The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

You, you want to talk to me while you have some breath.

Or do you want to take advantage of the breath and make sure that I can die before you?

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Chapter 1 Seventy: Brother Ritian's black technology, escaped from a hundred deaths, met Jiang Yuhui for the first time!

"Squeak..."

The door opened.

A little old man came in.

The moon is very bright, but it is a little pale when it falls, and it looks a little glaring when reflected on the little old man's face.

Zhao Hao's heart felt a little chilly, so he quickly lit the candlestick, strands of warm light filled the room, and sprinkled on the little old man's face...

Smile very kindly.

It's completely different from the picture just now.

I don't know which side is the illusion.

"sand!"

"sand!"

"sand!"

It was the sound of soles rubbing against the ground, and Jiang Zheng walked over slowly.

The sound of the master walking is very small.

According to the old man, when Jiang Zheng was young, his cultivation level was comparable to his. Although he was busy with government affairs all day, his cultivation level was not low.

But at this moment, his feet were dragging a little.

But he looked as usual, and sat on the edge of the bed with a light smile.

Zhao Hao stared at Jiang Zheng's star, the black energy was indeed much heavier than usual, but it was far from killing himself.

But yes, there is still half an hour.

There's no point doing it now.

He seemed a little anxious: "Didn't Eunuch Gui say that he could last for eight hours? Why is it so much earlier?"

Jiang Zheng smiled slightly: "Accident! If everything is expected, what is it called an accident?"

"What you said really makes sense."

The corner of Zhao Hao's mouth twitched: "We are going to be cold soon, so you are not afraid at all?"

Jiang Zheng rubbed his knees with his skinny hands, shook his head and said with a smile, "Is there anyone who isn't afraid? But if you're afraid, you become numb. When you fought side by side with your grandfather, you often encountered such dangers."

Zhao Hao patted his thigh: "Good guy, you're so unlucky!"

Jiang Zheng: "..."

Good guy!

Emotions are incoherent.

Zhao Hao rubbed his temples: "You encountered such old dangers before, how did you turn them into safety?"

The corner of Jiang Zheng's mouth twitched: "What can I do? Roll up your sleeves and do it. I didn't convince anyone when I was young!"

Zhao Hao glanced at him: "Then why do you feel like you have resigned yourself to your fate now?"

Jiang Zheng: "..."

Don't say it yet.

Really!

A lock of hair hung down, black.

But what was once white has become black.

He shook his head and put his hair back together, feeling that he might just be old.

He lacked some self-confidence to look down on the world, like an old man who is afraid of his hands and feet, looking forward and backward.

But so what?

From the moment the commander of the imperial guards died, he knew that something might go wrong this time.

Because his original intention was to use the Yuling Army as the main force, and let Zhuyi City supplement some people, and then break through to save people.

The imperial seal is lost, and hope is almost gone.

Unless Zhao Wudi disregarded the safety of Zhuyi City and transferred the main force here, such a long-distance attack would inevitably reduce the combat power, and the loss would be immeasurable.

This time... I am afraid that only the beast master will leave the arena voluntarily, and my group of people may escape.

But is it possible?

They painstakingly arranged and used their supernatural powers to avoid all the guard posts and release tens of thousands of fierce beasts towards the fixed points of the palace.

withdraw?

How can it be?

It's not that Jiang Zheng didn't think that there would be an accident during this trip, but he didn't expect it to happen in this way.

It is impossible to guard against it!

Zhao Hao grabbed Jiang Zheng's arm: "Father! You can't do this, you have to stand up!"

Jiang Zheng's mouth twitched.

Originally, I was the one who comforted this kid and the two of them to die together calmly.

In the end, this kid turned around and poured chicken soup on me?

The little old man spread his hands: "Then tell me, what should I do?"