I Am Supreme

Mrs. Yang said safely: "As early as six months ago, I have arranged for my child Yang Qin to go to his grandfather's house. You have also asked, Qianli Road is not too far away, how has it not returned yet?"

"I can answer the question of the husband now. The classmate will not come back; he did not go to his grandfather's house, but... he entered a martial art and became a disciple of the martial art. This is my arrangement. At that time I I am afraid that if you disagree, you will not break the truth. I only hope that one day, the diligent practitioners will come back and explain to you. It seems that... everything is beaten and the Yang family has left a little blood."

"This is also a thing I have done for your family as your wife, Yang Jia."

"call……"

Yang Botao’s long breath spit out. It seems that he has put down a big stone in his heart and is grateful to him: “Thank you for your wife!”

Mrs. Yang looked at Yang Botao and said, "I still don't want to tell me why?"

Yang Botao took a deep breath and seemed to want to say something, but then he swallowed it back and said: "This lady does not have to know. Just as me... Yang Botao suddenly lost his lard, The ghost is fascinated."

His eyes are all painful, saying: "I am Yang Botao's life, I can't hold the nine respects is the first one; you can't live with your wife, it is the second!"

He stood up, his eyes fixed on his wife, and suddenly slammed down and said, "Mrs, I can't help you!"

Mrs. Yang’s forcible tears finally flowed out.

At this time, he still refused to say...

Yang Botao slowly stood up and went out without heading back.

Yang Botao knows that he has no way to go back, he has not turned back!

Mrs. Yang’s tears fell for a long time, and said: “Well, don’t say it without saying it; say, die, don’t say or die. When there is nothing wrong with a confused ghost, why bother to get everything done? understand!"

She picked up a glass of wine and slowly drank it. He murmured: "I wanted to poison this wine. It was a hundred, but... In the end, I still didn't succumb."

"But, on the day of the public trial, let's go to Jiuquan..."

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The night is deep, the sky is whistling, and the wind seems to be getting bigger and bigger.

The cold wind whistled through the air from the whistle, and suddenly it stirred a sharp voice; like a ghost, the involuntary one was the scalp.

Throughout the Tiantang City, countless people are waiting for the dawn.

When it is dawn, it’s time to tell the truth.

The shovel is an exception. He slept early, snoring and snoring, sleeping very sweet, like a dead pig; but the fourth genius passed, but suddenly climbed up and shocked his wife.

"How come so early?"

"There is a big deal today! Raise your spirits and get ready early!"

The shovel was bare-boned, and he jumped up so suddenly. The cold wind blew on the bare chest and blew on his face. When he was on the scene, he was excited, and the only residual drowsiness disappeared without a trace.

The shovel washed his face with cold well water, and quickly dressed his robes neatly, and wiped his face in a mess. "Mrs, I am going to do things."

Not waiting for the lady to answer, she took a big step and went out.

Her wife was wearing a robes and leaning against the door; vaguely felt that the iron shovel was not quite right today, but it was just as usual as usual... As for such a arrogant and decisive battle?

Yes, yes, up!

However, the iron smashed the waist and the sword, the heart was hung on the chest; a body armor, the pro-arms behind him also helped him with the big knife... Where is this going to the DPRK?

It is clearly a stance to kill!

When I first thought of it, I couldn’t help but stunned my mouth. I was about to chase it out and found that the figure of the shovel had disappeared around the corner.

Missed.

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The Tiantang Square in this meeting has already been a sea of ​​people.

A towering flag, standing in the center, this big chess foot has a height of twenty feet, the blood red flag, flying in the air.

Below the banner, there is a high platform.

This high platform is the main venue for this public trial!

Just this public trial...

All senior officials know that this so-called public trial is just a blind man.

Whether it is the high-rise side of Yutang or the side of the Four Seasons Building, they are waiting for a person to appear.

Whether the crime is conclusive or not depends not on the evidence, but only on the appearance of the person or not!

If the wind is honored, then Yang Botao is guilty, sinful and wicked, and sin is not awkward!

If the wind does not show up, then Yang Botao is not guilty, all sins go, safe and sound!

No matter what other people's evidence, no one counts!

Three days in the sun, the sun shines on the earth.

The five chief judges have all come here; and the direct party Yang Botao has also come here to await trial.

There are not many people brought by Yang Botao in this trip, and there are less than 30 people in total.

It’s just that one of them is clearly dressed in military uniforms, but the momentum on the body makes Qiu Jianhan and so on still have to look at them more.

This group of people and the military are completely different from each other. Everyone is looking at the eyes. All of them are not simple, they are not the same.

The old Marshal of the autumn snorted and said: "Yang Shuai, the masters in your hands are really a lot! The end of the people can come forth in abundance, even the old man can not know whether it is envy or awkward!"

Yang Botao's face was pale, quite a bit of a soul. The words of the old Marshal's heart were just a sigh. It didn't seem to be clear what was said, and did not say anything to explain the rebuttal.

The back that had always been straight and loose, was obviously smashed down.

