Martial God

In this, engraved, not to mention those onlookers who are at a loss, even the parties are scared.

In particular, Fang Lingkai, the son of Fang Shuyue, was so scared that the pain in the stomach was like a long wing.

Attached to those officers, one is even more white, if they are far more than the average person's timidity, at this moment, I am afraid that my legs are soft and my **** is on the ground.

The Lingbi Hall is surrounded by disciples around Dashen, and Fang Shuyue is the most outstanding of all the surrounding disciples in the vicinity. On weekdays, his position in the city is extremely extreme, even if the city guards are called brothers and brothers. And this is also the reason why many military officers have tied him.

But at this moment, when everyone saw Fang Shuyue bowing to the ground, they immediately understood the identity of the person in front of him, and the heart of the heart could not be described by words.

Especially the officer of the earliest words, his face can be compared with the injured Fang Lingkai.

The Golden War slowly turned around, his face calm and waveless, but anyone knows that if he is angry, then the whole city will be affected by a huge storm.

"Fang Shuyue, you still remember me."

"Yes, the disciple will never forget the face of the ancestors."

The eyes of the Golden Campaign moved to Fang Lingkai, who was around him. Although this person was still suffering from cold sweats, but a pair of teeth gnawed, it was hard to say the slightest sound.

"Your son wants to buy my big black, you know?"

Fang Shuyue’s body trembled a little, and then he squinted his head. After a few counts, the ground workers had already had a lot of bright red blood.

He Yiming only needs to see at a glance that this person's internal strength has reached the peak of ten layers of peaks. If he uses internal strength, it is impossible to be injured because of this.

But at this moment; Fang Shuyue's forehead is already bloody, and the blood even flows down from his cheeks, and his face is even more horrible.

However, in his eyes, he is in a hurry, and the two form a sharp contrast.

A disdainful sneer swayed from the mouth of the golden battle. At this moment, the hearts of the people next to them were cold, and the only thought in their hearts was that the heart of this person could not be poured into the ice.

"Too... Taizu. The disciple once told my father at home that you like horses the most, especially the black BMW, so the disciples will want to buy this horse to honor you." Fang Lingkai suddenly opened his mouth, his foreman His words seemed to be ugly from the cracks of his teeth because of the violent pain and pain. When his words were spoken in the fastest way, his breathing suddenly rushed. At the extreme, even the eyelids seem to be somewhat earthy.

As long as it is a person with a little experience, I know that this person is seriously injured. If he is not treated in time, even if he has saved a life, it is definitely endless.

Fang Shuyue looked nervously at his son, and the degree and strength of the girl’s head increased.

He Yiming sighed and shook his head slightly, although the matter had nothing to do with him, but the psychological changes just made him ring the alarm in his heart.

He doesn't want to be the kind of cold-blooded, unfeeling person, at least not now.

To the brother, this person should be telling the truth, it will save his sin. ”

The Golden Battle looked at He Yiming with a strange look. Obviously, he did not expect He Yiming to express his feelings for this stranger. But for him, the life and death of these two people is just between his thoughts. Since He Yiming said that he is in love, he will definitely not dismiss his face for this trivial little thing.

"Take him to go to the treatment." The gold battle was full of sleeves, and his eyes never looked at it again: "He brother, I am afraid that I can’t enjoy myself today. When we go to the next city, we will come again."

He Yiming smiled slightly and said, "Okay."

The Battle of Gold turned and his face was calm and waveless from beginning to end. It seems that this change has never been born.

He Yiming turned his head and his eyes and Fang Shuyue touched. The middle-aged man has a very grateful color in his eyes. Of course, there is also a hint of shock and awe here.

It is also beyond his reach that he can speak in this situation and can also be a brother of the Golden Battle.

With the fee reading and three horses, they left the snack street.

When they left, it was only a mess.

Fang Shuyue picked up his son and gave him several medicinal herbs. The powerful internal strength was stagnation into his body. After a long time, he was relieved.

However, after confirming that his son’s life had been saved, he immediately ordered the next person to **** the person back to the government, but he himself immediately hurriedly chased the work in the direction of the departure of the gold battle.

