Chen Feng asked himself crazy.

If the soul-drawing man is really the master of restraining the relationship.

Then the three-member Soul-Suppressing Envoy team that had not yet reported was very likely to be targeted by him.

In Chen Ping's eyes, the Thirty Soul Soldier is an excellent "material".

Chen Feng suppressed his confusion and went to ask Huanhong, and he knew that Master Lianrong had a soul-kicking technique.

Huanhong shook her head and said she didn't know how to do it. When the master taught her, she only had the "medical beauty" fingering, the soul was obsessed with cause and effect, and the dough explosion that incorporated the magic pill energy was all a method she had figured out after all.

Huanhong's words made Chen Feng feel the last glimmer of hope in his heart. He hoped that Chen Ping, who was shown in the Yin-Yang Book, was just the same name and surname.

However, these resentful souls are all from Dingcheng to the border.

And that direction.

If you circle a straight line in a range, it is exactly in the direction of Reed Town.

The three-person team of Soul-Suppressing Commanders who have not yet reported the soul-retaining command is also within the straight line of that range.

Chen Ping displayed in the Yin-Yang Book is a suspicion of Chen Ping in Luwei Town, and it has deepened again.

The plan to pay tribute to Luwei Town a few days later had to be advanced.

Huanhong couldn't wait. The Lord of Gu Diao died in the Four Sacred Mountains, and the King of Gu Diao was far away in Kyoto. The trip to Linshan was a once-in-a-lifetime great opportunity. He sneaked back to Linshan and used the technique of Master Lianrong to rescue the fox clan. For Huanhong, this kind of opportunity is hard to come by.

Chen Feng also had this idea.

By the way, you can also check the truth that the three-member Soul-Supervising Team has not reported for a long time.

Chen Feng told Cao Guangxiao what he thought.

Cao Guangxiao refused in his heart. Qiu Chen, a master of souls, came in a total of three. Chen Feng left for a few days. The number of resentful souls that had accumulated may have increased again. However, when he thought of his soul-calling efficiency, he felt relieved again.

What's more, Luwei Town is Chen Feng's hometown, and he is the only normal person left to die. It is reasonable to go to the memorial service this time.

Furthermore, Cao Guangxiao also wanted to figure out why the Soul-Suppressing Envoy group had not returned and wanted to send two groups of troops to Chen Feng to move forward together, but Chen Feng refused.

Thinking of Chen Feng's mysterious skills, Cao Guangxiao wanted to speak but stopped. When he wanted to remind him to be careful, he finally turned into a cold saying, "You are still guilty, go and come back early, otherwise you will be severely punished."

A sinful body?

Then you still let Chen Feng go out of the city, not even a person in charge?

Cao Guangxiao, Cao Guangxiao, you can say that you are not punishing severely. You can just say that you are worried about Chen Feng’s safety.

Double horses, lightweight and simple travel.

Chen Feng and Huanhong had not yet left the city, but they found that the city gate was martial law. Not only did they have to be fully searched, but they also had to be controlled in numbers. It was much stricter than when they entered the city the first day. Not only were there people from the city defense camp, but also fully armed soldiers in Tanzhou. It seems that the Jigu Sect rebelled and the general was stabbed, causing Dingcheng to enter the stage of full military control.

There are not many people leaving the city, and it can be said that there are almost no one. Who is willing to leave the city at this time?

The people entering the city were crowded into a vast sea of ​​people, and were blocked by the city guards. Some people dared to emerge, and the Tanzhou army behind them drew their swords and beheaded.

A few heads fell to the ground, which intimidated the refugees who wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rush into the city.

Not everyone can enter the city. Those who want to enter the city but not the identity is second. Depending on their value, those who can enter the city at this time are all wealthy families, so they can even scrape off a layer of flesh and blood.

A large number of poor refugees were only concerned about escaping from disasters and could not eat enough to eat, so they could not stay outside the city gate.

Since I was unable to take refuge in the city, I was unwilling to set up a temporary residence outside the city wall and didn't want to go far.

After all, there are heavy troops in Dingcheng, and the Jigu Sect is not able to attack for the time being. Under the city wall and above the high wall, the bright spear and the arrow reflecting the sunlight have become synonymous with a sense of security at this time.

The prefecture was also happy to see it, and even transported craftsmen to help build the materials. As long as you don’t go to the city, the prefecture’s mercy that loves the people as much as your son can give unlimited charity.

There are even recruiting troops from the Tanzhou Army in the refugee camp.

There are more refugees than the city gates that want to enter the city.

