Are you all after the heroine? I married that female devil

Gusu - the ancestral land of the Zhao family.

The once weathered village has now become a prosperous ancient town.

Before entering the town, you can already smell the lingering fragrance, which is the smell of vegetable dyes boiled for silk.

The Zhao family started their business by relying on silk. Although they now dominate the silk cloth business, they have never dared to lose their craftsmanship and still pass it on from generation to generation.

Outside the ancient town, a swordsman in black swam over like a ghost.

Song King Shen Jingyu privately raised a dead soldier - Black Sword.

The leading swordsman in black drew the long sword on his back and shouted: "Slaughter!"

The figure flickered, and black shadows rushed towards the ancient town like ravens.

Many Zhao family members only heard the door of their room being kicked open with a "bang", and their throats were sealed with a long sword in confusion.

"Oh!"

"What's wrong?" A swordsman in black asked in a low voice when he saw his companion standing motionless in front of the door.

The companion turned sideways, and the swordsman in black felt a stench hitting his face, which was in sharp contrast to the lingering fragrance in the courtyard.

Under the moonlight, the pupils behind the black-clothed swordsman's faceplate trembled. The small house was filled with hay, and a dozen skinny girls huddled in the corner, looking at him and his companions in horror.

The girls were dressed in rags and linen clothes, and various scars were clearly visible on their bare slender arms. Their small hands had long been soaked in dye and had stains that could not be washed away.

The swordsman in black frowned: "Slave..."

The rags and linen clothes are inexplicably ironic compared to the luxurious silks that are still drying in the courtyard.

"They are not the target." The companion's voice was hoarse.

"Leave them here?" The swordsman in black frowned even more tightly.

"Please... don't... leave us here..." The girl at the front stood up hurriedly when she heard the words, tripping on the iron chain under her feet and falling onto the hay.

The girl climbed up with all her strength and stared at the bloody sword in the hand of the black-clothed swordsman with longing in her eyes.

"Even if you kill us... please don't leave us here anymore."

The girl gave a desperate smile, and her already lifeless eyes gradually dimmed until they were dead.

Without saying a word, the other girls had already made the same decision.

For the first time, the swordsman in black felt that the sword in his hand was so heavy.

"Have you forgotten my usual teachings? There is no need for emotion when drawing a sword."

"Master Chief?!"

The two were startled.

The old man in black appeared at an unknown time and glanced at the girls indifferently: "What a pity, these girls are no longer suitable for martial arts practice."

"Leave them to the people from the Bei'an Chamber of Commerce."

After saying that, the old man in black floated away on tiptoes. There was still a big battle waiting for him here.

"Yes! Master Chief!"

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Suzhou-the bank of the Yangtze River.

"Fuck!"

The fierce fire burned down the mast and hit a few more unlucky people. The air was mixed with the disgusting smell of blood and burning, and nearly half of the broad river surface was dyed red.

The shouts of killing in the village and on the big ship are still there, and both sides have already become like crazy demons, fighting to the death.

"Hahahaha!"

Feng Mo Dalang tore off his torn sleeves, revealing his upper body that had already been stained red with blood. He said with a cruel smile: "Swordsman, you are very good at dropping swords! What a pity! You are not fast enough!"

The long-bearded man half-knelt with his sword in hand, the blood on his chest sticking to his beard. He tried to get up several times but then trembled and knelt down. His body had reached its limit.

He was puzzled.

I don’t understand why the Japanese in front of me are so strong.

He hates.

I hate why my sword can't be faster.

He was unwilling.

Don’t you think talent will outweigh your efforts?

Life burns...

"Snapped!"

A big hand pressed on the bearded man's shoulder.

"Second brother, you did a good job, leave the rest to the elder brother!" Zhao Qi flicked his wrist and said in a cold tone.

"Big brother..."

The bearded man was startled.

"Yo Xi, you are better than him!" Feng Mo Dalang grinned, his eyes filled with excitement.

