Chapter 100

The death of Lei Xu will bring much disturbance to Jicheng. No one can be sure. What happened today is like a lingering nightmare in the hearts of every people who witnessed everything.

They are awed by the powerful power of monsoon smoke, but they are also glad that monsoon smoke does not indiscriminately kill the innocent nature. Only in their hearts, they tell themselves not to provoke this Lord. After all, no one is willing to follow leixu's footsteps.

In addition to the release of monsoon smoke, this time Yang Jian showed great power, which surprised Linghe and other bodyguards. Although Yang Jian was tall and powerful, after being carved out by monsoon smoke, they either went to mine or clubbed in their own room every day, so Linghe didn't even think that Yang Jian's combat power was so fierce, even more powerful than him Our former soldiers are more brave!

Even so, Yang Jian had just returned to the mansion and received many admiring eyes. Many bodyguards were surrounded with blood. They called "big brother Yang Jian" one by one, not to mention how intimate they were. However, the excited bodyguards were still noisy to drag Yang Jian to drink.

The monsoon smoke looked at Yang Jian surrounded by the people, and couldn't help chuckling, "come on, you're all gone. Don't pit him. If the wood is soaked in wine, it's bound to grow mushrooms."

Being reminded by the monsoon smoke, people suddenly realize that Yang Jian is not the same as them. Yang Jian may not be able to drink the wine.

"Yang Jian, come with me first." Monsoon smoke beckoned to Yang Jian, who followed him with a wooden face.

Yang Jian killed a lot in this war. He only obeyed Ji Fengyan's orders and didn't have any concerns. So after World War I, although most of the blood was splashed on the scales, he could still see some mottled blood on his hands and cheeks.

If we don't deal with this, when the blood is soaked in wood, I'm afraid Yang Jian will really become a "big face".

Monsoon smoke started to clean up the bloodstains on Yang Jian. Fortunately, she handled them in time. The bloodstains had not yet been immersed in the wood to build Yang Jian. The original purpose of monsoon smoke was only for mining, but now, after Yang Jian participated in the battle, monsoon smoke found the place that had been ignored before.

The wood used to build Yang Jian is a little chilly. The monsoon smoke checks whether Yang Jian has any defects, and thinks over and over again whether he wants to use it as a wood top-grade body.

"That lady..." Linghe stands outside the door, secretly stretching his head.

"Well?" After the monsoon smoke inspection, Yang Jian was allowed to move freely, and left in silence. Ling he came in.

"Miss, now that leixu is dead, the people in the city will soon know that you are the real city Lord of Jicheng. Look When do we move? " Linghe road.

The monsoon smoke blinks to look at the Ling crane, "moving?"

"Yes, although we are still struggling with the house, but After all, it's a bit shabby. You are the city Lord here. You should move to the city Lord's mansion. " Linghe opens his mouth decisively. It's rare that their young lady can cut off the mess this time. Can't she reach the goal in one step?

The monsoon smoke curled its little mouth, and waved his hand in the absence of interest, "forget it."

"Ah?" Ling he was a little confused.

"The city Lord's mansion has lived for so long for people like Lei Xu. Even if I was invited to live in that place, I would not live in it." Monsoon flue.