Chapter 1597

Huang wending was secretly surprised. Is there any evidence for this?

My father's work is watertight and flawless. There is no personal certificate, and there is no material evidence.

"What evidence?" Huang wending felt guilty: "I can tell you, don't be oral evidence, it's not worth counting!"

Anyway, he is also the supervision director of the righteous alliance. It is necessary to prove his guilt.

"Somebody, bring the pen and ink!" Xia Qingchen raised his hand.

Fang Cuihong behind him immediately took out his pen and ink, raised a piece of white paper over his head and sent it to Xia Qingchen.

Xia Qingchen took the brush and brushed it a few times. The brush left two big words on the white paper - evidence!

"Give them a look!" Summer light dust road.

Fang Cuihong immediately unfolded the white paper and presented it to Huang wending and the tomb keepers present.

"Isn't that the evidence? Just write it to you! " Xia Qingchen was calm but overbearing: "don't say one evidence, eleven thousand evidence, can be written to you!"

They just understood what Xia Qingchen meant by "evidence".

This, this is unreasonable, isn't it?

The dust light was dissatisfied and said, "Xia Hou, are you teasing us?"

Xia Qingchen's backhand is a Dayan sword. The cold sword Qi sweeps past and goes straight to the dusty door.

The latter was shocked by the loss of Dayan sword and hurriedly dodged.

But the sword Qi swept under his armpit and shattered his sleeves!

Dust light was surprised and angry: "you..."

Xia Qingchen said coldly, "you want evidence. I gave it. Now I say I tease you. It seems that you are going to turn your face now, aren't you?"

The dust light that was trying to refute was stopped by the tomb keeper.

He looked at Xia Qingchen deeply. After a moment of silence, he said, "well, we won't interfere in your private affairs."

Wise as he is, he has noticed Xia Qingchen's intention.

Xia Qingchen can do everything, including withdrawing from the right alliance.

Without him and the lounan army, supplies will become the Achilles heel of the righteous alliance.

If so, the gain is not worth the loss.

"But I want you to promise one thing first." Of course, they also don't want their dignity to be damaged: "if you solve your personal grievances, please find another place."

As long as they don't settle their grievances in front of them, the tomb guards can pretend not to know.

When outsiders talk about it, their tomb keepers can prevaricate the past with the reason of not being present, so as not to lose their prestige.

"OK." Xia Qingchen stepped back and stared at Huang wending coldly: "you can run 900 feet first."

Huang wending knew that he had been abandoned by the tomb keeper, so he had to bite his teeth: "you are cruel!"

He rushed out of the camp and ran towards the camp of the army in zhongyun territory.

There is only one person in the world who can and is willing to save him - Grandpa, Huang Zhongting.

Every conflict between him and Xia Qingchen is mediated by grandpa, and this time is no exception.

But what made him vomit blood was that Xia Qingchen's faint voice came from the camp behind him: "Fang Cuihong, take my big bow with a range of 1000 feet!"

Let him run 900 feet first, and then shoot him with a huge bow with a range of 1000 feet.

This is not to let him go. It is clear that cats and mice deliberately tease him!

Chirp——

Without giving Huang wending the chance to resist, he pierced the camp and space with a touch of blood red and came straight behind him.

When you see the color of blood red, Huang wending's scalp is numb.

It turned out that Xia Qingchen took Dayan sword as a sharp arrow. I'm afraid any defense can be pierced.

If in the past, there was a lucky body, he would not be afraid.

But now he has overdrawn his luck and become an ordinary man. It's really dangerous to be shot.

Sooner or later, Huang wending rushed forward and rolled for several weeks. He was about to get up when he suddenly noticed that his palm was sticky.

Looking down, a lump of wet and sticky horse dung was crushed by his palms.

The smell made Huang wending feel goose bumps and disgusting.

However, he had no time to take care of the it. He looked at Dayan sword, which was wiped over his head, and immediately folded and galloped in another direction.

Who knows, just a few steps, the foot slipped and fell to the ground immediately.

In this way, he looked like Xia Qingchen. He was handsome and threw himself into another lump of freshly baked horse dung.

The horse dung all over his face made Huang wending tremble.

When was he so embarrassed?

However, the embarrassment is still behind.

Next, Xia Qingchen shot another arrow. Huang wending was tired of avoiding and fell into the horse dungpit.

Even so, he managed to climb out, and in the process of escape, he fell into the pit outside the barracks!

Huang wending was unable to get angry. He simply didn't understand why he was so unlucky.

That's what he doesn't understand. Everything goes to the extreme.

He had too good luck before. Now he lost his lucky body and must be shrouded in bad luck.

In particular, the divine influence of Xia Qingchen makes this disadvantage more prominent, so it's unlucky.

He felt the pain of Ye Linglong.

The two camps are only tens of miles apart. It should only take a few minutes for a small monthly warrior like Huang wending.

But now, Leng spent half an hour on the road.

He stumbled all the way, running and shouting, "come on! Let my grandfather Huang Zhongting save me! "

Perhaps his voice was found by interested people and informed Huang Zhongting in time.

Whoosh——

A figure flew over Huang wending's head and rushed to the direction when he came.

"Grandpa!" Huang wending shouted in surprise.

However, what he got was a casual glance at Huang Zhongting, who continued to rush and search as if nothing had happened.

"It's me! I am the winner! " He shouted hurriedly.

Huh?

In the galloping yellow atrium, a sudden brake, he turned back and looked at Huang wending Ding: "are you ding'er?"

It's not that Huang Zhongting doesn't know his grandson.

Instead, the stinking generation, who was covered with human yellow and horse dung, covered with filth and maggots, could not even recognize his body shape, could not see the shadow of Huang Chengding.

"Grandpa, please help me!" Huang wending immediately fell down in front of his grandfather and shouted for help: "Xia Qingchen, he, he wants to kill me!"

"What are you talking about?" Huang atrium was shocked and extremely shocked!

Seeing this, Huang wending grabbed the straw and added vinegar: "yes, Xia Qingchen wants to kill me. This time, Grandpa must not be soft hearted to him..."

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhongting said excitedly, "you mean Xia Qingchen is still alive?"

"Grandpa, the point is that he's after me!"

"Is he really alive?"

"Grandpa, did you hear that? He's after me!"

"God, he's still alive!!!"

"Grandpa, he's after your grandson!"

"God has eyes, let him live!"

……

Huang wending was very angry.

Are they really grandsons?

Why, like a chicken talking to a duck, the focus is not on one channel at all?

(12:00 noon tomorrow, 2:00)