Can't go wrong!

Zhao Qi, the leader of Sanjiang Village Dazhai!

The head is worth three thousand taels! Twice as expensive as that swordsman!

"Boom!"

When Zhao Qigang was about to ask who ordered the other party, a blood-red figure suddenly appeared from the sky.

The knife corpse held a human head and turned to look at Zhao Qi.

"Third child?!!!"

Zhao Qi looked at the head and was stunned for a second, then his eyes were split and he roared angrily.

Sanjiang Village, three villages, three village owners.

The leader of the first village, Zhao Qi, the leader of the second village, Zhao Xian, and the leader of the third village, Zhao Kai, are all brothers.

The three of them have climbed to where they are now by relying on their strength.

Although they are collateral descendants, the status of the three of them in the Zhao family far exceeds that of ordinary direct descendants.

"The third child..."

Zhao Xian's eyes widened, he was so angry that he coughed up a large mouthful of blood, and his breath became weak again.

The sword corpse threw away his head, pointed the blade of the naginata in his hand at Zhao Qi, and fired a powerful cannon from his feet to attack.

"I want you to die!!!"

The muscles of Zhao Qi's arms swelled, his true energy swirled in the front of his fist, and he stepped forward to fight with him.

When they met, the knife corpse was punched in the abdomen and flew backwards into the big ship on the pier.

"Second brother, run!" Zhao Qi turned his head and shouted in a low voice after succeeding in one blow.

One-on-two, he wasn't sure he could beat it.

But one must be beaten to death!

Zhao Xian knew that he was a burden now, and staying would only put his eldest brother in danger, burn his life, turn around and flee away.

"idiot!"

Feng Mo Dalang was furious and his one thousand five hundred taels of silver ran away!

It's all that armored bastard's fault.

But he didn't remember that he had such a guy on board!

The sword corpse appeared from the gap in the ship, jumped up again and struck Zhao Qi with the sword.

"Death!" Zhao Qi ignored Feng Mo Dalang and charged towards the sword corpse with a charged jump.

"idiot!"

Fuma Dalang became even more angry when he realized that he was being ignored.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a green sword energy came across with the power of breaking the river, and all the ronin and water thieves who were fighting along the way were swallowed up.

Feng Mo Dalang was startled, took a step back, concentrated his energy, drew his sword with all his strength, and struck out a wave of purple swords to fight with him.

The two extremely domineering forces collided, causing tens of meters of water to rise from the river.

"interesting."

When the water splash turned into a curtain of rain and fell, the wolf head was already standing not far from Feng Mo Dalang with two swords in hand.

"What do you mean by that?"

Feng Mo Dalang recognized the distinguished financial owner in front of him at a glance.

Without saying a word, the wolf released its killing intent to express its intention.

"Want to kill me? You can try..."

Feng Mo Dalang's heart sank, and he took a stance with knives in both hands.

The figures of both sides flashed and collided at the same time, separated, and then collided again!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the two men exchanged dozens of moves, making it difficult to determine the outcome.

In the distance, Zhao Xian, who had already escaped several thousand meters, suddenly stopped. A red figure had been waiting in front of him for a long time.

Sishe drew out her thin sword: "Zhao family, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Xian gritted his teeth: "Bei'an Chamber of Commerce..."

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At this time, it is the warm season of summer, and the stream gurgling through the green forest.

Liaodong-Twenty miles outside Guanshan City-Qianjun Camp.

"Report!"

A messenger from the Department of Defense quickly entered the Chinese army's tent.

In the tent, a young man wearing a fiery red robe and an unshaven beard opened his bloodshot eyes: "What's the matter?"

"Report to His Highness King Jin! Urgent order from thousands of miles away!"

Shen Junyan stood up suddenly and took the jade slip from the messenger's hand.

After a moment, Shen Junyan laughed excitedly: "Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"Send the order! The whole army marches out! Attack the city at dawn!"