this king; that king

"A robber? Ah Jin can handle it all by himself, right?" Ye Song asked.

"How do you make a person who loses consciousness during estrus think about the way of casting spells? It's weird... His Majesty should have brought the suppressant medicine, which is in the hidden pocket of the cloak...?!" The light bulb suddenly realized as he said, and rushed forward to turn over the spell. Leaf pine's cloak bag contained a bottle of grass-green pills.

"It's over...I really didn't bring it." Light bulb sighed.

"The king is not short of money, isn't it the safest way to redeem it directly?" Ye Song asked.

"You don't know about the kidnappers in this area. They have recently emerged along with the textile industry. They seem to be a relatively rough nation. Killing is not guaranteed, but rape is certain..." Light bulb sighed, "They seem to especially like Your Majesty, who has a bit of flesh on his body, is said to be a symbol of wealth in their culture..."

"What a strange custom..." Ye Song sighed, "Then what should we do now? Could it be that Ah Jin has already been..."

"That's not true," the light bulb replied, "They want to dedicate a more 'higher' person to the leader, take a bath and rest first, and wait until noon tomorrow before starting to do dirty things, saying that the strong yang energy helps to conceive. "

"Conceived?! They still want Ah Jin to bring a child back?" Ye Song rushed into the room immediately, took out the battle suit from the luggage and prepared to put it on.

The light bulb didn't stop him, but instead glanced at Morris and whispered, "It's more convincing if you block him."

Morris nodded. If it was him, he could calmly say more objective truths.

"Master, sit down and use your brain, don't always do it."

"Master, take off your clothes first, and rest after making a plan."

Ye Song sat down, his expression became calmer, and he looked up at the light bulb: "Can you take us through?"

"Sorry, no. They are just some bandits who have grown up recently. The relevant information comes from the reports of some civilians. I have never seen what their villages look like." Light bulb lowered his head and took a sip of chocolate.

"Where is their village?" Morris asked.

"I know that. His Majesty opened that mountainous area specifically for the locals to raise silkworms and grow cotton. Before that, the mayor asked people to suppress it, but it didn't work." Light bulb replied.

"The three of us will kill...to rescue Ah Jin?"

"I don't have other abilities except space teleportation and small special effects, so at most I can only teleport bandits to prisons and the like, which is very inefficient. The main output depends on the two of you, can it work?" ?” Bulb looked up at Morris and asked.

"My extra ability is all defensive. Its own ability is to heat or cool down, so all the output is only the young master," Morris replied, "My defense can completely protect the young master. The most fearful thing is to fight alone and move slowly. Alarmed the leader, what to do to His Majesty the King."

"Ah Jin should recover before noon tomorrow, right? Then he can wipe out the whole village by himself. We just need to find a way to find him." Ye Song suggested.

"They will extend the medication until noon the next day, which is more convenient... It is basically impossible for His Majesty to get out of it." Light Bulb shook his head.

The three fell silent.

"I'll go to the city to find officers and soldiers," Light Bulb finally said.

"They can threaten His Majesty with His Majesty's life. Your goal is His Majesty, isn't it?" Morris retorted.

"Then is it possible that we don't want Ah Jin?" Ye Song was upset, fell on the bed and said in a muffled voice.

"No hurry..." The bulb stood up and looked out the window for a while, "I remembered a rumor that a redeemed person said that this leader actually had a cooperative relationship with a new local textile boss, a bandit Give him money, and he will sell the information of the customers who went to his store, but I don’t know which owner it is.”

"Who do you want to find out, sneaking up the hill tomorrow when they transfer the ransom money?" Morris asked.

"That's right, it should be possible to sneak into a place further inside."

"Then how can you sneak into the bandits without being discovered?" Morris asked back.

"Then why don't we put the ransom money in a cart tomorrow, the ransom money is very heavy, maybe they will push the cart up directly, I will make a hole under the cart, and send Ye Song directly to the bottom of the cart, which is equivalent to going straight into the stockade I’m inside.” Bulb tied up his hair and changed into casual clothes, “It’s not too late, you guys go find a car, I’ll go to the city immediately to ask the city lord to borrow money, and I’ll come back here to sleep before ten o’clock. There’s a shopkeeper in the box over there. If you break your winter clothes, you will have to pay for it!" The light bulb said, and the other two nodded, put on thick clothes and went out.