Being a soldier can eat enough, and his family can enter the city. He will still have two taels of silver when he is killed in battle. For refugees, it is worth it.

During the chaos, the least valuable thing is human life. The refugees died in battle, which is not as good as the salary of the Soul Master Land Lord.

In addition, the private camps are not only equipped with medical officials, but also a large porridge shed for every day.

The current situation of the refugees who cannot eat enough, cannot starve to death, is also the current situation of the people of Tanzhou.

After a while, if you continue to be in chaos, you will probably be the stage of starving all over the ground, changing your sons and eating, and adding a new grave to the side of the deserted tomb.

The chaos in the world is a glimpse of the inside and outside of the small city gate.

The inner city is full of peace, and the wealthy families are rich and smelly of wine and meat.

The outer city is withered and the poor and poor people cannot eat.

At the city gate, there are layers of exploited ghosts.

A city gate is like a gate of ghosts.

Entering the city is heaven, and leaving the city is a ghost.

Chen Feng and Huanhong were walking slowly at this time, walking between the "ghost creatures".

It is difficult for others to enter and exit the city gate.

For Chen Feng, it is so simple that he can ignore the existence of the city gate guards.

With the magical skills of the dream, the city gate guards didn't know that they had made way out of the passage.

"Brother and sister, please give me a stutter." The half-grown girl, her voice was weak, her hair was unkempt, her face was dizzy, and her eyes were only bright.

She stopped Chen Feng, Huanhong went to the road, and knelt on the ground with a thud. She first kowtowed three times, and then looked up at the two of them.

Huanhong's nose felt sore. She remembered her experience when she fled. She empathized with her, pulled her up, took off the package from her horse, took out the dry food and handed it over.

Just as he was about to stuff the silver again, Chen Feng stopped him.

Chen Feng shook his head and whispered: "Just give her food, give her money, you want to kill her."

Huanhong suddenly realized.

The refugees around saw the girl asking for something and rushed up.

They were not snatching Chen Feng and Huanhong, but they wanted to snatch the steamed buns in the girl's hands.

Chen Feng pulled the girl behind him, stood in front of her, and didn't say anything, biting her cheeks and staring at the refugees.

The refugees did not dare to look at Chen Feng, their fearful eyes were full of dodging, and their bodies couldn't help but squat down.

Chen Feng sighed in his heart, divided all the dry food in his package, and saw that the refugees were all focused on the steamed buns in his hands.

Chen Feng then turned around, blocked his body, and stuffed an apple into the girl's cuff.

The girl was obviously stunned, covered her sleeves, looked up at Chen Feng and blinked.

The girl's eyes seemed to be filled with stars at this moment.

"Eat quietly, don't let people discover it." Chen Feng picked the grass roots on the girl's head, smoothed her hair, turned his head and broke his mouth, "Fuck Dashun."

A very disrespectful act.

But who cares?

Chen Feng no longer stayed and led his horse to travel far away with Huanhong.

The girl looked at Chen Feng's back and after a long time, she disappeared.

She took out the apple cuff and wiped it, sniffed a bite of the fruit fragrance intoxication, and bite the bulging bite, the juice burst out and the fruity fragrance was scented.

At this time, you can still eat fresh fruits, which is more rare than eating meat.

after all.

Human flesh.

It's also meat.

The refugees around them, the madness in their eyes, turned into swords. The refugees who had just divided the dried food in the old wind were closest to them. The smell of fruity smell made them completely lose their minds.

Like crazy, he rushed towards the girl.

In their eyes, the girl is an apple.

Eating her is like eating an apple.

The girl finished the apple in three mouthfuls, her cheeks were bulging, and she stared at her eyes and didn't swallow it, so she kept her mouth full of her mouth.

She twisted her neck.

The ten fingers crossed, and the waves undulate and moved their wrists a few times.

A shadow suddenly appeared between her raising her hand, between her index finger and middle finger.

The shadow dagger style has no entity, and it looks like the soul of a dagger.

Facing the refugees who rushed over frantically.

The girl's eyes were calm, her cheeks were bulging, her arms were waving, and she was strolling in the garden.

In the garden.

The bloody mist and rain turned into jet-shaped watering columns, forming two arched semi-ring blood fences strangely.

Behind her.

He was full of refugees who were covering his neck without knowing how to cover his neck, and his eyes were crazy, and he kept his forward rushing posture.

Girl's fingertip shadow blade.

Wave like the wind and cut like rain.

Without any movement.

The girl puffed her cheeks and walked slowly, keeping her steady steps, either slow or slow.
To be continued...