Chapter 2005: Please let us go!

As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly felt something strange behind him.
Zhu Feng turned his head and quickly grabbed a hand that stretched out to his shoulder and pulled it violently.
"what!"
Hearing only a scream, a figure flew directly from behind his shoulder, fell heavily to the ground, and let out another scream.
Ye Yu and the others immediately jumped up and shouted, "There are assassins!"
"Be careful!"
"Protect the emperor!"
Ying Shao's movement was the fastest, a lunge rushed up, and he drew out the long sword from his waist with a brush, only to see a flash of cold light, piercing the man who fell to the ground.
At this moment, the old man rushed over: "No!"
Zhu Feng said: "Stop!"
Right between the lightning and flint, Ying Shao’s sword tip was almost only a few minutes away from the old man’s back, and stopped abruptly, and the sword gas almost hit his body, causing the old man to earn a violent profit. It seemed as if it had been pierced.
He shivered and said, "Don't do it! Don't kill him!"
A few people gathered around and surrounded them in the center.
Zhu Feng walked over slowly and took a closer look, but saw a man in his thirties who had just been thrown to the ground by him. At this moment, the old man was guarding his body. He grinned with pain, but he seemed to be looking around with swords and swords. Not afraid at all, looking at them with wide eyes.
"You, who are you?"
"..."
"Why are you throwing me?"
"..."
"It hurts."
Xue Yun hurried forward a few steps, looked down at the man, and frowned.
And the old man guarded him and said sadly: "He is not a bad guy, he is my little son, don't hurt him."
Xiao Seventeen also ran over, holding the man on the ground: "Uncle!"
The male monk Zhang Er looked at them puzzledly: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"
Zhu Feng looked at him and said Shen Shen, "What do you want to do?"
The man looked at him and smiled: "What am I doing? I'm not doing anything?"
"..."
"What are you doing?"
Ye Yu got angry, and stepped forward and pointed at him: "Do you still dare to be ignorant? Believe it or not, the little master killed you with a sword!"
"No!"
The old man said in horror: "What is he really going to do? He, he is a fool, what can he do?"
"Silly?"
Hearing these two words, Ye Yu frowned and looked at the man.
Zhu Feng also looked at him.
This man is in his thirties and looks handsome, but his eyes are very simple, in other words, he has no look, and he is not even more mature than the child named Xiao Seventeen.
The swords around him were facing him, but he was not afraid at all.
He smiled at them.
Ordinary people face such a scene, I'm afraid they won't laugh so fearlessly.
But they still didn't dare to relax easily. After all, they were not familiar with it. If the other party lied and suddenly assassinate Zhu Feng, wouldn't it be a bad thing.
At this moment, Xue Yun took a step forward and said softly: "Let me see."
Zhu Feng glanced at her and nodded gently: "Yeah."
Xue Yun stepped forward, and while the old man was still pressing on the young man, he rolled his eyelids, took another pulse, and carefully checked his head, then stood up and said to Zhu. Feng said: "He is indeed..."
Zhu Feng frowned: "What's the matter?"
Before the old man could answer, the young man on the ground struggled: "Let me get up, let me get up quickly."
Zhu Feng winked at the people around him.
The crowd helped the old man up and lifted the young man up again, but they were afraid that he would do something wrong again, so they clasped his hands.
The old man felt distressed and said hurriedly: "Let me come, let me send him back to rest first."
The young man was also obedient, and he was led to the back room, through a shabby curtain, listening to him comforting the son in a low voice, after a while, the inside became quiet.
Ye Yu thought for a while, and asked the little seventeen: "Boy, who is that person? Uncle?"
The little seventeen nodded: "Yes."
"He has always been like this?"
"Always."
"Then, what about your father?"
Xiao Seventeen blinked and pointed at the dark night outside the door: "It's outside."
Ye Yu was taken aback, then looked back at the cemetery outside the door.
I immediately understood.
At this time, the old man walked out of the back room.
Zhu Feng sat back on the previous stool, watched him walk over, and was about to speak, but saw the old man kneeling in front of him.
"The emperor, please let us go!"
"...!"
Zhu Feng's eyes widened suddenly.
What he was surprised was not the old man's attitude. After all, just in a hurry, Ye Xun and Ying Shao had already exposed his identity-getting angry is also going back. What he was surprised was the last sentence of the old man.
Let them go?
What do you mean?
Are they here, or their orders fail?
He can't remember, after he became the throne, any orders were directed at this family and Yumen Pass.
So he said: "What did you say?"
Seeing grandfather kneel down, Xiao Seventeen hurriedly came over to pull him, but saw the old man drag Xiao Seventeen to kneel in front of Zhu Feng, and said sincerely and sadly: "Quickly, please let the emperor release us. Only then, you Talent, to leave here, to see the sea you want to see."
The sea!
Hearing these two words, Xiao Seventeen's eyes lit up.
He was a little ignorant, but he immediately knelt and kowtow to Zhu Feng.
The people around were all clueless, not knowing what was going on. Zhu Feng looked at them solemnly and said, "Who are you? Why did I let you go? Are you here? I am related?"
The old man mourned: "We are here and have nothing to do with the emperor. It is already an ancestor's business. But--"
He said, raising his head to look towards Zhu Feng, tears flickering in his old eyes.
"But only the emperor can free us from this place."
"..."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and then said: "You get up first, and then you talk."
The old man stood up tremblingly, and even stood up with Xiao Seventeen next to him, looking at Zhu Feng with wide eyes, with a panic and dazed expression on his face.
Zhu Feng waved his hand: "Give a seat."
Everyone moved another chair over and let the old man sit down.
Zhu Feng said: "Who are you guys?"
The old man lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "The little man's surname is Wen and his name is Wen Liyu. This is my grandson Wen Bieyu."
"..."
"We were all born here."