Just after leaving the inn, a light bulb suddenly appeared at the entrance of Ye Song's ear: "I forgot to remind you, those bandits are very rude, maybe your majesty's mental state will be very bad, you go buy something to prepare your majesty to recover." Be sane."

"Okay." Ye Song nodded, and quickly thought of what he wanted to buy.

Early the next morning, Light Bulb sent the box full of gold, silver and jewelry directly to the designated place, and deliberately left the car alone at the door of the store, put a small lock on the wheels, and then turned back into a rabbit to hide in the dark.

After a while, two men with big arms and round waists squeezed out from the side alley, wearing strange police uniforms. Both of them were empty-handed, and they didn't seem to be carrying any tools.

"Hey, Brother Magpie, can you take this bastard away?" He asked while combing Mohawk's dry hair.

Another guy who combed the nose of the plane replied: "How can so many not be heavy? Go grab some things with wheels while the shops and factories are not open!"

"Brother Magpie, I think that car is pretty good." Mohawk pointed to the small driveway.

The head of the plane stepped forward and kicked the car twice, then turned around and shouted: "What the hell! Come on, get it up!"

"The wheels seem to be locked." Mohawk lowered his head and took a look.

"Damn it, open it for me!" The aircraft head took out a large pair of pliers from his pocket, blushed and snapped the lock, "Oriole, come, carry it up!"

Soon the two thieves moved away the belongings, and the light bulb took the shape of a human and looked around for a while, making sure that there were no other thieves, and then went back to the inn to prepare for the next step.

"When is the best time to wear it?" Ye Song asked.

"I'll take a look every 10 minutes. If the car stops, it means it's okay." Light bulb said.

Ye Song nodded, glanced back, Morris understood, bowed down and took the formal suits, one by one, put them on for Ye Song, tied two layers of hemp rope knots, and carefully pulled them to the same length on both sides.

"I'm really ashamed..." Light Bulb said suddenly.

"What are you ashamed of?" Morris asked while tying Ye Song's shoelaces without looking up.

"It's been 200 years. I only remembered it when I saw your actions. Your Majesty likes to tie his shoelaces to the same length on both sides, but I haven't noticed this." Bulb took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote this record.

"You really worked hard..."

"I do what I am happy to say is hard work."

Morris looked up at the light bulb suspiciously, nodded thoughtfully, stood up and turned back into a Shiba Inu squatting on the bed wagging his tail without saying a word.

"Ye Song, are you ready?" Bulb asked.

"Okay."

The light bulb tore open, and Ye Song and Morris jumped to the bottom of the car.

The ground below him was loess sand, with uneven stones, and with the sound of landing, a little dust was raised, which was very clearly visible in the leaking sunlight.Ye Song drew out his sword, listened to the surrounding noises, then gently lifted the side of the car and rolled out.

There are many people reveling at the banquet outside. They seem to be bandits. They wear colorful clothes, but they all wear a bundle of long cloth strips. There are many tents made of sackcloth. People noticed Ye Song.

"Hidden, look for Ah Jin." Ye Song dodged behind a wine barrel and looked around.

"As expected of a soldier." Light bulb laughed and hid.

"This kind of bandit den, the leader's camp is either very gorgeous or very big...for example, the one over there..." Ye Song pointed to the innermost camp, with colorful cloth strips hanging on it, and the flagpole in front There is also a weird bow tie on it.

"No problem." The bulb stood up and took a look, and immediately led everyone to the door.

Ye Song looked around, then stepped sideways and rushed in, first releasing a long and pulsating water light.

Everyone didn't expect it at all, and in an instant, a wet circle was formed around the tent, let alone people inside, not even a table.

"It's been tricked! Withdraw!" Ye Song greeted immediately, but the four corners of the tent suddenly broke, and the beam on the top collapsed towards them.

