Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 2742 Bandit Dao Xing: Turn the emperor back to the cottage (27)

   and far on the other side,

  On the road.

  To walk a relatively remote mountain road.

  Wen Shuliang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and heaved a sigh of relief in his heart.

  Fortunately, this time I brought enough coils, otherwise I really don’t know how to get there.

  Thinking of the cold-faced third-in-chief before leaving the cottage, Wen Shuliang's emotions eased slightly.

  Thinking about how many more days will it take to reach the capital?

  A sudden gust of cold wind blew by, and the scraping branches and leaves were rustling. The road was very quiet. For a while, there were only the sound of rustling and Wen Shuliang's walking.

  Wen Shuliang frowned subconsciously, and suddenly felt something was wrong, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

  The man quickened his pace and hurried away with his bag wrapped around his back.

But……

   But suddenly a group of people jumped out of the nearby jungle.

  They are all wearing black clothes and face masks, covering their faces strictly, only revealing a pair of eyes outside.

  Wen Shucong's heart jumped suddenly, he swallowed, and took a half step back subconsciously, and said in a deep voice, "What are you guys doing?"

  The black-clothed men glanced at each other, and saw the same meaning directly in each other's eyes.

  That means, stop talking nonsense, just go straight to it.

  After all, Mr. Bai said in the letter before that he should do things simply and neatly.

  So no one answered Wen Shuliang's question, and he approached directly, and the long sword drew a biting light.

  "Stop!" Wen Shuliang was so scared that his pupils shrank in a circle, his legs were slightly soft, "Do you want money? I have it! I'll give it to you!"

  Except for those who popped up to rob, Wen Shuliang couldn't think of anyone else who could do this to him.

  The few people sneered, unmoved, went straight up.

  He beat Wen Shuliang violently until he fainted and took Wen Shuliang's baggage away.

   Seeing the indispensable gold and silver property inside, someone sighed: "Where did I say that Wen Shuliang got so much money?"

  "Who knows, anyway, the master let us take most of it, leaving only a little enough to live." Someone said indifferently, "We should take off his clothes again."

  Others nodded: "It makes sense."

  They were still more kind, and finally left a coat for Wen Shuliang, then found a few pieces of silver from the bag and threw it on the ground, coming and leaving without a trace.

  Wen Shuliang woke up after an hour.

  The first consciousness he woke up was that his whole body was sore and the pain was unbearable.

   Thinking of the scene before the coma, Wen Shuliang's face turned pale, and he got up directly from the ground, looking for his own baggage.

  But he saw nothing except the broken silver scattered on the ground.

  He was still on the original mountain road, but his baggage was completely gone, and even his coat was taken away.

  Such an accident made Wen Shuliang feel overwhelmed with despair, his eyes were splitting, and he roared angrily in the mountains and forests.

   was so shocked that the birds on the tree flapped their wings and flew away, without any further response.

  Wen Shuliang felt physically and mentally exhausted.

  Obviously, I was still thinking about the beautiful scene after entering Beijing last second.

   But it was beaten back to reality in the next second.

  All these pieces of silver are left, how should he get to the capital, and what should he do on the way!

  Wen Shuliang hates those people just now, and he has already cursed thousands of times in his heart.

pity.

  No one cared about his mood.

  The next day.

  Early morning.

  It has just dawned, some mist is lingering, the light is slightly hazy, and crystal water drops dripping on the green grass.

  On the avenue leading to Yizhou, two red-brown Maxima running at great speed.

  Holding the horse with a whip, the hem of the clothes fluttered in the wind, leaving behind two red dusts floating in the air.

  The journey was smooth, and I saw a scenic creek ahead, and pulled the horses to graze in the fertile and lush grassland.

   Sitting on the green grass, looking at the green water and green mountains, it is truly pleasing to the eye.

  A century-old tree grows beside the stream, with intertwined roots. On the branches, a pair of magpies scream, spread their wings to fly freely, and unfold a beautiful and calm landscape picture.

The beauty in Xueyi has a calm and quiet breath. His clear and black-and-white eyes are looking at the reflection in the lake. The deep blue sky is reflected on the sparkling water, and the fish pass through the floating clouds and the branches of the whirling trees. The phantom, the stream clinking, like a cheerful symphony.

  "Do you plan to do this all the time?" He curled the corners of his lips slightly, and asked Dyeing White calmly.

The water and the sky are in a very ethereal distance. For the convenience of the journey, and because someone in the Yu family has seen dyed white, she dressed up in a man's suit. The purple dress is elegant and luxurious, set against the young male and female. The distinguished delicate face, although stunning, but not half feminine.

  The wild and cold breath, coupled with the strong sense of youth, if I saw him, I would really not doubt that this was a girl.

pity.

is her.

  Not him.

"What?" Hearing Lian Yi's question, dyed white lazily leaning against a branch, staggered and staggered, the old tree with thick branches, a cut shadow from the shadow of the tree fell, and there was a kind of righteous and evil on her body. breath.

  Clothes are reflected in the lake water.

  Lian Yi's thin lips lightly opened, and he uttered three calm words: "In the cottage."

  He also has a heart for cherishing talents.

That kind of people……

  If you only live in the bandit village all your life, I’m afraid it’s a waste of talent.

Ran Bai tilted her head, raised her eyebrows and chuckles. Those peach blossom eyes seemed to be misty and lightly colored. Then he straightened up and walked to the side of Lian Yi, sitting down on the emerald green grass, a little casually sloppy, "Then you What do you think about me?"

  "Should you not look at Miss Joe herself?"

  Her future, what qualifications does he have to call the shots?

  "You are not..." After a pause, Dye Bai changed her mouth again: "Forget it." She held her side face, with a pair of peach eyes, "It's okay, you can think about it."

  After all, you are my person.

  Of course it works.

  Others are not eligible.

   Lian Yi calmly said, "Do you want to enter Beijing?"

  This sentence is probably a very remote topic for an ordinary bandit. After all, he has no fixed place and has fallen into the grass. How can he talk about entering Beijing?

  Ranbai turned a piece of emerald green furry grass in his hand, and said nothing.

Lian Yi sighed lightly and looked at the lazy and evil young man on his side. The willful breath revealed the unruly wildness from his bones. He sighed softly, and suddenly whispered, "Never mind." ."

  Like a lone wolf.

  Never surrender, and will never be tamed.

  If you really enter Beijing,

   is actually restrained.

  That wicked and unruly temperament, I don't know if it is thinking of the past or simply cherishing talents.

  Lian Yi did not want such a rare temperament to be obliterated by the red tapes of the capital and the tricky plots in the court.

  The sky is as blue as washing, and there is no cloud in the sky.

  The breeze is not dry, and the sun is just right.

  (End of this chapter)