While thinking about it, Jiang Dali felt happy and praised his genius idea. He laughed and took out the wine bag, drank to his heart's content, flicked his knife and sang loudly.

"Yuyu fights against the isolated city in all directions,

Ping Ming Jian Qi looks at the sound of the sword.

The chivalrous bones have been missing for thousands of years,

The blood-red leaves are drunk by the autumn wind...

What kind of autumn breeze should I get drunk on? I like to get drunk on the spring breeze the most... I will go to Zhan Gucheng in a short while and get drunk on the spring breeze!"

Huhu——

The wind is howling.

The singing sound floated high up, and soon it was mixed with the sound of wind and could not be heard clearly.

...

time flies.

The sun sets and the moon rises.

Soon it will be evening.

The chill of autumn creeps into the body unknowingly, causing goosebumps to stand out.

A mist arose in the night, shrouding Qingyang City, making the surrounding area completely dark and full of haze, with not even the moonlight able to penetrate.

In this kind of weather, it is simply a dark and windy night that kills people.

In the prison in Qingyang City.

All the wardens guarding the prison cheered up.

Nearly half of the entire county's government officials were temporarily dispatched and stayed at the prison to guard Hua Zhezhi, the young master who was suddenly caught and imprisoned, waiting for the experts from the six gates to come and pick him up.

It was this night, in the confusing aluminum-gray night sky, that a huge eagle flew through the fog.

A figure flipped down from the air. When it was about to land, the figure continued to move in the air like a gecko and a dragon. It landed lightly on the roof of an attic without making a single sound...

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Chapter completed!