From the moment of Yang Botao's arrival, Shovel has been paying attention to his every move, his words and actions, and his heart suddenly moved; obviously, he didn't see it overnight; this Yang Botao seems to be old for 20 years, and what happened to him? ? !

The shovel just heard the old-fashioned words of Qiu Lao, and he was paying attention to Yang Botao’s move. He thought that he would endlessly argue, such as the handsome man’s life, the sturdy horse, the loyalty to the liver, and the loyalty to the liver. I have a lot of strangers to help, what a strange cloud, if Yang Botao said so, the iron shovel will definitely rush directly, even if he does not have to touch his face, but this time Yang Botao's move is too abnormal, the iron shovel instead Some don't know how to do it, just sit silently.

At this time, attention to Yang Botao's eyes can be more than the old Marshal and the iron shovel, and everyone present, will focus on his body, facing the eyes of all sides of the sword, Yang Botao lowered his eyes, not to mention Not moving, the face is sluggish, like a wood carving clay.

Two of the people who followed him came to stand around him. The others were quietly scattered, and there were no traces scattered into the crowd. It seemed to be casual, but in reality it was invisible. Formed a surrounding network.

Big circle.

Yang Botao sat there with his eyes closed, his face sinking like water, but his heart was shocked by a long-lasting recollection: "Why?"

It was his wife, full of doubts and incomprehensible questions.

why?

Yang Botao’s heart is also asking this question!

But now his face is only a bitter smile, speechless, unintentional.

If I come out today, I am just waiting for this result. If the wind is honored, then I will make a final conclusion. No matter how I argue again, it will not help to list the evidence of further perfection.

If the wind can't be honored...

If not, then...

Yang Botao can't think of a reason why the wind can't be seen.

Nine people do not need to have so many taboos, only the right and not should be!

In the past, the Yu-Tang war has many risks, and the numerous battles are in turmoil. But even if the war is critical, as long as they can catch up, the nine Chinese will inevitably come to the rescue. They will never care about the so-called danger. Only should it be!

In fact, even if the wind is not respected, what can change, and the rebellious action of the enemy, has already been fixed in the high-level mind of Yu Tang, regardless of whether the wind is finally appearing or not appearing, this morning and his wife are separated, this life is forever!

The wife will not wait for her to go back.

Thinking of this, Yang Botao's heart is a burst of pain.

Around the high platform, there are all armed soldiers. They guard the stability of the high platform. Further, it is a team of troops standing in the army, forming a second line of defense; then it is the ordinary people onlookers.

It’s just that there are so many people on the crowd today that people are in the air and can’t see their heads at first glance.

Everyone is waiting at the scene.

In the palace, the emperor is waiting, the Taifu government, the old lady is waiting; in the air, there are other existences waiting... Yang Botao and his guards are waiting.

"The Emperor’s willingness to sue, one of the nine honors accused the Yu Tang Northern Army Marshal Yang Botao of enlisting the enemy, and held a public hearing here."

The sound of a cold knife is like a gold shovel: "It’s a matter of national transport, and it’s hard not to witness the world. Don’t let it go, don’t let Yingling Jiuquan hate...”

"Bring, Yang Botao!" The cold knife screamed.

Yang Botao slowly stood up, his mouth revealing a smile that didn't know what it meant, and strode to the stage.

On the high platform, only Yang Botao stood alone.

There is nothing in front of him, it is empty.

Everyone is waiting.

If there is evidence in the wind, then it should be at this moment.

Everyone knows that this is a bureau.

The target is not Yang Botao, but the wind respect, or the surviving one should be nine Chinese!

The wind respect appears, then, Yang Botao is the sin of death!

There is no room for change!

However, Feng Zun will endure a great crisis. Except for Yu Tang, the world regards the nine people as the root cause of the disaster, and is anxious to get rid of it!

However, if the wind does not appear, then the public trial against Yang Botao will turn, there will be countless corroboration to prove that it is being shackled; the sorcerer is also a fact that the public can not accept, the former has the Shangguan slamming the door is not far away, if today After the accusation reversed, then Yang Botao’s reputation and power in Yutang will be further improved. No matter how the top management thinks, he can’t do anything in the short term!

Everything is waiting, waiting quietly, waiting for the wind to respect this dilemma.

Is it a face-to-face stamp to break the face of the rebels and face the unpredictable crisis? !

Still to preserve the useful body, leaving him to reproduce! ?

As time passed, Feng Zun did not appear.

Gradually, there was a faint whisper in the audience.

The shovel was dressed up, the left hand pressed the hilt, and the right hand licked his own big knife, and looked at the high platform.

However, for the delay in the appearance of the other side, the shovel’s heart is also playing drums...

He believes that Feng Bozun said that Yang Botao must be a traitor. It must be a person who sells nine people. However, he believes that he can’t do it. The current public trial must have sufficient credibility. This is the only way to show up. Everything is floating!

On the high stage, the old marshal of Qiu Jianhan is very far-sighted and looks long.

Are you coming, or are you coming?

Slightly...

Huh...

Someone screamed in surprise: "The wind is coming! The wind is big!"

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