Chapter 1828

It is not easy for Zhou to find a way out of the four countries.

Such a barren land, life is also with the treasure of the Shang Dynasty, to pile into the present week.

If only there were good seeds.

Luo Yuyi put down the curtain and stroked the peach's ear. Unfortunately, he couldn't farm. Even if he could, he couldn't find good seeds. The so-called harvest needs good years. Of course, more importantly, it needs good seeds.

If there are good seeds, maybe these wasteland can become a rich land. The barren mountains here can be fed, and the soldiers and generals there will be.

It's a pity

He shook his head, feeling that it was a bit of a dream.

I don't know where the second elder brother is now. The place he went to is a little far away. He stayed with his grandfather for about half a month, just in time to catch up with the second elder brother's return journey. Therefore, the second elder brother should have taken the grain and prepared to go back to the capital.

I just hope that he can arrive safely,

but now it seems that silver is of great importance that there is no grain to come. In the past, everyone might choose Jiao Liang, but now, I'm afraid they all like food. After all, silver can make people rich, but food can make people not starve to death.

And he can not help but also some worry about brand Yu.

I'm afraid he's in danger on the way.

At this time, on the official road in another place, Luo Yuzi was holding a piece of cloth and wiping his sword carefully. The silver light on the sword surface also flashed through his eyes, and a red light flashed through his eyes.

The carriage stopped again.

Why, there are people who are not afraid of death again?

"Second childe," said the guard outside, "someone stopped our carriage."

"Food Snatchers?"

Luo Yuyi doesn't have to guess that he must be a grain snatcher. It's not easy for him to go all the way. The food snatcher starts to rob after he gives out a Pinxiang. What's the matter? Their noses are all made by dogs. Can you smell the food?

His mother raised all the food for the victims. How could it be taken by the people of Wu river.

When he lifted the curtain, he came out of the carriage, and all the people standing beside him were the guards he had brought out from the Shuo palace. Along the way, they did not know that they met several waves of people who wanted to rob food.

Brand Yu Xi took a light look at the people who were blocking their carriage. They were all ferocious, and they were holding swords. This is not to grab food, why, or come to say hello to him?

But how could he, the second son of Shuo's mansion, a serious Royal relative, talk to such people more than once.

"Discerning..."

Those people just opened their mouths and didn't say the next sentence. They felt a pain in their necks. He touched their necks and felt the blood in their hands.

And now he can feel the beating of his heart, he can breathe, his neck is not off, his life is still there, he is still alive.

And he even felt that if his head was on the upper side again, he might be bleeding and his body would be separated.

When he lifted his eyes again, he put on a pair of blood red eyes.

It's like a ghost, and the eyes seem to be dripping blood.

His neck was tight and his feet were a foot away from where they were.

And he was also away from the red eyes, but half a foot away.

"You are, what..."

Burning Yu Xi Tu is a smile. The smile is strange, and it is matched with a pair of blood eyes, which also makes the person's eyes widen. At this time, there is only gasping, but there is no action.

"Have you killed people?"

There was a gloomy voice.

The man whose neck was almost broken just now, his lips wriggled from time to time, as if to hide something, but at last he heard his own voice.

"Kill, kill..."

"But the one wanted by the government?"

"Yes, yes

" how many people have you killed? "

Man's mouth from time to time, like a fish out of the water, exhausted all efforts, in search of their own survival air.

And without air, he's going to die. He's dying.

"How many people have you killed?"

There was such a gloomy and strange voice, just like the enchanter from hell.

The man shivered and stammered.

"Killed, killed thirteen."

"Thirteen people?"

the red light in his eyes appeared again, which also slowly released the man, and the man also fell on the ground, and then almost rolled up to run.

It turned out that he felt his head fall, and then he saw his body lying there.Even when he was dying, he didn't know how he died?

He picked up his sword.

It's just rubbed, and it's dirty. Why do you want to die?

He went over and wiped the man with his sword. The red light in his eyes faded a little. Even the unsuitable one in his chest slowed down a lot.

If it is true, his innate intention to kill can only be solved in the process of killing, and the rest of the methods are merely suppressing.

He mercilessly cast a glance, on the ground that body head separates the corpse, is again sat back in the carriage.

"Ask them, can they kill in their hands?"

"Kill, let them pay for their lives."

"Those who have not been killed will be given the word."

Yes, several guards are also used to the strange things in the journey. They are all the guards of the Shuo palace and are loyal to the Lord. Therefore, they are absolutely obedient and obedient to what he does.

Several guards came forward and interrogated them one by one, and some of them who could come to grab food were good people. He realized that he really wanted to deal with all the people and save them. They went out to harm other people, but he remembered that his uncle always said in his ear that heaven has a good life, so he never killed all of them, but let him go We have a way of life. If we let him meet again, we will die next time.

The guards stabbed a word of theft on the faces of these people. Even if they covered their faces, they could be seen. In addition to covering the whole face, they would know that they were thieves at the sight of the word, and everyone would be punished.

When he rubbed his wrist, he suddenly felt that there was a cool side above his wrist, and then Fu was born. It was like a cold wind blowing through his forehead, making the red light in his eyes fade away completely.

"It's not what I want."

He gently stroked his wrist and stirred the string of beads on his wrist. It seemed that he could still feel the temperature between the fingers of master Jingkong, as well as the compassion of his whole body, as well as those Sanskrit sounds in xiangjue temple, which were faint.

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