in a simple and light dress, deliberately dressed casually and ordinary, and was undoubtedly dressed like an ordinary woman.

But it is hard to hide her beautiful figure.

The concave and convexity of ordinary clothes on her body gave her a kind of light that would not hide her beauty.

This is a woman who can't help but look at her even more, no matter how she deliberately covers up her ugly face.

"I saw that the lights in your house were on for a long time, and I knew you were not sleeping. Today I worked hard for a whole day and had no time. I was tired. I cooked a bowl of millet porridge, which was sweet but not greasy. I remember that you loved eating the most when you were a child."

Huanhong smiled slightly, dimples bloomed in spring, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyebrows and eyes conveyed emotions.

Chen Feng's feeling of fatigue was immediately wiped out.

The so-called beautiful and delicious food is just like that.

It was my predecessor when I was a child... Chen Feng felt a sense of absurdity that I had turned my own green.

He took the bowl of Huanghong porridge, thanked him, drank it in one breath, stretched his elbow and stretched out his elbow, "I want it."

"It's true, just like when I was a child, I'll drink millet porridge to make you anxious. Who's like you robbed?" Huanhong's fingers wrapped around Bai Juan, raised his hand, and gently wiped the porridge stains on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth with Bai Juan's corner.

This action is natural and serious, and the tenderness in Huanhong's eyes is faintly filled with anger.

Chen Feng couldn't help but ring in his mind... The echo of the man riding a bamboo horse around the bed to play with the green plums.

Ever since he learned that Chen Feng was a braid from Luwei Town, Huanhong inadvertently revealed Xiaomao's behavior.

The five years she spent in Luwei Town were the happiest years she had except when she was young in Linshan before she was ten years old.

There is a family of masters who are regarded as having a teaching from Dun Dun.

Someone cried and said he wouldn't play with you anymore, but in a blink of an eye he was wearing tears and sharing his food.

There was a neighbor who was chasing people with a feather duster, who was so angry that he scolded the little bastard, and in a blink of an eye he was amused by the smell of snacks.

Beautiful years, goodbye to my childhood playmates, and I feel a natural sense of intimacy.

Chen Feng's eyes were shining white, Huanhong's chest was slightly undulating as he breathed. The majestic curve reminded him of the indulgence of Huanhonglou that night.

The familiar orchid body fragrance penetrated into Chen Feng's nostrils like an ant, which was so itchy.

He subconsciously squirted and looked up and met Huanhong Yingying's smiling eyes.

Huanhong chuckled slightly, pointed her finger at Chen Feng's forehead and pushed it gently, and a smile on the corner of her mouth turned into a spring breeze and rain.

"That...I think." Chen Feng just opened his mouth, the fragrance entered his nose, and a trace of softness came from the tip of his lips.

Huanhong pressed her fingers against Chen Feng's lips, and her eyebrows were filled with anger.

With these charming eyes, the temperature of Huanhong's fingertips came from the tip of her lips, which was so itchy.

Four eyes are opposite.

Huanhong's eyes became soft and filled with warm water.

At this time, silence is better than sound.

A heat spread in the air.

Chen Feng raised his hands slightly and slowly walked around Huanhong's waist.

Time seems to be slow at this moment.

"ah……"

Huanhong avoided Chen Feng's hand like an electric shock, and Bai Juan covered her face and took three steps back.

"Who is it? The ghost is screaming in the middle of the night." Chen Feng wanted to tear the person who spoke outside. Seeing that the rabbit who was about to get was shocked, no one was in a hurry.

"I still have to wash dishes, you can do it first." Huanhong spoke quickly, opened the door, ran out of Chen Feng's room as if he was running away, and even forgot to take the bowl of millet porridge on the table.

Chen Feng was furious and went out to check.

The place where the exclamation was between the two courtyards that opened the courtyard wall.

There are temporary stables.

The Night-time Soul-Suppressing Envoy is already in control of the field.

Cao Guangxiao and others also came to hear the sound.

The horse in the stable was startled and was restlessly shaking its head and pulling the reins.

A man dressed in the pile of forage was being held down by four soul-suppressing envoys and roared against him.

Next to it was a black horse with blood flowing backwards, with four hooves splattering around, and he was breathing.

An ordinary groom, a local helper recruited in the Soul-Suppressing Institute.

Now that he was pressed down by two soul-suppressing envoys, he was still able to move, which shows that he was quite powerful.

A soul-suppressing envoy on the night duty was covering his neck and reporting to Cao Guangxiao.

"Sir, I was on patrol at night. When I walked to the stable, I found that the groom was in a wrong state. He was holding the black horse and roaring. At first I thought it was the groom who wanted to steal the horse. I scolded him twice and was about to capture him. Unexpectedly, he abandoned the black horse and rushed towards me. I lifted the scabbard to block it."

Speaking of this, the soul-suppressing envoy raised his sword and signaled to Cao Guangxiao to see it, pointing to the tooth mark on it and said, "Sir, please see, my scabbard is specially made of cowhide, but he actually bites his teeth mark."

Then, the soul-suppressing envoy turned his head and stretched his neck, revealing his neck, "I didn't expect that the groom was so strong. I accidentally got bitten by him. This groom was crazy, and he wouldn't let go, just like a mad dog in a dog fighting field."

As he spoke, a trace of black blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

The soul-suppressing envoy raised his hand to wipe it. The palm that had covered his neck before was also black blood.

He wiped it and found something was wrong.

The colleagues around him, with caution in their eyes, slowly retreated and began to draw their swords slowly.

The soul-suppressing messed up, rubbing the gushing of black blood, and black silk was squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.

"Why do you rub more and more?" The soul-suppressing envoy muttered, and subconsciously bared his teeth.

His gums were congested, and the color of the red silk was soon replaced by black.
To be continued...