Chapter 51 Siege without attack

The sword clan put his ice blade next to him and sat cross-legged. Meng Huaxian rested aside and leaned his head against the wall and sighed "I'm so tired". XIAOYU leanED IN THE CORNER AND HELD IT IN HIS ARMS FOR A MOMENT, AND SlantED HIS HEAD BETWEEN THE TWO MEAT TUAN AND Slept. It seems that this little girl is also quite tired now.

Dugu Caihua looked at the magnificent waves on the left and couldn't help swallowing saliva: " boss, I'm hungry."

The swordsman nodded carelessly: "What do you want to eat?" Dugu picked flowers with a silent look: "There is nothing in this general cabinet." When Dugu picked flowers just finished speaking, he heard several bald donkeys put forward dozens of baskets of things: "Meat TUN, meat TUN (a kind of subcontinental food, shaped like steamed buns on earth, but several times larger than steamed buns)."

When Dugu Caihua heard the word meat bun, a red heart flashed out of his eyes, and his body rushed over. Dugu Caihua grabbed the meatUN, and only grabbed one with one hand, which made Dugu Caihua depressed.

"Each person is limited to one, and each person is limited to one,,,,,,,,,,,,,, that flower picker, why do you take four?" The bald donkey who distributed meat TUN pointed to Dugu picking flowers and shouted. As soon as the bald donkey finished his words, a group of people around looked at Dugu picking flowers with hatred. The latter's face was not red and his heart was beating, "Can't I bring it to my boss?"

Listen to Dugu picking flowers, everyone rushed to the bald donkey to grab the meat TUN.

Dugu picked flowers obscenely pinched the wrinkle tip of the meat TUN. He drooled and threw the steamed bun in his hand: "Here is the boss."

"The right hand." The swordsman pointed to it.

"Why?"

Menghua Xianping said angrily and funnyly, "Cabbamon, your saliva."

"Oh." Dugu Caihua wiped his saliva and handed the meat TUN of his right hand to the swordsman's hand. A drop of transparent ** flowed on the meat TUN like a silver line. The swordsman took the meat TUN in his hand and was stunned. Menghua Xianping covered his mouth and smiled: "Brother Jian, you are really tragic."

The sword clan rolled their eyes, broke the meatUN into two halves, and threw the half of the unknown object directly to Menghua Xianping. After all this, the sword clan looked at Menghua Xianping's Embarrassment and was happy.

Several men here are fighting happily. After all, the enemy is happy, and they have to fight with those Yi people later. However, several other groups of people besides the sword clan did frown. One by one, they have sad faces.

The swords also didn't care. Casting Jian Wanrong pinched the meat in his hand and his eyes circulated around. The swordsman took a look and said, "Are you looking for your father?" Zhu Jian Wanrong nodded hesitantly, and the sword clan said carelessly, "No, I don't care. As long as my uncle doesn't do anything, my sword clan can assure you that I will never touch my uncle in the future."

"If my father must move,,,,,,,," Zhu Jian Wanrong didn't go on.

The swordsman shook his head: "Sister Wanrong is not sad. I will definitely not do it unless I have to." At the same time, there was a burst of regret in the heart of the sword clan. The kindness and resentment of Jianghu was as simple as Wanrong thought. Once at that time, either you died or I died, there was no emotion to speak of at all.

Jian Xiao came over with half of the meat TUN and squatted in front of the sword clan: "Nephew."

"What's wrong, Uncle Xiao?" The swordsman looked up. Jian Xiao pointed to the outside with his finger holding the ball: "When we are eating meat TUNzi, the Yi people don't seem to be idle."

"Then what are they doing?" Meng Hua Xianping came over.

"Barbecue." Jian Xiao simply spit out two words. Xiao Yu pushed away the moment in her arms, and the beautiful woman drooled: "What? Where can I have a barbecue? I want to eat, too." Everyone looked at Xiao Yu with contempt. Xiao Yu was called wronged.

After listening to Jian Xiao's words, the sword clan stood up and walked to the door of the pavilion to look out. Sure enough, as Jian Xiao said, there was a barbecue fragrance. There was a golden shan pig on the shelf. The sword clan occasionally saw a few drops of lard dripping from it, making the fire more vigorous. Just smelling this fragrance, the sword clan feels that their resistance to food has plummeted.

"The barbecue of the Yi people is quite good." Jian Xiao exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

"Unfortunate, this is a kind of junk food." The sword clan snorted coldly and walked inside. Find a place to go back to sleep.

"junk food? What is that?" Jian Xiao turned his head and asked Meng Hua Xianping, who spread out his hands and said that he didn't know either.

Jian Xiao and Meng Hua Xianping found a place to sit next to the sword clan. Jian Xiao asked, "Have you thought of a way?"

The swordsman directly glanced at Menghua Xianping, which was self-evident. Menghua Xianping sighed helplessly: "It depends. Maybe the Phantom Legion will come back."

Longyang Canjun and Muyan Farewell Ji came to Jian Xiao. Longyang Canjun sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the sword flute, with an unconcerting face: "These Yi people are fucking scum."

