Chapter 452

"Are you... General Voldemort?"

The woman behind Yang Xiaoyi also heard their conversation. Suddenly, she began to feel sad. Her face became shriveled. She suddenly knelt down, kowtowed to Yang Feng, and cried, "wronged, wronged, please subdue the devil general to decide for the little woman's family, ah, woo, woo!"

"Girl, please get up quickly and speak slowly. This general has the right to patrol on behalf of heaven. If you have any grievances, do everything you can to decide for you!"

Yang Feng drank softly as he looked positive.

Yang Xiaoyi on one side also immediately helped her up.

The woman sobbed twice and said sadly: "I inform general Yang that the little girl was the daughter of the owner of this clothing shop. Her parents are honest businessmen. Because of the recent peace, she closed down. But who knows, this villain broke into the house early this morning with the intention of insulting the little girl. My parents wanted to dissuade me, so they were all killed by him. Please make the decision for the little girl and plead for the grievances of her dead father and mother. Sobbing ！”

"Since ancient times, murder pays for life and debt pays for money. If you owe human life debt, you pay with human life!"

When his face was cold, Yang Feng immediately shouted, "come on, I'm Bao Longtu alive today. The dog's head will serve and cut off this bastard for me."

Yes!

With a roar, Yang Xiaoyi's blade was gradually emitting a cold light.

The man trembled with fear, waved his hand and said, "don't... Don't be angry, great Xia Yang. Don't forget that your woman and friends are still holding in our master's hand..."

Whew!

Before he finished, a cold flash flashed. The man was puffing, his head flew up, and his blood rushed into the sky like a spring.

Yang Xiaoyi slowly took back his knife and disdained to look at him.

Yang Feng also smiled coldly and said contemptuously, "it's another little minion who can't recognize his position. Do you think the ghost king will fight for you if he holds these trump cards in his hand. Who's fighting the landlord? Just after the other party threw a junior, he directly fired two fried and Wang fried? Cut!"

"Father, mother, the general subdued the devil is in charge of us and avenge you two old men!"

Looking at all this, the woman cried bitterly again, turned around and kowtowed to Yang Feng. She kept thanking: "thank you, general Voldemort, for vindicating the little woman, thank you, general Voldemort..."

"Oh, girl, don't thank me. This is what I should do. Who makes me a great Xia and a great general. In my position, I must seek his government..."

"General Voldemort, wronged, please make the decision for the little old man!"

"General Yang, you have finally returned to Beijing. You are wronged!"

"Daxia Yang, please help us. If you don't come back, we can't live..."

……

However, before Yang Feng's modest words were finished, the people in the surrounding houses ran out crying one by one. When they came to him, they fell down like wheat, kowtowed like garlic and cried bitterly.

Looking around, I can't see the edge.

In everyone's eyes, there was despair and silence, but when looking at Yang Feng, there was a glimmer of hope in the depths of his eyes from time to time.

At this time, where can these people be called the people of the capital? They are a group of innocent souls who have no choice but to wander in hell.

The howling and crying of the whole people in the capital, as if they were moaning, echoed in the nine clouds, and even the whole sky was gloomy, as if they were grieving for these poor and helpless weak children.

Yang Feng's eyes trembled slightly, and his heart was sore, and his eyes were even hazy.

Yang Feng has never seen such a miserable situation since he saw the tragic scene after a Sichuan earthquake.

Only that time it was a natural disaster and this time it was a man-made disaster.

Come on!

The fist could not help but clench fiercely, and Yang Feng was angry at the bottom of his eyes.

It's unreasonable that the ghost king will never die!

"The edict has arrived!"

Suddenly, just then, a sharp voice came out. The dead eunuch Huang Hao, who joined the black soul sect, ran out alive again. With a team of forest guards, he swaggered over these poor civilians, came to Yang Feng, bowed down and said with a smile: "Your Majesty has an order. The general subdued the devil returned to Beijing and worked hard all the way. Now the holy emperor has arranged a banquet for the general in the Longevity Palace to wash the dust for the general. Now please come to the palace with us."

"You mean your Majesty gave me a reception banquet? Hum!"

With a cold smile, Yang Feng glanced disdainfully: "did your majesty put this state banquet or did your master put it?"

The corner of his mouth slightly tilted an evil radian, and Huang Hao shook his head with a smile: "Tell General Yang that there is no secret talk in front of the Ming people. Now the whole court is under the control of my master. The emperor is just a puppet. What orders can he give and what power can he have to hold a banquet? It is estimated that even if he wants to drink a bowl of millet porridge, he has to ask the imperial chef to do it. The imperial chef may not be in the mood, furfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurfurl!"

"So, our host specially welcomed you to the banquet today. Of course, your two wives were accompanied during the banquet. You should go quickly. Farewell is better than newlyweds. Your two wives are very worried about you. Hey, hey, hey!"

That Huang Hao is smiling in evil, and he looks like a small man.

Yang Feng's eyes narrowed slightly and said with a sudden smile, "yes, your Majesty's hospitality is difficult. I will go to the palace for dinner later. However, before that, I have official business. I'll bother my father-in-law to go back to your majesty and let him wait a moment."

"Official business? What official business?"

Huang Hao was stunned and didn't know why.

Now, the whole capital, government and people are under the control of their black soul sect.

He is a super demon subduing general, and he becomes a virtual title. What else can he do?

However, looking at Huang Hao's ignorant face, Yang Feng tilted a thought-provoking radian slightly at the corner of his mouth, and said with an evil smile: "rectify military affairs!"

"Ah? Reorganize military affairs? Do you have military power? What military affairs?"

"Although the general doesn't have a specific leader, the level of the super first-class general is here. Which army is lax, and I can't do it all?"

With a sneer, Yang Feng immediately said, "today, when the general returned to the capital, he saw that the security in the capital was chaotic, bandits were everywhere, and the people were miserable. The urban defense army was to blame, so the general should rectify the urban defense army first."

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Feng looked at these black people and shouted, "fellow villagers, if you trust Yang and want to plead grievances and get snow here, come with me!"

With that, Yang Feng turned his head suddenly and returned to the city gate.

Those people were stunned at first, but they soon shouted together and lined up in a tall team. A long dragon followed behind Yang Feng and shouted, "follow general Yang. I believe general Yang will get justice for us!"

Roar!

The crowd was excited and the sound was endless.

The people found the backbone, issued hysterical cries in their hearts, and kept up with Yang Feng's steps one by one.

Only Huang Hao was stunned and said inexplicably, "ah, why doesn't the general subdue the devil play cards according to the routine? Your woman and friends are under house arrest in the palace. Life and death are unknown. You just came back. Shouldn't you go to the palace to see if they are okay? Why are you still taking care of this kind of business outside?"

"How can we tell the master when we go back? Say you finish your private affairs outside before you go to see him? Can't the master's face hang?"

But more importantly, what if he loses face and takes it out on me?

He smacked his mouth twice. Huang Hao looked sad, and his eyebrows were almost frozen into a pimple, but there was no way.

Can he tie Yang Feng back to the temple? Alas