"If you make a joke, you should talk about serious matters." Thirteen pointed at the table with his fingers and said seriously, "Xiao Ming, do you have any conspiracy or intention? Forget it, I don't care what you are going to do. Let's make the words clear here today."

"What do I need to do next? No matter whether you want to be the leader of the martial arts world or plan to rebel, just speak up and don't go around the corner, I will definitely help."

Zhang Yanming was not surprised: "Do you know everything?"

Thirteen shook his head and said, "It's not all that I know. I just guessed that I can't live without leaving any other person. I know that one life is not enough for you to spend so much effort to save it once or twice. I guess I have played an important role in your plan, right?"

In the impression of being in a devil, the retrograde meridians in Thirteen were about the end of the martial arts life. He had seen many seniors who were careless in practicing martial arts before, and their cultivation for most of their lives was directly abolished. At the very least, they could only hide for three or five years, hoping to recover to the best level, and at the worst, they would die directly. Those who survived by chance could only retreat to the world and become an ordinary person.

"If I say it's about our feelings, do you believe it?"

"Don't say it's so disgusting, okay? What do you mean by thoughts and feelings? I don't want to have a strange relationship with you." Shisan frowned and felt very disgusted. "With your ability, even if you pass on all your strength to me, I can't cure the injury I suffered this time. Moreover, my consciousness was a little restored during the healing process. I vaguely felt that the person in front of me was a little familiar, but it was definitely not you."

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yanming's dry cheeks immediately swelled up, rubbed them a few times, and his pale face returned to a rosy and elastic state: "I am worthy of being an old man. Even if I am seriously injured and unconscious, I can still maintain such a strong will."

Such praise does not make people feel proud. Thirteen snatched the blood in his nostrils: "Stop flattering, hurry up and make it clear. Lin is hungry and wants to go out for dinner."

Zhang Yanming said: "Actually, it's not as complicated as you think. Now it's infatuated and meridian reversal is not difficult for some people. The composition of internal strength is very simple. Even if your whole body's cultivation is ruined, just find someone with higher skills than you and spend some skills to handle it easily."

"As for the person you see is my boss, although those women may also save you, the effect is definitely not as good as if I were to ask top experts to help you. Alas... just to help you, I have to owe someone favors, and this kind of debt is the most difficult to pay back."

"Stop talking nonsense." Thirteen seemed extremely impatient and stood up and prepared to go out.

At this moment, he was unwilling to believe anything Zhang Yanming said. There was another reason why he was so anxious. He was so hungry.

It was mainly because during the recovery of the injury, most of the physical strength was consumed, and Zhang Yanming was verbose, which made him lose his patience.

"Don't worry, this wave of brotherly love has not been finished yet." Zhang Yanming grabbed Thirteen and pulled him back to his seat. "This matter is a long story, and it involves many people..."

"Then stop talking... let go!!"

Zhang Yanming ignored it and secretly grabbed Thirteen's belt, raised his chin slightly, and said worriedly, "It's all the evils I've done before..."

"You are messing around outside and you want me to wipe your butt?"

Generally speaking, a man starts with "the evil he committed in the past", and the next thing he must be to meet the daughter of the fate, with a very affectionate but because of force majeure, and finally the story of a child who has a posthumous heart.

Thirteen sat on the chair helplessly, not that he couldn't break free, but that when he was fighting Ming You, he had to live up to the heavy burden. If he tear him hard, he would probably be overwhelmed.

After Zhang Yanming was ready to have a good mood, he used a very slow voice, but all his emotions, saying: "I was back then..."

"It's true..." Thirteen lamented in his heart.

The next thing is probably because I abandoned my good friend and now I am embarrassed to face my children, so I can only find an intermediary to build a bridge first, explore the atmosphere, and create opportunities for them to reconcile.

Thirteenth is the most unbearable scene... He also has to be a spiritual mentor, pretending to be like experiencing all the sadness, pain, love, hate, and hatred in the world, and letting go of everything...

"Meng Family..."

It actually has something to do with the Meng family!? I said, pretending to let me choose freely, but in fact there is only the option of Yangzhou. I had no relationship with the Meng family before. Now, as soon as I boarded the Meng family's boat, he jumped out.

Alas...it's so easy to guess.

Thirteen pressed his hand against his chin, and seemed to listen to Zhang Yanming's speech very seriously, and was already waiting in his heart to complain about his terrible story.

“…and the Tang family…”

Oh, there are two?

"... We worked together to create a very strange mechanism called the Blood Armored Soldier, which is the four next to Miss Meng's carriage today."

Zhang Yanming finally put up a complete sentence, but the message of this sentence surprised Thirteen times: "They are really not humans? I thought they killed too many people, and their death aura was too heavy to cover up the breath of a stranger, but... the mechanism is too flexible, right?"

The organist seems wonderful, but it is still something that acts according to the gears inside the body. No matter how it looks like a human, it can only act according to some well-developed rules.

If the four blood-armored soldiers guarding the carriage today were machine-manned people, how they can recognize the way and automatically attack it is not like the machine can do it unless... someone inside is manipulating it.

Thirteen couldn't help but remember the mechanical beasts in the Ling family prison. There were real people in it. The blood-armored soldiers looked like they were eight feet tall, but they were just enough to stuff them into that pair of armor. In this way, the blood-armored soldiers were only a relatively strong soldier. Where did they come from?

Zhang Yanming returned to normal words and said, "When the Anshi Rebellion came to the middle, the personnel of various forces suffered heavy losses and could only be equal to the foreign enemies. It was still difficult to drive them out, so the superiors asked everyone to think of some ways to deal with the enemy."

"Everyone gathered ideas and came up with many ways. Among them, the martial gods came up with the basic mental method, while the Meng family and the Tang family worked together to drive the bleeding armored soldiers, a kind of strong and powerful military man on the battlefield. Under Yang Lie's dispatch, the blood armored soldiers were all invincible and swept across the side."

Thirteen said: "It sounds great. People cannot be resurrected when they die. People in the agency can repair them if they are broken. This method is used to reduce combat losses, which is worth promoting to the entire army."

"Indeed, using dead objects instead of living people to save lives is a very good way. As long as there are enough materials, there will be a steady stream of blood-armored soldiers on the battlefield. Even if the victory of a battle cannot be decided, it will still have a great impact on the situation."

"But, do you know why the blood-armored soldiers have been maintained at 3,000 people, and there is no more?" In the candlelight, Zhang Yanming's eyes were very strange, as if they were afraid, afraid, but a little disgusted and hated.

Thirteen didn't think much: "Because of some material?"

He is not very good at manual work, but he still knows the principle that such a magical organist must use very special materials, otherwise he would directly process it day and night to create a 100,000 or a million organ army. No matter how many enemies he has, he would definitely be buried.

"Yes." Zhang Yanming nodded, "The most important material for creating blood-armored soldiers is... a child!"

"!"

[End of this chapter]
Chapter completed!