The rising sun rises, and the road is shining.

Wei Yang brought his sword to the last shanty town in Hami City, which was where the poorest group of people in Hami lived.

Later, when Hami planned a new city, these people either had jobs and moved to a new home, and some had housing payments with the help of the royal palace and had brand new yards. Therefore, before demolition, all these places were used for the poor who arrived in Hami later, which was considered as the best use of the goods.

When Wei Yang arrived, the people here also rose up.

They were happy, they were happy, and they were celebrating the New Year, which was not frozen to death, had supplies to live and eat white flour.

A child jumped and jumped out of a very huge yard, wearing clothes donated by Hami people, with a dirty little face, and a little dizzy Wuyou. He held a piece of incense candle in his hand and covered the small pocket on his short shirt with the same hand, full of firecrackers.

"Little brother, are your adults at home?" Wei Yang asked in a depressed mood.

The child was stunned, stared at Wei Yang blankly, washed his nose, blinked, and suddenly, two candies fell out of his other pocket.

"Oh!" The child was in a hurry. While holding up the incense candle in his hand, he quickly squatted down to clean up the things he had fallen, and shouted in distress, "It's so expensive, this is so expensive!"

However, when he bent down, another piece of oil cake fell out of his pocket with candy. The oil cake was extremely elastic. It bounced on the ground a few times, rolling into a pool of dark mud.

The child burst into tears, not caring about the incense and candles in his hands, and did not want to throw the firecrackers in his pockets. He threw them down and rushed straight into the mud and water to grab the oil cake. He cried twice, and then he wanted to stuff the oil cake covered with mud and water into his mouth.

Suddenly, Wang-

I don't know who a tiny dog ​​on the other side of the yard rushed to the child, opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, and rolled it lightly, and the oil cake fell into its mouth.

Wei Yang jumped and hid his figure in the corner.

Someone is here.

"Remember, we must talk about these firecrackers, and they will be sent to the children here one by one. The royal family will definitely come to see them at noon. At that time, if these children are setting off firecrackers more, we must never let people know about that matter." Someone said in a deep voice.

Another laughed and said, "Don't worry, when the old man came back from the war, where did the old man get the kung fu to care about these poor people? The people sent by the royal palace have only completed the mission, so how could he take a closer look?"

The man said, "Be careful, the Marquis of Beiting is highly rank and powerful and decisive, and he cherishes these poor people the most. Once he knows about our affairs, he will not be able to cut off his head."

"What are you afraid of? Without us who do things, who will rely on to take care of so many poor people?" The answer said.

In a moment, two people walked out of the alley.

I saw a tall and big man with a tuft of hair on the corner of his mouth.

Another one was wearing a lord uniform and the sign hanging on his chest was green, and he was actually a Wuhou.

The tall man with silk all over his body, a knife on his waist, deep eyes and nose augmentation, was actually a man from the west.

The Luozhu smiled and said, "Okay, I won't give it to you-Huh? Ah Hu?"

He saw what the dog was eating, and saw the child sitting on the ground crying and wiped his tears. He couldn't help but laugh: "Whose baby is this? Ahu, what did you eat him?"

The child cried and said, "You pay me the oil cake, you pay me the oil cake."

Luo Zu laughed and said, "It's such a thing," he slapped his hands, "I'll eat it, why are you crying?"

The tall one smiled slightly and said indifferently: "It was probably the dessert sent to them by the Hou Mansion."

"What's the worth?" Luo Zu sneered, "Okay, you don't cry anymore. But if you eat some sweet cake, can you tell what this Hu is? This is the divine dog that Beiting Hou brought to the battlefield to fight for you and wait for you. What's wrong with eating your oil cake? Even if you eat you, what's wrong?"

A woman was so panicked that she came out of the big yard, bent down and pinched the child and picked him up and left.

"Stop!" the tall man shouted loudly, "If you asked you to wait a few days ago, you will remember it?"

The woman said in fear: "Yes, yes, I remember everything about the adults."

The man said, "You say it here!"

The woman lowered her head and trembled like a sieve. How could she dare to have the ability to reply?

Luo Zu was furious and pulled a soft whip from his waist, then hit him with his head, scolding: "Pigmented goods, vulgarity, you dare not remember what the master taught you?"

There was already a sharp sound of wind on the soft whip.

This person is not a master, but he is definitely not a mediocre person.

Only that whip reached mid-air, and even the size was incredible.

Wei Yang held the sword in one hand and pulled the soft whip in the other, and said coldly: "What did you teach her to say? You teach me."

The two of them were stunned and then crawled in horror.

The tall man shouted, "Sir, the villain is Mohualche's brother!"

Na Luozhu even shouted: "Sir, mark the old soldiers of Baiyu Camp--"

Wei Yang threw a soft whip on the ground, walked slowly over, and helped the woman who was kneeling on the ground, obviously she didn't recognize him.

"It's so difficult for poor people to live," Wei Yang patted her on the shoulder, "Sister-in-law, turn around with the child in his arms."

What to do?

The woman stared at him blankly.

"My name is Wei Yang. He said, the owner of the dog." Wei Yang said.

The little woman was even more shocked.

"I, I am on the side of our poor." Wei Yang sighed.

The little woman turned around and blood rose into the sky.

The tiny dog ​​had already felt Wei Yang's murderous intent, but this thing was very brave. He was chewing the oil cake in his mouth and crawling in his fighting posture, with a loud voice in his throat.

Wei Yang will not torture a dog.

Therefore, the sword energy splits it straight away.

"Child, don't look." Wei Yang suddenly covered the eyes of the child who was poking out of the woman's shoulder with one hand.

They are still young and don't have to see so much life and death.

There is no need to see the life and death of a dog.

The two men on the ground kowtowed like pounding garlic, and they knew their results.

"Bullying our people is like bullying Qingtian. Heaven will not punish you, I will serve Tianwei." Wei Yang raised his sword and asked, "Do you say it?"

Luo Zu shouted: "I wish to say, I wish to say, and I say everything."

The tall man hesitated for a moment.

Wei Yang walked around behind him, pulled his hair, rolled up his brocade clothes, and his long sword straddled his throat.

"I said!" The man's soul was frightened.

Oh--

Wei Yang pursed the corner of his lips and waved his sword backwards.

brush--

A burst of blood spurted the dirty road surface red.

"Wei recognizes you, but the sword in his hand cannot recognize you." Wei Yang brought up a head and threw it into the arms of the Luozhu. "Take this dog's head and go to my house to find Gao Lan and let her do it."

Luo Zu's hem was already wet. He was holding a head in his arms and was running wildly. Wei Yang stripped off the silk all over the body of the dead, tied it up casually, dragged his legs, hung it on Luo Zu's shoulder, patted his neck with blood, and said slowly: "Although I don't want to be too involved, I haven't seen Gao Lan for half an hour. Guess what I will deal with you?"

The human body cried like a sieve, "I know I am wrong..."

"Get out!" Wei Yang slashed his head with a sword and cut off his hair.

The whole area was silent.

I am Wei Yang.

These words are not just about children stop crying, but no one here dares to make a sound.

Wei Yang walked into the door and saw dozens of people, both of whom were sixty or seventy years old, and those who were raising breasts, staring at him blankly.

Wherever Wei Yang's eyes reached, he was silent.
Chapter completed!