Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan looked contemptuous, and a light that seemed to be pitiful and compassionate escaped from the phoenix eyes.

She hooked her lips and dropped a light sentence, "The corpse, drag it to the dog."

Meng Tian responded immediately.

Zhong Xiaowu rubbed his hands and bumped Meng Tian's arm behind him, "You bastard, you're doing it too well, right?"

Getting used to it so quickly?

Thinking that when he saw Su Yan beheading someone for the first time, his eyeballs almost popped out of his eyes.

How can a woman behead a person like cutting a watermelon? With that relaxed and comfortable energy, who can believe that she is the first time to kill someone?

Moreover, this woman also has an alluring posture, as beautiful as a flower.

That's even scarier!

...

Su Yan walked back, and the people kneeling on the ground supported each other and stood up.

When Meng Tian took someone to dispose of Liang Anzhi's body, he discovered that Liang Anzhi's body had been destroyed beyond recognition.

There are traces of footprints and saliva all over it, and the head has been smashed by something, and it doesn't look like it is rotten.

"Bah, you deserve it!"

Meng Tian scolded, even looking at it more for fear of dirtying his eyes.

He instructed his subordinates to wrap the rotten and disrespectful corpse in a mat with a stick and carried it directly to the mass grave.

Liang Anzhi succeeded as a villain, and with the support of someone, he made a fortune in Qingcheng. Not only extravagant love and enjoyment, but also shut out the people of the city.

If anyone dares to be soft-hearted and let people in, then a punishment is inevitable. Seriously, it will kill you.

This is on the battlefield, and every soldier's life is very precious, but Liang Anzhi trampled on it like this!

At first, the soldiers couldn't see it, and they would open the city gate to bring people in. Later, when Liang Anzhi saw the soldiers go their own way, he simply killed the civilians who had sneaked in.

Since then, no one dared to let people in.

Fearing that they would be in danger, they built a grass hut outside, and the soldiers took turns to stand guard to escort them.

Therefore, it is not unreasonable for the people to resent Liang Anzhi so much.

This kind of person is going to the eighteen layers of hell after death, and he deserves it!

...

Lushui County, separated by a city, was once the territory of Dayan.

Now it has been captured by the barbarians of Daliao, and soon, it will launch an attack on Qingcheng.

In the spacious hall, the sound of silk and bamboo, the dancer was dressed in a tulle, with a slender waist exposed, singing and dancing, like a snake demon incarnation.

Tuoba Zhuo, the prince of the Liao Dynasty, was leaning on the soft collapse, his black hair braided in a small braid and tied high in the golden crown.

He rubbed the wine cup, his facial features were cold, and there was a lingering scowl between his brows.

Suddenly, he frowned and raised his hand abruptly.

"stop!"

The musicians and dancers hurriedly stopped and respectfully stepped aside.

Tuoba Zhuo listened carefully, his expression cold, "What sound?"

The generals trembled, looked at each other and shook their heads in unison.

"Your Highness, there is no sound..."

"Yeah, none of the subordinates heard it."

"No—" Tuoba Zhuo stood up straight, with a bad premonition in his heart.

His hunch has always been accurate, and it is this special ability that allows him to escape from death again and again, defeat other brothers, and gain the position of the prince.

Now, his feeling reappeared.

only--

Very bad, very bad!

"This……"

At this moment, the military advisor with the goatee pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Your Highness, could it be the voice from Qingcheng?"

"Oh?" Tuoba Zhuo raised his eyebrows.