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Raylon felt himself being followed. Ya Wen Yan's feelings. org

He was a member of the barbarian race, and he was also a member of the barbarian race. The two families had some distant relations with each other, and as a result, after he had joined the army, he had obtained the trust and trust of Hurton.

However, although Hurtle had treated him well, he could not sincerely swear his allegiance to her. For no other reason than that his family, his wife and children, were all in the hands of someone else.

Lei Lang made his judgement in his heart.

After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to test it out first.

His mission today was originally to bring his men to patrol the east side of the city. However, before he left, he had the other military official lead the way while he himself headed to the other end of the street.

He arrived at a firecracker shop and chose a few good selling fireworks, but refused to pay. Not only did he not pay, he even started fighting with the shop's employees.

Of course, he was the one who had beaten him up. The waiter was injured and the shop had been smashed to pieces. This frightened the shopkeeper so much that he not only gave him the bamboo but also gave him thirty taels of silver as if he was worshipping him. Ya Wen Yan's feelings. org

After exiting the bamboo shop, he went to another courtyard. Not long after, the sounds of laughter from the children and the laughter of the women rang out in the small courtyard.

He stayed in the courtyard for four hours, and when he came out again, his face was grave and his eyes were still there.

Humiliate the people, beat up the people, bully others by relying on force, do not work during the hours of work, whoring and whoring. If the other party was a person who was enduring the pain, then the series of actions that he would normally do would make the other party dispel any suspicions of him.

However, the other party did not do so. Instead, he continued to watch him, using the same sharp, blunt, and unreasonable gaze.

Could it be someone from Beijing?

No, he had just received his "letter home" the day before yesterday, the Seventh Prince did not have any new orders, so no one from the capital would be able to come and contact him without making a sound. She was Hoult's trusted aide, the Seventh Prince had spent three years trying to bury a nail by her side, anyone could expose him, he could not, the Seventh Prince would not allow anyone to disturb him like this.

Then who was this person? After an afternoon of probing, there was not even the slightest result.

Lei Lang's heart was heavy. He was even hesitating whether he should return to the Chief Secretary's office. He was afraid that if he went back, he would face the wrath and imprisonment of Hutto.

With traitors, Hurstwood had a dozen ways to make you wish you were dead. He had seen them with his own eyes, and he did not want to try them.

Wandering aimlessly on the street, his mind was constantly thinking of countermeasures. At this moment, someone bumped into him.

Shi Mu raised his head. He was trying to imagine what it would be like for an overweeningly arrogant barbarian. He scolded his opponent for not being able to walk properly. There was something stuffed in his hand. He lowered his head and saw that it was a firecracker.

Lei Lang's facial expression changed drastically. He clenched the bamboo cannon as his heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

Half an hour later, he returned to the bamboo shop. The shopkeeper saw him and pleaded repeatedly with a pale face. Lei Lang entered the shop and purposely kicked the door so hard that the storekeeper was scared out of his wits. Then, with his back facing the door, he mouthed to them.

"Someone is watching us, retreat."

The shopkeeper and the waiter's blood froze. Their back hall was actually filled with people.

Lei Lang's expression was also unfriendly. He took a deep breath and coldly shut the shop door with his finger. When he turned around, two tall figures walked out.

There were two men. One was cold and calm, the other gentle and calm.

"Vice General Lei, I've heard a lot about you." The gentle one laughed.

Lei Lang narrowed his eyes and replied solemnly, "My surname is Rui."

The other person paused for a moment, then coughed, "Sorry, I don't understand much about listening to that race's culture."

Lei Lang remained silent and looked at him vigilantly.

The other party continued, "The reason why we went up to Vice General Rui today was for a small matter. We have something that we hope you can help us bring out."

Lei Lang let out a cold snort. "Since you can identify me, then you naturally know that my superior is General Hur. It looks like you guys aren't afraid of death?"

"How can your mountain be General Hur?" The gentle young man shook his head and laughed. His eyes turned as he circled around the three people present: "Your superior is obviously Seventh Prince Rong Su."

The shopkeeper and the waiter both lowered their heads with pale faces.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you want to harm me, General Hur will not let you off. I am General Hur's distant cousin, and she has been taking good care of me.

The gentle young man turned his head and looked at the cold man beside him. Then, he stretched out his hand to touch his body.

Rong Ling looked up and down at Liu Wei's hands which were being pinched and searching on his chest, waist and arms in front of him in front of everyone's eyes. He pressed her eyebrows together: "What are you doing?"

"What about the token?"

Rong Ling was startled, and said: "Not at your place?"

Liu Wei raised his head and looked at him: "Why would I be here, I only reminded you to bring it before we leave."

"You said you would."

"I said you should take it." The two of them pushed at each other, but to no avail. Liu Wei had no other choice, she could only say: "Forget it." Then, she removed the dagger from Rong Ling's waist.

Rellon thought he was going to attack, his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Lei Lang raised his hand to catch it and his eyes narrowed again.

It was a short dagger that was a little old, a little heavy, but particularly sharp. There was a word on the dagger's handle, and it seemed like a symbol. It was a little twisted, and it even had a little change in color.

He flipped through the dagger again and the words Zhenge Sect entered his eyes.

Liu Wei stretched out her neck and asked: "Did you see that?"

Liu Wei revealed a smile, and pointed to Rong Ling: "Rong Ling, General Rong, famous, famous, do you recognize him? If you look carefully, isn't he a little similar to your Seventh Prince? "

Raylon's entire body went blank.

Rong Ling then looked at Liu Wei: "What are you doing?"

Liu Wei replied softly. "I didn't bring my order badge.

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