Qian Yong was seriously injured.

Although there was nothing wrong with him on the outside, his internal injuries were tormenting him all the time. His elixir palace was weak and his martial energy was so painful that he broke out in a cold sweat after just two rounds of his meridians. However, brave warriors are all rough-skinned and thick-bodied.

Yes, the most able to bear hardships and bear hardships.

He worked hard to circulate his martial energy to nourish and repair his meridians.

After a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbidity.

As soon as he stood up and relaxed his muscles and bones, a heartbreaking crackling sound sounded in his body. He lowered his head and clenched his fists.

"The recovery can be 40%."

He was not satisfied with the turtle's climbing speed.

He wanted to recover faster, so if he had a chance, he would go to Zhang Yongqing and blow his head off with one fist!

After a while, the bodyguard came to call him.

"General, the meal is ready."

More and more refugees gathered together, and burly men like Qian Yong were occasionally seen, so he no longer had to hide. The only trouble was that as the number of refugees increased, food became a problem. In the past two days, on the road,

Not even a hint of green is visible.

Floods in Yanzhou, melee in Qianzhou.

Seventy percent of the millions of people in the two states have become refugees.

These refugees not only face exploitation by the coalition forces, but also face threats from other refugees, including murder and robbery, which is not uncommon.

However, Qian Yong and his party looked at the tall and powerful people and were not easy to mess with. So far, no one without a good eye has come to rob or steal goods.

"Come here."

Qian Yong did not ask Shen Tang and his party of five people (including the scribe Cui) how they could provide food for a hundred people without any logistics.

Some are good to eat.

Who cares whether food comes from a rooster or a hen?

He had just sat down and took a sip of the clear soup with salt added. From the corner of his eye, he saw an elegant white shadow, and the clear soup in his mouth that had not yet been swallowed spewed out. If it weren't for the quick eyesight and quick hands of his personal guard, the whole pot of soup would have been ruined. Qian Yong's expression It felt like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

The guards were confused and looked up.

Katsa——

A precious clay pot cracked.

The clear soup in the clay pot spilled out and doused the fire.

The elegant white shadow seemed to be aware of Qian Yong's eyes, and looked over. It was a beautiful face, with a complexion as white as snow, which made the bright red eyeliner under his eyes dazzling. Qian Yong was embarrassed and put the water-stained face on his face. Wiping his hands on his clothes.

I couldn't help but burst out in my heart.

Let him just say, the person named Shen is too handsome.

Too gorgeous to look like a pure man.

"Damn, what does it look like for a man to live a long life?"

Unexpectedly, the person surnamed Shen not only looks like a woman, but now she doesn’t even dress up. She just wears a blouse, which is layered on top of each other and looks as elegant as an immortal. For those who don’t know, I thought that an immortal has descended to earth. As for fleeing, why are you so conspicuous?

"Master Shen is back from outside?"

Shen Tang: "Yeah."

"Are you going to see the refugee situation again?"

Shen Tang's mood remained calm: "People's livelihood is very difficult."

Qian Yong tore off a small strip of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "Oh, Mr. Shen is still young. The older he is, the more he will not be so emotional. People, they become better with age. What kind of bird is there if you live for a long time?" Have you seen it? When I was young, like you, I worried about the country and the people all day long, but after I got a bruise and a swollen face, I realized that these are things that a saint should consider. "

Shen Tang asked him: "What about you?"

Qian Yong opened his mouth and showed a murderous smile: "I am a butcher, what does a butcher do? Killing! Come and kill one, come and chop off both. Either kill until you can't kill anymore, or wait for another butcher to kill. It’s me.”

Killing is the most unbreakable secret of survival.

Shen Tang said solemnly: "But I'm not a butcher."

Qian Yong admired Shen Tang's temperament of fighting whenever she wanted to, but he also couldn't stand some of her incongruous postures. He pretended to be joking but actually laughed at him: "Then Mr. Shen is a saint?"

Shen Tang glanced at him indifferently: "Everyone can be a saint."

Qian Yong wanted to say something else, but then he heard a familiar voice yelling: "Fuck you - Uncle Qian, get out of the way!"

He suddenly turned his head and saw Shen Tang in the distance.

However, Shen Tang, who was dressed in coarse linen and had a gray face, would not be able to pull him out for a while if he was thrown into the refugee group. Qian Yong was startled and made a decisive decision to stand up and retreat. Fortunately, the white clothes were fluttering. Shen Tang didn't make a move.

Qian Yong held his bodyguard behind him with his hands wide open.

Look at this, look at that, blurt it out.

"——Shen, what are you doing?"

This question really unfairly accused Shen Tang.

She was furious: "Could it be my ancestor who did this?"

After saying that, Shen Tang raised his hand and transformed into a long soldier, pointing at the counterfeit: "Monster, you haven't transformed into your true self in front of your ancestors!"

The movement here alarmed Jiang Sheng and his party.

Everyone looked at the two lords who were exactly the same - ah no, not exactly the same. The elegant Shen Tang in white had a frosty face and a cold temperament. When pointed at by a long soldier, he could collapse without changing his expression - this

Could it be the real or fake Monkey King?

"You faker is not good at pretending to be someone else. If you pretend to be on top of me, you really turn on the big lights in the toilet and you're looking for death!"

When Jiang Sheng and Ning Yan heard this, they knew who was the Lord of the Lord without having to distinguish, while Shen Tang, the other elegant man in white, obviously had no intention of speaking and raised his hand to form a sword.

A sword that everyone is very familiar with.

Give me the name, Mother Sword.

Shen Tang's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened.

You must know that after she entrusted the national seal to Kang Shi, she could no longer create the Loving Mother Sword, because the Loving Mother Sword was the national seal. Although the Loving Mother Sword of the person in front of her had no aura of the National Seal, it was not the same as the real Loving Mother Sword.

The swords are exactly the same, exactly the same.

"Monster, who are you?"

Shen Tang, who was dressed elegantly in white, said: "I am you."

Shen Tang laughed angrily at this clumsy lie: "Why didn't I know that I had another incarnation left outside?"

Shen Tang in white: "I am your evil thought."

Shen Tang was naturally confused: "What?"

Now it was the turn of Qian Yong and others to be shocked. Jiang Sheng and Ning Yan each created a cultural barrier to separate the two masters.

Only Shen Tang is still out of shape.

"Young people tend to forget things. How can you forget about me when you are in the palace?" Shen Tang's voice in white clothes made Shen Tang's smile stiffen.

"You, why did you come out?"

Qian Yong, a bystander, could hardly stand it anymore.

"You don't care how it came out, it's here to kill you!"

He wanted to ask God, what happened in the past few decades, why did the sixteenth-level creations appear one after another?

It’s just a sixteenth-level high-level creation...

How old is this person named Shen?

Shen Tang: "...Aren't you the adult me?"

Fuck, did you lie to her before co-writing?

No matter how you hear the word "evil thoughts", it means that it is not good.

Shen Tang in Bai Yi: "All living beings are like white paper at the beginning of their birth. As they grow older, they become tainted with the filth of heaven and earth, and evil thoughts are added to them. I am your adult, but I am also the incarnation of your evil thoughts."

Shen Tang: "...who is that three-year-old bean curd?"
Chapter completed!