The yellow sand danced, the camp collapsed, and the surrounding bandits dropped their food and wine glasses and surrounded the fake camp layer by layer with knives and guns.

The leader among them lifted the girder apart with a gun and turned it up and down, but he didn't see anyone buried.

Suddenly, a figure in a battle suit appeared on the ruins. With just a swing of the sword back and forth, two jets of water gushed out, instantly knocking down seven or eight bandits.

Before everyone could see clearly, brilliant light suddenly burst out from behind the man, and he disappeared. When he came back to his senses, more than a dozen bandits in the crowd were knocked down again.

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Mohawk shouted: "Scatter you all, Lao Tzu!"

The bandits immediately divided into a sparse crowd, but Ye Song did not appear again, looking at each other, suddenly there was a scream from behind, and a bandit reported loudly: "Brother Partridge is gone!"

Colorful circles appeared in rows one after another on the ground, and a hand wearing a white glove quickly pulled the bandits into their mouths one after another, following "Brother Pelican is gone!" "Brother Peacock" It's gone!", and the people in the camp emptied out within ten seconds.

A handsome young man in a battle suit appeared in the open space, bowed upright and bowed to everyone: "Thanks for taking care of me!"

The man disappeared immediately, and three figures suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Zhen Daying Camp on the opposite hillside.

"Look, I know it's fun to be hypocritical." Bulb proudly said.

"If it weren't for the fact that there were too many of them, there would be no need to leave the scene like this. I still wanted to knock them all down." Ye Song glanced back and flashed into the tent. Morris skillfully supported Ye Song's shoulders, staring at him. Then a crimson barrier appeared to offset the two gusts of wind that were coming towards him.

The sackcloth of the tent was blown back and forth by the wind, Ye Song patted his chest and smiled, "Oh, luckily I have more brains!"

"The situation is wrong!" Bulb yelled, and Ye Song took a closer look. There were four or five burly men lying on the ground, their limbs were injured, blood flowed all over the place, and they were licking in pain.

And the bandit leader with a face full of stubble put his ram's horn crown respectfully on the ground, knelt down on his knees, stared at his eyes and was covered in sweat, and dared not move, because there was a rope around his neck. The bloody long knife cast a slender white cold light on his face.

Looking back, the two gusts of wind just now seemed not to attack them, but to blow away a few daggers with poisonous blades.

What surprised Ye Song even more was that the long knife was being held in the king's hand. The hand trembled slightly, but it was squeezed firmly and resolutely. The owner of the hand was also quite different from before.

The long hair has not changed, but has been tied into three twists, and there are mahogany beads on the head, hanging down from the left and right sides, making a hollow collision sound.He only had an old-looking white linen robe on his body, which was dragged straight to the ground. The left neckline had been ripped open, and the fabric was lying loosely on his arm. There was a hickey stained with saliva and a few whip marks beside his collarbone. It was swollen and red.

The king's whole body was shivering with cold.His eyes were like a rainy sky, unable to penetrate even a single ray of light. His eyes stared straight ahead lazily, and finally disappeared in a place where no one could touch. No, the indifference was too much.

Ye Song stepped forward and kicked the bandit leader away, knocked him unconscious with another water knife, and wanted to step forward to take the king away.

Unexpectedly, the king shook violently, and the long knife swung in front of Ye Song as fast as the king could.

Ye Song gasped in surprise. The king was looking in his direction coldly, but pointed the knife at him neatly as if he couldn't recognize him.The king didn't say a word, and his expression remained unmoved.

Seeing that Ye Song stayed where he was and didn't respond, the king was obviously a little short of breath, maybe panicked, as if he realized that Ye Song wasn't afraid of his knife, he stretched out his left hand and groped around behind him.After getting another knife on the table, his left hand also entered the posture of preparing to stab someone.

But Ye Song found that the king was not aiming at his direction accurately. When he turned his head to look at the light bulb and others, the king could launch an attack, but he seemed to have no reaction at all.

Ye Song stretched out his hand and waved it in front of the king, but the king didn't respond.

He understood that the king's eyes could see nothing.