Chapter 89: Is it dead now?

"The person that Chang'an brought to me said that after the other party took Cazor, he still boldly threw the main account there, and he never refused to move the nest. Now he is even more openly telling me Chang ..." Chang'an was in his hand. ...
Huayi's last few words were contained in his mouth and he didn't say anything. The voice seemed to be restraining, but when Lu Quan leaned his head to look at him, there was no clue in his face.
Huayi was silent for a moment, then went on to say: "The man's name is Jing Chu, who is ... my second brother. He has always regarded himself very high, and since he was a boy, he has acted strangely and unpredictably. Very perverse, right now it can be said to be standing there brazenly, to make the appearance of water and soil cover-this way, on the surface, we are asking him, in fact, he is waiting there to relax, forcing us to fight. "
Lu Quan nodded silently, and then asked a little worried after a while: "Is there no news in Chang'an?"
This time Huayi didn't immediately answer the call, and the hand on the side of the body calmly punched into a punch.
I don't know how long it took before Huayi opened her mouth dry.
"Chang'an ..." He closed his eyes for a moment, his expression seemed cracked, and then it seemed that his instinct reluctantly dragged a smile-the news of Changan's accident was hidden by him, and he was not made clear to everyone. What exactly is written on the note, "You do n’t know that Changan man, a dog with a temper, not hard or hard, who can win it? If he still has a breath, how can he fall into the hands of others ... ... "
He couldn't go on.
Lu Quan said nothing, and now he understood that he was speaking the wrong words. He lowered his head and tried to shift the topic clumsily: "Since this is all the case, I don't think we need to worry about anything, just take the other party's main account. Kill him without leaving a piece of armor. Our brother hasn't seen anyone these years? Even the black wind Park Ya who has been rampant for so many years has been flattened, who are you afraid of? "
Huayi smiled reluctantly, but his heart was silent, but he took out the jug from his waist, took a sip, and then, like Changan, restrained it in his mouth and swallowed it little by little.
When this sip was completely in his stomach, Huayi slowly said with a low and low voice: "I haven't been able to figure out all these years. How did an Asian beast control the many orcs? When I followed Sollywood to grow a lot of crooked insights, I realized that there are many ways to control people in the world, but in general, it is just the use of medicine or holding the other side's weaknesses, even Jingchu means Gaoming is nothing but both. However, those who are controlled by drugs are mostly like puppet dummy, without the wisdom of ordinary people, and most of the coerced are unsteady, ready to counterattack the master at any time. This is his fatal weakness. . "
The coach is the backbone of a team of men and women. The calm and firm attitude of Huayi is a great encouragement to those who follow him. Even Lu Quan was shocked when he heard the words, as if he had found a way to deal with the enemy.
"Even if he does another move, it doesn't matter." Huayi continued, he deliberately slowed down his words, spit out word by word steadily, stopped where he could not control, and counted his own A heartbeat for a moment, "Solemu's notes are nonsense, but the days are written below. Anyhow, he told us his current position. I think the allies of the winged orc in the extreme north will soon arrive. When they come, We don't have any worries about it anymore, you guys just follow me, just rush forward, I'll see if he is a demon or a ghost, where can he be magical! "
Having said that, he officially set off and walked forward.
This time, Lu Quan finally had eyesight for a while, and when he heard the words, he immediately raised his hand and shouted. The orcs were all in sympathy, and soon he was smitten with anger.
Huayi walked in front, and the strong wind outside the customs raised his hair, revealing a face like a knife, but only silent.
Silent, there was another.
Luda stood behind the team far away, with heavy fatigue and gloom on her face, and she looked yellow and yellow, and now she was out of blue and black, her eyes seemed to freeze.
For some reason, Huayi left a small group of people here to "guard", among them Luda and Qingliang brought by Huayi.
There are people from all over the city to guard the city. Since they have been taken out of Haizhu City from afar, should they be left here to look after the house? Ruda is not stupid. On the contrary, he thinks heavier than the average person, thinks too much, and is in his heart. Sometimes he is unavoidably narrow-minded. Although Huayi did n’t say anything, Ruda knows that this It was because of the grandma, that their king of the East Sea even left Qingliang with good intentions. Qingliang had been watching him secretly, and his expression stopped, Qingliang couldn't hide it from being careful. For what it is at this time, it is clear.
Luda reached out and covered his chest, the bead ... and Grandma's nails, all placed against his chest. Luda was dying in pain, and he had no idea how he had spent the last two days.
But his last reason told him that he couldn't say a word—especially when Huayi didn't have a profound look.
However, it is not convenient to deal with him at the moment in war. What will Huayi do to him when he returns?
Maybe ... it is possible to kill him.
