#531: Tired

The old man is full of children and grandchildren, the wives and concubines are in groups, the family of Zhongming Ding food, the family that has been inherited for a hundred generations, never tire of eating fine, never tire of eating fine…

The warrior respects me, respects me and begs me, and the court respects me and honors me…

Drinking tea in my spare time to call friends and friends, and when I am busy, I will respond to every call…

The old man is a model for the world, a noble leader, a wise old man in Yanjing, a cabinet bachelor…

The day before yesterday, I was discussing national affairs in the cabinet. Yesterday, I chose Yingjie with the heads of various families…

So now…

“Just a nightmare.”

Yin Ling Bo He tearfully pushed Sassa Gioro away in his arms, the three-eyed titan’s constellation Martial Pillar, his appearance is still so tender and lovely, his skin can be broken by blowing bullets, just like a pounce Little boy in grandpa’s arms. But his internal organs had been blasted into minced meat by He Lei’s ‘landslide’ and ‘Hai Qing’ light, and a black turbid liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth. He was pushed by He Lei and fell to the ground without making any sound, as light as a baby.

Vientiane warfare has always been good at fighting cattle across mountains, and has always been the second choice of noble warriors – the first choice is sword-wielding warfare – killing people and leaving the whole body, wounding people invisible, elegant shots, and overwhelming people with momentum When He Lei first came into contact with the tactics, he recognized that the Vientiane tactics were the field he was willing to devote his whole life to researching.

Even though he was later called “The First Speed ​​of Radiance” because of his mastery of Lingxu tactics, He Lei still likes Vientiane tactics the most. Obviously, only with swords or guns can the power of the first speed be fully exerted, but He Lei is to use Vientiane tactics, even if it takes more than ten years to form a new tactical system.

He Lei is known as ‘Stop Killing Wuzhu’. In addition to praising him for his speed, he can only be used to ‘stop killing’ – he is the fastest Wuzhu. , is only the fastest Wuzhu.

This time, however, He Lei encountered an enemy that completely restrained his speed. The Three-eyed Titan’s ‘eye that reflects the present’ can hold him for a few moments, making his speed advantage vanish.

The Vientiane Warfare, which has been practiced for decades, finally came to its stage tonight.

But the price is also very heavy.

He Lei sat down next to the broken wall and looked down at the two sword hilts that were pierced into the chest and abdomen. In order to find a fighter, he had to show his flaws and seduce Sasa Gioro into his arms.

He succeeded, but Sasa Gioro did not give up this flaw, and took the initiative to expose himself to Yin Lingbo’s palm; he also failed, because the flaw he pretended to reveal was turned into a real flaw by Sasa Gioro.

The old hands trembled and held the hilt of the sword. He Lei suddenly gained some strength. He looked around to make sure that there was no one around, and then he decided to pull out the short sword. , The pain is so painful that the tears are crisscrossed, and the pain is so ragged as shrimps.

It took a while for him to catch his breath. He Lei leaned against the wall, his right hand glowing green and caressing the wound. If nothing else, interior warfare is a must for nobles, and He Lei naturally knows it, but in the past few decades, it has always been a medical officer to help him treat him, and it is the first time to treat himself.

After all, he is an aristocrat, guarding the imperial power, a pillar of the court, and noble by birth. The starting point is the end that countless people yearn for. He is very gifted, he is rarely a child prodigy, and is considered to be a slaughterer. He was taught from a young age that he was born to lead others, pastor and pastor the people. No one can compare to him, no one can make him worship…

So…how did he get to where he is now?

The position of the dignified head and assistant was stolen by the commander who was in charge of the vegetable garden; the responsibility of guarding the imperial court was also taken over by the boy Yu Ke. Although he is the leader of the Yanjing aristocracy, he has neither military power nor real power. Except for those “aristocratic prestige” who amuse themselves, the past few decades seem to have really been wasted.

As Cha Huan said, he calls himself ‘Old Man’, which shows that he has no ability to beat others except his age…

So it’s all because of tea? Yes, it must be his fault. If he hadn’t taught the old man too hard in the imperial court, how could the old man become timid because of this, greedy for the prosperity of Yanjing, and willing to be a noble?

Thinking like this, He Lei felt better, but he quickly shook his head with a wry smile.

He knew it had nothing to do with Cha Huan, because when Cha Huan was desperate, he started his own path of genius. In the second grade, he became the Nightmare Chief of the Imperial Court. Infinite, promising future…

He also had a passion, and wanted to become a peerless countryman, capable of carrying the country for thousands of years. To use the popular saying recently, it means that he can become a historical figure who can join “Wu Shuang Kill”…

However, this passion will always wear away a little bit of fame, fortune, and wealth, a little bit of time, and a little bit of the world’s unpredictability.

In the end, he did not become a frontier general of the suppressing side, nor did he become the chief assistant of the cabinet who ruled the world, but, like his countless fathers, became a nobleman who maintained traditions.

A noble living in a dream.

Compared with the past, this nightmare now makes He Lei feel alive. At least at this moment, he is not killing Wu Zhu, nor Yin Lingbo, but the nobles who are protecting Yanjing, the royal family, and the people!

“Cough!”

He Lei coughed up a mouthful of blood. He looked down and found that although he had stopped the bleeding from the wound, his body was still riddled with holes.

The internal organs are screaming, the blood is fleeing, and the seemingly strong appearance can’t suppress the collapse of this superficial body.

Sasa Gioro also used some tactics. Although He Lei’s injury looked like a sword injury, he had already used light to blast the rotten He Lei’s internal organs. If it wasn’t for Wu Zhu, He Lei would have been in a coma and shock due to internal bleeding, and then he would have died.

But even Wu Zhu can only skip the step of ‘coma shock’.

He Lei looked at the silver bell in his hand and let out a sigh: “Sima Huo… Come and save the old man… The old man is still saved…”

He lowered his hands feebly, looking up at the starry sky, and occasionally a firework or two would bloom in the dark night.

I don’t know how long it took, and an inexplicable force suddenly surged out of He Lei’s body, causing him to make his final call:

“Tea fun!”

“I’ve been wanting to say something to you for a long time, I don’t know if you can hear it or not, but I just want to say-“

“Me! Gan! You! Mother!”

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In the ruins of broken walls, Cha Huan suddenly turned around and looked around.

“Principal, what’s wrong?” Yu Ke asked, “Are there any other enemies?”

“No, I just feel like someone is calling me~IndoMTL.com~ Maybe someone pays respect to you, the principal before dying,” Yu Ke laughed: “If I were about to die, I would definitely thank the principal from the bottom of my heart. Your cultivation.”

“Why can’t you thank me when you are alive?”

“That can’t be done, it’s too embarrassing, and after you die, you don’t have to listen to the yin and yang behind you.”

“You two, can you leave it to the grave?” Xie Chenyuan couldn’t help but say, “The demon emperor is not dead yet.”

Yes, while Cha Huan and Yu Ke were chatting, Smile was still on the battlefield, and instead of attacking, it maintained a defensive posture. It has only been on the defensive for a few minutes, and during this time, no matter how the three of Cha Huan cut his flesh and blood, it has no intention of fighting back.

Even if Cha Huan stops to chat, it doesn’t do anything.

Although Cha Huan and the others have never seen an enemy who is willing to be a sandbag like this, they will naturally not be soft-hearted in the fight, and even more enjoyable to fight. But soon, they found a problem-

They are tired.