The officers were busy maintaining the order, and there was no one to disturb Fang Shuyue, but their hearts were equally embarrassing. In the status of the gold campaign, since he came to the city, the city guards naturally want to see one side. At that time, as long as the Golden Campaign slammed a little, waiting for their end will be extremely miserable.

However, they never thought of it. For the Golden Campaign, this little thing is just a blink of an eye. He never puts his heart on it, and how he will mention it.

When the three men of the Golden Campaign returned to the Central Avenue, they saw the huge fleet of Zhang Zhongcang and others.

Although the team of more than 100 people is not a big thing here, but the masters in the team are like clouds, each one is full of temperament, especially the two luxury cars with the towel, and their identity is revealed.

This team of horses turned out to be directly in the center of the avenue, so many people and one company to step into their work, it is simply a slap in the face, but looking at the two sides, but there are countless pairs of light with respect and fear. Those people may have jealousy in their hearts, but they are absolutely afraid to raise the slightest offense.

In the Golden Campaign, they just entered the ranks. Zhang Zhongxiu got out of the carriage. He smiled and said: "Golden Master, this time, how come back so quickly, is it that the snack street here is not your appetite, or brother? Not interested in this?"

"Zhang Shixiong, this time I encountered a disappointment, so I came back soon." The Golden Campaign shook his head slightly, and the thief had to mention the matter.

Zhang Zhong’s egg turned back to look at the fee, and he immediately told the story of Fang Shuyue in detail.

From beginning to end, he didn't add any extra steps, just to tell things from start to finish.

After listening to Zhang Zhong, he laughed and said: "It’s really interesting. I grabbed the things and sent people to grab the head of the younger brother. When I took the horse, I took the work of the horse leg. It is really rare."

Although his disciples in his body did not dare to laugh with his unbridled laughter, everyone’s face showed a smile.

He Yiming is cold-eyed and related. From beginning to end, all people have only ridicule and happy colors on their faces.

It seems that this thing is just a joke that can make them happy. As for the revered Fang Lingkai, no one has any sympathy at all. It seems that this person is simply something that should not exist, not a A person who is alive and kicked.

A chill of gas emerged from the heart of He Yiming. In the hearts of these people, I am afraid that there will be no concern for the lives of ordinary people.

The Lingbi Hall, in the Dashen Empire, is high above. Anyone from this place is not a superior, even for life, there is an indifference that is passed down to the strong.

Slightly sighed in the heart, He Yiming remembered his childhood, the brothers and sisters of Hejiazhuang were happy when they were playing together.

Although everyone was ignorant and ignorant at the time, but at this time, I wanted to come, but my heart was full of warmth.

Zhang Zhongjin smiled for a moment and finally stopped. He said: "He brother, if you go to the next city, when Jin Shidi invites you to go, you should never agree."

He Yiming said slightly, "Why?"

"Jin Shidi has a special personality. He expresses his feelings in the esophagus and regards the esophagus as a martial art. He regards, tastes, and is his own way. This kind of Taoism is only useful to himself. For others, there is no such thing as a benefit. There is no need to waste time in the future to accompany him."

When the Golden Campaign dissatisfied, he glanced at him and said: "Senior brother, even if it is for Xiong Xiuyi, but can taste the world's delicious, isn't that a good thing?"

Zhang Zhongxi smiled and said: "Good things, of course, good things."

Just as their brothers and brothers bicted, He Yiming’s brain flashed a glimmer of light~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He thought of what he had found from Feng Laixiang in the past, but he was eventually destroyed by him. Landscape map.

In the water towel, the painter left the whole person's heart in the soil. It is for this reason that He Yiming entered the realm of epiphany when he saw the landscape map.

Now I want to come, the painter with strong strength is definitely the same as the gold battle, and the sentimental painting is the only one that has this magical painting.

A long sigh of relief, He Yiming’s heart could not help but raise a thought, whether he should be like them.

However, there is a point that He Yiming can be sure that he will never choose to be unpopular, such as the esophagus, and will not choose a fine painting. Everyone talks and laughs, but for a moment, he has already come to a huge palace.

There have been people waiting outside for a long time, and they have been the official robes of the people. They turned out to be the guardians of this city.

After knowing the identity of the other party, He Yiming finally understood that the status of the Lingbi Hall in the Dashen Empire still had to pass its own imagination.