His master might stop it, but how useful is it? The Changan man has always been quite satisfactory in this kind of thing, and he is so good that he can grit his teeth. Maybe even if he knows this, he just lowers his head and his eyes down, and says, "handle according to city regulations."
Luda sometimes even wondered whether Master Chang'an had become the incarnation of the icy city plan. The person who held his hand in the stone cave to teach him a sharp knife ... Was he imprisoned long ago? What about the boxy walls that died long ago?
Or, Chang'an was born with a cold temper. He was as sharp and ruthless as the blade in his hand. He was always full of affection for him. When talking to him, his voice should be lower, and he should be a god, He loved more than treasure, respected him, worshiped him, and even regarded him as his loved one.
But what does Changan think?
I am afraid that no one except Wang has ever thought of it? To him, maybe he was like a little pet. He saved it, teased it, and ate it. After a while, he forgot ...
It's the same as a shy man who is useless and only smirks.
He was just a slave ... the son of a defeated man who died in disgrace in their hands.
Thinking of this, Luda was almost sad and angry.
Lu Damu took the back of Huayi and others away and suddenly turned around and strode towards his temporary account. Qing Liang hesitantly wanted to follow him, and he hysterically turned back and scolded the "roll" Scared to the ground, scarcely walking or helpless.
Lu Da stumbled back to his place, not knowing when he was already in tears.
"What can I do if you kill me?" He squeezed the words out of his teeth. "What do I think? Who cares what I think, who cares about my feelings, who cares about who I love and who doesn't. Who?!"
He desperately wanted to suppress the choking in his throat so that he was so embarrassed that he hammered desperately on his makeshift bed, roaring like an angry beast.
Anger, hatred, and grievance had filled his heart. He seemed to be Ruda, and he seemed to have become an individual—he was no longer shocked or entangled in the identity of Grandma. For Ruda at this time It is irrelevant what Grandma is. The only thing that mattered was that he loved that woman, and she was dead. The corpse did not know where the person had been thrown. All that was left was the nails that Guanghua no longer attached to her heart, making her spine cold. cool.
Luda's nails dart into the bed, burying her face on it, and a muffled whine sounded.
Many things in the memory are lost, and only those young girls who sneakily point at his back and talk in disdain and disdain, are treated lightly, scolded, or scolded, or Earlier, the cold prison, and the shackles stuck in the wrist hurting to the bones ... Finally, it was fixed on Changan's lonely and cold face.
Yes, when he suddenly heard the old lunatic talking, he clearly touched his heart, but passed away in such a muddled manner afterwards, wasn't it because he couldn't bear his identity at that time?
Pretending not to know, he was still the first apprentice of the admiration of the crowd, and he could inspect the city with his armoured toes, instead of the ragged clothes, who could not be transformed into a beast in his life, but could only be driven by a lowly slave embryo.
Suddenly Luda sneered lowly, crying while laughing, like madness-at this step, didn't he take it for himself? The stolen thing really is a bad name ... So far, he is already a governor, but looking at the twenty cities of the East China Sea, which one has put him in his eyes?
Qingliang knows the beginning and end of the matter, because after Huayi left, she squatted very worriedly at the door of Lu Da's account. Until the day was about to come, Qing Liang's legs were squatted, and Lu Da didn't show up.
Qingliang limped up quickly and looked at him with concern. Luda's eyes were bloodshot, but her expression was strangely calm, as if the sea was brewing a storm.
Qing Liang opened her mouth: "The way ..."
Luda raised his hand and pressed his words, staring at the ground and saying, "You don't need to say anything, I understand."
Qing Liang hesitated, only listening to Luda and then saying, "I know, that woman lied to me and used me. She is ... now dead?"
Qing Liang nodded silently, after a while, added: "She ... oh, don't be sad for this kind of person, she was caught by the city owner ... oh, everybody makes mistakes, and this person Very cunning, neither the king nor the city owner blame you. "
Luda smiled strangely.
Seeing what he looked like, Qingliang scratched his head and scratched his cheeks, wondering what to say.
Lu Da, however, converged, came over, patted his shoulder with one hand, and sighed in a low voice: "Good brother, thank you very much."
After speaking, he turned and left, and Qingliang didn't respond for a while, always felt that something was wrong.
After that, Luda seemed to be back to normal, and seemed to have nothing special. Even Qingliang saw him smile, but Qingliang always felt uneasy, but didn't know why.
That night, Qing Liang lay down with such suspicions, and she had nightmares again and again.
Sleeping in the middle of the night, Qing Liang suddenly stunned and sat up suddenly, her heart beating like thunder.
No-Qingliang didn't know how to think about it-there must be something wrong. Luda was always a wasteman and a wasteman. He was in a good mood but just called him by name. ?
Qing Liang rushed out of her account and ran toward Luda.
Luda's account door was hidden, leaving no one inside.