Chapter 77: Millennium scourge

Chapter 77—The Millennium Culprit
"Hey...hey...hey..." Murong was on the edge of the cliff, and the sad crying echoed on the cliff for a long time, making people feel sad.
Murong Xue dismissed in his heart, and he was forgiven for his work. He couldn't live because of his work. Murong Jian fell to the bottom of the cliff. It was entirely his own self-satisfaction, no wonder others.
"I... I'm fine..." A weak and indescribable voice suddenly floated up from the cliff. Murong's crying motion suddenly slammed, facing the cliff, and the call of surprise: "Hey... It's you." ?"
"It's me... I'm fine... put a long rope down... pull me up..." Murong Jian said that it was intermittent, weak, like a very serious injury.
"Well, you wait, I will put the rope right away!" Murong Yu was ecstatic, wiped the tears on his face three or two times, and rushed to the patrolling guards: "The guardian brother, do you have a rope? I use it..."
The patrols of the guards are to discover and solve various emergencies in a timely manner. In addition to the weapons, they also bring rescue tools such as ropes.
Murong Yu is still young, full of anticipation, and with a small face with tears. The guards are soft and take out a bundle of ropes and tie them together to form a thick and long rope. Going down the cliff.
After a while, the rope swayed, the guards were a little bit, and slowly pulled the rope up. A shirt was smashed and smashed, and the middle-aged man who was hurt all over the body gradually appeared in front of everyone.
His hair is messy, his face is also horizontal and vertical, and many scars are drawn. The sharp bottom is flashing with a little sinister poison. It is the Murongjian who just fell on the cliff!
Murong Xue frowned slightly: falling under such a deep cliff, he was still not dead, the commandment was really big!
"Oh." Murong Yu hurriedly untied the rope of Mu Rongjian's waist and threw himself into his arms. He cried: "You are fine, that's great."
Murong Jian smiled and licked his head, saying a word: "The fate of the beggar is so big that it is not so easy to be smothered by the younger generation..."
"Yeah, good people don't live long, the scourge is thousands of years, and the second uncle is a human being. Of course, it won't be so easy to die!" Murong Xue smiled slightly, such as a hundred flowers open.
The guards’ mouths were pumping, and this sentence is... a little bit wrong...
Murong Jian looked pale and blue, and looked cold and cold to Murong Xue.
Murong Xue did not show weakness, looking at his eyes in the past, the eyes of the two met in the air, there have been hundreds of moves between the electric and the flint...
"Mu Rong adults, how can you fall off the cliff?" A bodyguard came forward and asked politely.
They patrol to resolve emergencies, and naturally they must also understand the causes and effects of emergencies, and facilitate the upward reporting.
Murong Jian’s eyebrows picked and picked, and looked at Murong Xue like a smile, as if to say:
I tell the truth, you are dead.

Murong Xue smiles: You say, casually, the two uncles are guilty of scorpions and prostitutes, and the things that the prostitutes have laid down the cliffs, the civil and military officials must be very interested, and the censors will definitely come together to join in the fun, to join someone... ...
Someone’s performance is not obvious. It’s ten years in Jingzhou. When you return to the capital, it hurts people. It’s really shameless and insidious villain... Who is he who is transferred back to Beijing... I can’t find out, dragon chair The one sitting on it will definitely be able to find out...
Murong Jian is gloomy: You have no evidence to prove that I want to harm you and Murong!
How can there be no evidence? That fast horse that you have taken medicine is not the best evidence!
Murong Xue’s eyes are cold and cold, like laughing and laughing: although it fell off the cliff, it fell into pieces, but there are so many guards here, look carefully, you can definitely find the horse’s body...
Murong Jian was dark and black, and the hand under the sleeves was tightly gripped, and his teeth were cut: Murong Xue...
"Mu Rong adults... Murong adults... What happened to you?" The guard saw Mu Rongjian squinting and not talking, and could not help but scream a few times.
Murong Jian suddenly returned to God, smiling unnaturally: "This official is fine, just accidentally, fell off the cliff..."
Upon hearing this answer, Murong stunned and said in a hurry: "Hey, I obviously saw it with my own eyes..."
Murong Jian interrupted his words and smiled: "This is the case, you are farther away, afraid that you are not looking really..."
When Murong Yu got to his lips, he swallowed it back. He screamed Murong Xue and Murong, and the bottom was full of anger and unwillingness.
The guards nodded and understood: "It turned out that Murong was shocked."
Mu Rongjian smiled and kindly: "The salvation of all your life, the official remembers in mind, the official's housekeeper Chai Jin was seriously injured, unconscious, and asked you to send him back to the town of Houfu."
The guard looked at Murong Jian with amazement: "Is Murong adults not going back to the government?" He was not hurt.
"I have to accompany my children to the military camp. I will not return to the government for the time being. I am in trouble." Murong Jian smiled and put a big silver ingot into the guard: "It’s a little bit interesting, please have a drink."
The guards pinched the silver ingot in his hand and smiled brightly: "Mu Rong is very polite."
Murong Xue gently raised his eyebrows. Murong Jian’s sleeves were still covered with a small vine leaf. He should have caught the vines when he fell, and stabilized his body shape before he fell to the ground.
His sleeves were scratched and smashed, and the movement of the silver ingots was a little trembling. It was obvious that his arm was seriously injured. He did not return to the government to see the wound. He even thought about going to the military camp. He really wanted Murong to be the army. Or is there another plot?
"Shizi, humble job retreat!" The respectful address of the guards came into the ears, and Murong Xue looked up and saw that the guards had bowed a ritual to Ouyang Shaosheng, carrying Chai Jin and striding toward the official road.
She blinked her eyes. Chai Jin is the right arm of Murong Jian. He seriously broke his leg. It is equivalent to folding an arm of Murong Jian. When Murong Jian reinvents himself, when he does evil, he will not be as smooth as before. She will look at it. Look, Murong Jian can play tricks!
"Brother, it's not early, let's go to the military camp."
"Good!" Murong nodded: the horse went crazy, ran away from the official road, and delayed a lot of time, I hope he can also rush to the barracks in time.
"Little Houye, you will be carrying you." Ge Hui took the horse and walked to Murong.
Murong Yu’s horse fell into the cliff and couldn’t ride anymore. Murong Jian and his son were here again. Who can guarantee that they didn’t do anything else, Murong’s horse riding alone, he really did not trust.
"Yeah!" Murong nodded, followed Ge Hui on the horse, and sat firmly behind him.
Murong Xue also walked to his fast horse, turned over the horse, just settled, a white figure descended from the sky, fell on the horse behind her, a touch of ink bamboo scented around the nose, Murong Xue raised his eyebrows to look at him: "You do Well?"
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