In the early morning, the morning light enveloped Taiping City.

"Bitch bitch slave!"

"Who the hell stole Yeye's underpants!"

"Grass mud horse! Yeah, do you know that you are a rotten crotch? You are so damn waiting for a rotten bird!"

"Husband, yesterday that man said that doing business together can make a fortune, and today he can give you two cents in interest. Where is he?"

"Prodigal women, they must be liars!"

"Someone was robbed!"

"Zhao Laowu was robbed and stabbed to death. It was bloody!"

The day begins in Sin City.

When Yang Xuan entered the city, he saw a chaotic scene.

"I've seen the Ming Dynasty."

Everyone salutes.

Yang Xuan suddenly felt like going home.

This city depends on his protection, and these people depend on his protection.

At this moment, everyone returned to his Taiping City.

"I've met Lang Jun, this..." Cao Ying and others were a little surprised when they saw the tired old thief and Wang Laoer.

"Attacked on the road."

Yi Niang came over after hearing the news and couldn't help but get angry when she saw this.

"Deploy the army to clear it up."

Now that the five hundred criminals have some appearance, Yi Niang has enough confidence.

"It's the Vashe tribe."

Yang Xuan sat down.

"Waxiebu..." Yi Niang: "..."

The power of Vashebu left everyone present speechless.

"But this revenge must be avenged."

Cao Ying looked like a gentleman and was thinking of a poisonous plan.

Yi Niang stood up and said distressedly: "Look at my second brother, his face is dark. One of those sheep should die."

"That's because he is lazy. He hasn't washed his face in two days!" Yang Xuan said with a dark face, "Yiniang, they can't eat mutton."

"It's edible." Wang Laoer looked at Yang Xuan eagerly.

"No!" Yi Niang also realized, "That's a hair product. Okay, okay, I'll go get a chicken and stew it to replenish the old thief and the second child."

"I want chicken legs!" Wang Laoer shouted loudly.

"Go wash your face first, or you'll break your legs!"

Yi Niang stepped out, Cao Ying said with a gloomy face: "Mr. Lang, sooner or later this account will have to be paid back!"

"Sooner or later?" Yang Xuan said coldly: "Seize the day!"

"Then... send troops?" Cao Ying felt that this was not a good idea.

With the strength of Yang Xuan's command, taking the initiative to send troops to attack the Waxie tribe would be a loss of lives.

Yang Xuan tapped the table and said calmly: "There has been less rain recently."

"Yes!" Cao Ying nodded.

"The sky is dry and things are dry." Yang Xuan's eyes became more serious, "Be careful of the candle!"

Cao Ying's body was shaken, "Arson?"

"Wrong, this is an asymmetric attack!" Yang Xuan said calmly: "By the way, give Hua Zhuo a fire."

Singing came from the headphones.

"You are like a fire in autumn..."

This song is good.

Then Zhuque's voice became deeper, "A fire on the mountain makes the director fall in love with me."

Nan He entered Taiping City at this moment.

"Where did it come from?"

the sergeant shouted.

Nan He glanced at the city gate and shook his head slightly.

The strength of the two sergeants was too weak. Once someone made a surprise attack, they would be easily broken through.

He slowly walked out of the gate and suddenly noticed the sound of armor scraping behind the city gate.

This is using two sergeants as bait. If there is really a surprise attack, the soldiers behind the city gate will be there in an instant.

Whose handiwork is this?

Does Lang Jun still have generals in his hands?

"Come to Chenzhou to join the army?" The sergeant looked at him and asked, "Do you have any acquaintances?"

"Yes!" Nan He nodded.

The sergeant asked: "Who?"

"Mr. Lang is Yang Mingfu."

The sergeant took a step back and said, "Someone wants to see Mingfu."

Behind the city gate, an armored sergeant came out, holding the handle of the knife in his hand, staring at Nan He with sharp eyes, "Untie the knife."

Nanhe removed his sword, and two soldiers led him in one after the other.

There were people standing on both sides of the street.

They all looked at Nan He with strange eyes.

Except for supplies and messengers from the state, no outsiders come here.

Nan He felt a little uncomfortable with these looks.

An old man walked over slowly, his eyes were cloudy and almost dull.

What's the meaning?

Nan He was about to speak.

The old man touched him gently.

Boom!

He fell straight to the ground.

"Killed someone!"

A young boy screamed and rushed over, "Ah Weng, Ah Weng!"

Nan He: "..."

He raised his hand in confusion, "I didn't touch him."

"You killed someone."

"Hey! I saw it really, that hit was pretty hard!"

The onlookers looked sympathetic.

"I didn't hit it!"

Nan He raised his hand innocently.

"It's not why you..."

A sergeant turned around and cursed: "They are guests from the Ming Dynasty. They have all stopped."

Whoosh!

The old man blinked and got up, looking as if nothing had happened.

The boy's tears miraculously stopped and he still sniffed.

Nan He: "..."

Where have I come?

Yang Xuan was listening to Cao Ying's report on the situation in the city.

"Food is a little boring, but you can get through it by tightening your belt..."

"Ming Mansion." Hu Zhang came in, "Someone came and said he came to seek refuge with Mr. Lang."

who?

Baodong?

Yang Xuan laughed dumbly, feeling that he had thought too much, "Let him do it."
To be continued...