Ding Laosan was a little drunk.

Since I became a bandit, I have never enjoyed such a luxurious life for a day.

Those were more than a dozen young women who served themselves alone.

Someone serves wine and some feeds vegetables, of course, you can also applaud them at any time.

Even in the dream, Ding Laosan couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this time, in Xingqing Palace.

Although there was no morning court today, Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji did not sleep until too late.

After all, there are so many big and small matters waiting for him to deal with.

Soon, a troublesome thing was placed on his desk.

Gan Quanlin, the governor of Yangzhou, reported that Yangzhou has suffered a lot of rain recently and is facing a major flood. Please make arrangements early.

this.

Xuanzong began to think about it again.

Li Yi, Tiangou Food Day, Jiangnan floods.

Did I really do something wrong with this?

But, what exactly is it?

Li Longji's suspicion became even more intense.

At this moment, a little eunuch came to report and Wu Rong asked for a meeting.

"Emperor, everyone in the Condor Heroes tribe has been tried. They are all bought by the Prince of Enbang, Kiriko, who intends to provoke a war with us and the Khitan.

But there is no evidence to prove whether King Enbang was involved.”

Emperor Xuanzong breathed a sigh of relief. Since there was no evidence that Enbang directly ordered the matter, there was room for ease.

After Wu Rong left, Xuanzong suddenly felt thoughtful, "Old Gao, where have Li Ying and Shen Buyi been?"

Gao Lishi bowed slightly, "Go back to the emperor, I will be back in three days."

"Okay, OK!"

Emperor Xuanzong became excited.

At this time, Zhang Zijing's mansion was on the way.

Zhang Xing seemed a little nervous when he stood in front of Zhang Zijing.

"Young Master, I don't want to go back to Chang County, I want to stay here to serve you."

Zhang Zijing shook his head, "Zhang Xing, it's very dangerous for you to stay here. If you are recognized, we will have no room for maneuver."

Seeing that the master had decided, Zhang Xing didn't say anything else.

He took the bag handed over by Zhang San, kowtowed to Zhang Zijing again, and then left unwillingly.

After leaving Mingde Gate, Zhang Xing looked back reluctantly at the towering city gate tower. Alas, I don’t know when I will come back here again! Zhang Xing only focused on moving forward, but did not notice that behind him, a man in gray followed him slowly.

I went out for more than ten miles in one breath, and there was a forest on the roadside in front.

The forest is not big, but the branches and leaves are dense, making it a good place to rest.

Zhang Xing chose a big tree, leaned against it, took off his carry-on kettle, and gulped it, and drank a few sips of water.

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed his shoulder.

Ouch.

Zhang Xing had no time to shout, and was carried and threw it into the woods.

Zhang Xing got up from the ground and looked at the man in gray in front of him, "You, who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Hehehehehehehe, it doesn't matter who I am."

The man in gray laughed dryly, "I'm here, of course I'm sending you to see the King of Hell."

Fear began to spread in Zhang Xing's heart.

"Why do you want to kill me?"

"Because, you know so much."

The man in gray obviously did not rush to take action. Perhaps in his opinion, in this wilderness and dense forest, Zhang Xing was already a fish in the pond and could not escape.

"You, you made a mistake, right, you must have recognized the wrong person. I am just a servant, I am a servant who serves people."

Zhang Xing seemed to have caught a life-saving straw.

The man in gray smiled again, "Your name is Zhang Xing, right?"

When I heard the other party shouting out his name.

Zhang Xing was completely confused.

“Yes, yes!”

"That's it, that's right."

"Yes, who wants to kill me."

Zhang Xing held the bag in his hand tightly and scattered his eyes around, looking for a possible escape route.

And all this was obviously seen by the other party.

"No need to see, you can't run away."

The man in gray is very conceited.

"No one I, Chen Shou, wants to kill, can survive."

Although this is a bit pretentious, it's effective.

Zhang Xing's voice became trembling.

"You, you should let me die! "

Chen Shoucang clanged, pulled out the sword from his waist, held it in his hand and fiddled with it for a few times.

"Okay, then I'll let you understand.

You recognize Zhang Zijing."

Recognize it.

That's too recognizable.

Zhang Xing nodded repeatedly.

Suddenly, he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"You mean, yes, it's the young master," Chen Shou nodded, "No, you have to remember. If you arrive at the underworld and want to seek your life, go find him."

After saying that, he slowly raised the scimitar in his hand over his head.

Just the moment he planned to cut down.

A little cold light suddenly appeared.

bite.

A light sound.

Chen Shou was stunned.

He put down his knife and looked carefully.

There was a little cold light embedded on the back of the knife.

Good kung fu.

Chen Shou couldn't help but exclaim all morning, and then shouted loudly, "Who is my friend? Please show up and talk."

He shouted three times in a row.

Everything is quiet.

There was no response except for a gust of wind blowing through the treetops.

Chen Shou looked at Zhang Xing who was still in shock, and looked frightened, staring at the scimitar in his hand.

Well, Chen Shou raised the scimitar again without doing anything.

There was another sound in my ears, jingling.

This time the strength is obviously much greater than the first time.

Chen Shou felt his arms numb.

He lowered his knife helplessly.

This person can't be killed today, and he was so awesome just now.
To be continued...