Xu Xiaozhang was very annoyed... He didn't know why since he entered the royal world, every officer and soldier he met would think that he was a bad person... He was at least a person on the list and a master in the world.

Not to mention that he was often exploited and inspected when he entered the city, he had encountered the second misunderstanding that this time was a life-threatening misunderstanding.

In comparison, the betrayal of the three gangsters by him seems very unattractive... Without it, people from the world will not let others control it at will... This is a tradition, and it is also a rule... so he understands it.

.........

At the same time, Yan State...

The afterglow of the sunset gently floats on the endless sea surface, and layered waves tirelessly sweep the reefs that are eroded by day and night and appear to be a little bare and smooth. Above the reef are spliced ​​with regular and long wooden boards supported by four giant logs. At the end of this wooden board about a hundred meters long stands a neatly carved old stone tablet. Four large gold-inlaid characters shine alone with the seal of the sunset - Floating Life Pier.

Fusheng Wharf was once the most prosperous wharf in Dongling, but after several times of tides, it was finally left in the long river of time, becoming a place where few people care about the sea to watch. However, above the wharf, there were two rows of guards waiting respectfully. At the front of the team, two middle-aged men in brocade clothes stood side by side facing the sea. The slight difference was that one middle-aged man had a little bloated body due to his weight and the other was upright.

"So many years have passed, and the Lord still refuses to let that person go." The bloated middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and looked ahead, and he was silent for a long time before he could say a stupid word.

"Slay the grass without eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will grow again." The tall man raised his mouth slightly, and he put his hand behind his back as if he was disdainful. "For so many years, that person has long become a thorn in his prime. Since he is like a thorn in his throat, how can he achieve hegemony with peace of mind?"

"What about you?" The bloated middle-aged man turned his head, stared at the sarcastic man on his side, and asked seriously, "You Qian, you were from Yan, do you regret it now?"

The middle-aged man called "小光" sneered even more, and said coldly: "General Qu Lang, who is in his position and has no other idea of ​​planning his politics."

General Qu Lang sighed softly, turned his head away, and looked at the sunset at the end of the sea in a solemn manner. After a while, he felt relieved as if he was relieved and said slowly: "You go, come."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Yan turned around, tapped his toes lightly, and disappeared into the afterglow of the sunset in the blink of an eye.

"If you live like a floating life, if you die like a rest." At the moment when the last ray of light was shrouded in the darkness, Qu Lang closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead tiredly, and said softly, "You go back and report your life too."

Just as the guard behind him showed a blank expression on his face and was about to ask questions, a black figure suddenly emerged from the dark reef, bowed to the direction of General Qu Lang from afar, and then hid in the guard's horror. The night gradually spread into the depths of the Dongling City, and the moonlight gently climbed onto the branches, and a rich aroma of wine floated out from the depths of an unknown alley. A burly man sat alone on the stone pier in front of an ordinary household by the alley, carrying a bottle of strong wine in his hand and poured it into his mouth unrestrainedly.

, from time to time, the last drop was poured into his mouth, the burly man's eyelids shook, his arm suddenly waved, and the wine bottle came out of his hand, rolling out a curve in the air, and swept towards the corner of the alley. At the same time, a figure with a strong breath appeared at the corner of the alley under the faint moonlight, stretched out his right hand and grabbed the wine bottle steadily. You Qian put the wine bottle on the wine bottle, closed his eyes and sniffed it slightly, frowned, and said to the burly man: "Wine is a good wine, it's a pity."

Upon hearing this, the burly man laughed heartily, "I thought it would be General Qu Lang who came here in person." You Qian nodded without comment, put down the wine bottle, saluted the burly man respectfully, and said respectfully: "General Fan Wuqi, I have long admired the general's power. I am so lucky to see him today."

Fan Wuqi, the former general of the Tiger Ben of Jin, once led 10,000 troops north to help Yan resist the Northern Di, and broke 100,000 and became famous in one battle.

"Don't say anything polite, I know what you are here to do... what's your name?"

"Uncle...you Qian."

"You Qian..." The burly man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, raised his eyebrows, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly: "Is this your own decision or the adult's decision?"

"It was a certain decision... This move will definitely break the Jin Dynasty's dominance." You Qian still bowed respectfully. "No matter how that lord did, he would never want to kill the general."

"I asked a stupid question, Master, I am superficial." The burly man smiled self-deprecatingly, then took out a bottle of wine from behind. "Since that's the case, even if you don't have a handwriting, you will come to take my life. Therefore, this wine cannot be drunk with you."

You Kuang's lips were slightly pursed, and his handsome and firm face seemed to show a look of hesitation, but he finally said nothing.

"Since Fan left Jin State that year, he had prepared this day. Since the purpose of the You Zhuang Man has made it clear, it is useless to say more." The burly man slowly straightened up, gently brushed off the dust from his clothes, raised his hand and raised the wine bottle to You Kuan, and said slowly, "It's just that you want to kill me, it depends on what I mean."

You Qian was stunned for a moment, and finally bowed to him. Behind him, at the corner of the alley, four figures emerged from the night sky. The four of them were all wearing black masks, standing side by side behind You Qian, silent.

"I knew that one person was defeated by the general." You Qian paused and said loudly with a solemn expression.

"Hahahaha, interesting boy." Fan Wuqi smiled twice.

Before he could finish laughing, Fan Wuqi frowned, and a powerful aura rushed out of the sky. He swung the wine bottle in his hand, and a powerful energy threw it towards You Kuan and others with it. "I hope the general will forgive me." You Kuan had a long sword in his hand. He raised his right hand and a sword energy erupted from the tip of the sword, which dissipated all the energy.

Fan Wuqi left his body with a ray of energy, and felt that his whole body was absorbed by the heaven and earth, and it was difficult to continue. He had to sit cross-legged and stop moving.

A short fight...

You Kuan looked solemn, and he bowed to Fan Wuqi again, raised his head and looked at the sky, and said softly: "It's snowing." A white snowflake slowly fell from the night sky.
Chapter completed!