Jianxiao and several others immediately felt a little strange when they heard it and said with one voice: "What's wrong?"

Longyang Canjun looked gloomy: "In the well on Zenmen Mountain, I put... Before Longyang Canjun finished speaking, Dugu picked flowers and roared: "Is it poison?"

Jian Xiao said angrily, "What poison? The Yi people have not mastered a high refining technology. It's a long diarrhea grass."

"What is long lax grass?" Dugu Caihua touched his head with a relatively low IQ and wondered

"A laxative."

"Why don't you see anyone who ate meat and had diarrhea?" Jian Xiao looked up at the people around him.

"Because this meat TUN was made yesterday. To be precise, after eating this meal, we didn't have the next meal. Longyang Canjun's face turned gloomy after saying that.

"Ah." Dugu picked flowers and looked at the meat TUN in his hand with a scream: "Isn't this product an overnight meal? It's still out of sale. I fuck the M of the Yi clan

The Soege sword clan saw the point at a glance and said, "Who will take the medicine?"

"I don't know for the time being, but one person is missing." Mu Yan's farewell girl glanced around and wasware of someone approaching. There was a trace of hidden pain in the heart of the sword clan. In addition to casting a sword and flat clothes, this person could not guess who else would be. What happened that night, the heart of the swordsman couldn't help returning to the old road. At this time, Muyan's farewell concubine had solved the mystery and indeed cast a sword and flat clothes.

Hearing these four words, the people present breathed a chill in their hearts. Although they were not sure that they would fight against the enemy, there was at least 80% of the possibility. After all, no matter what bad things a Chinese do, he can actually get the minimum respect. The only thing of collusion with foreign enemies and being a traitor is most despised by the Chinese people. What I hate. Since ancient times, Huayi has been unreliable, which is the most basic common sense of the Chinese people.

The sword clan stroked the cold blade in his hand, and his heart felt a chill. If it really came to this point, even if the sword plain clothes were cast and did not bother themselves, the sword clan would also take the initiative to find trouble of casting sword plain clothes, and there was a burst of pain in the heart of the sword clan. If that's the case, how can you face your cousin Wanrong? The swordsman almost dared to imagine.

While thinking about it in the swordsman's heart, Zhu Jian Wanrong has slowly moved his body over: "Brother Suo."

"What's the matter?"

"Is my father defecting to the enemy,,,, treason?" Zhu Jianwan gently bit his lips and asked in decline. The sword clan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How can it be? You should know how the hero has always gone back to do that kind of stupid thing."

"Brother Suo doesn't have to lie to Wanrong. Wanrong has heard a little of Jiansheng's words just now, so,,,,,," Zhu Jian Wanrong said here, holding the strong waist of the swordsman and weeping slightly: "Wanrong is so scared, so scared."

The swordsman patted Wanrong on the shoulder and comforted her, "Silly girl, don't be afraid. Isn't there still me as a cousin?" As soon as the swordsman finished speaking, he heard a sour word: "Yo, so intimate. What kind of lover is this?" Xiao Yu sat next to Wanrong with a smile.

Zhu Jian Wanrong hurriedly let go of her hand, lowered her head shyly, and a touch of rosy face appeared: "Sister Xiao Yu smiled." Xiao Yuge smiled, and the two proud people on her chest also patted Zhu Jian Wanrong's upturned shoulders with the laughter: "Stupid girl, I'm joking with you." Just as Xiao Yu finished laughing, there was a horn in the sky outside the pavilion.

The sword clan and Meng Hua Xianping were too familiar with these. They walked to the door of the pavilion in two steps and saw a flash of green fireworks in the sky. The sharp eyes of the sword clan look at the former meaning of Menghua Xianping is self-evident. After all, the royal family's signal fireworks have many meanings.

"The Phantom Legion has arrived." Menghua Xianping said excitedly. Behind him, Daojun Jiansheng, Gong Lose Jian Xiao and others followed, looked at the green sand coming out of the sky, and turned their heads to stare at Menghua Xianping for an answer. The latter nodded to the crowd: "The Empire's Phantom Legion has come, and I would like to ask for a few unified orders."

"I'll do it." Mu Yan said goodbye to herself, and many leaders also felt that there was no problem. After all, the name of Daojun Jiansheng was there, and no one in the world dared not be convinced.

Muyan waved her sword in her hand: "Everyone is ready to prepare. Let's rush to kill immediately after a scent. Defeat the enemy in one fell swoop."

"Good." Many martial arts colleagues cheered when they heard that they could kill the Yi people.

Menghua Xianping pulled out his long sword: "Dang, you can kill it well this time."

The swordsman looked at Meng Hua Xianping entangledly, and his long black hair was mixed with a little brown and light brown eyes, revealing a future king's domineering spirit. The white Tenglong robe highlights the height of Meng Hua Xianping. After all, this man is taller than ordinary Chinese.

"Why are you looking at me like this?"

"You forgot that you have a general lineage of Yi people." The swordsman spit out a sentence with a smile.

Meng Hua Xianping looked down and said, "I have hardly been to my grandmother's house, so don't say how many Yi blood I have."