After the beastification, it's better to be a dead enemy

Feng Zhao wondered for a moment whether he had gone to the wrong set, but soon, he thought of a certain possibility, he had to think of a certain possibility!

No way, who let the black horse snatch a sword, holding (?) the sword with one hoof, majestic and domineering?

The key is that every move is very familiar.

Feng Zhao covered his mouth and laughed loudly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty—" At this moment, a cautious voice came out of nowhere.

Feng Zhao looked around for a long time before he saw a familiar face winking at him in the pile of dead people.

Isn't it the loyal subordinate who stabbed the dark horse's butt with a dagger before?

Feng Zhao let out a strange "ha" sound in his throat. He was condescending and meaningful: "As the saying goes, it is better to die than to live. You... have to hold on."

Lu Zhongzhong's subordinate Ze was inexplicable, carefully probing: "Cultivation tower?"

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, saw something out of the corner of his eyes, and waved the long wooden barn to send it to the side. A soldier who got up and wanted to sneak attack immediately fell to the ground with a puff.

Lu Ze: "!"

Lu Ze cautiously shrunk his neck into the pile of dead people.

Feng Zhao sneered, and after wasting a little time to completely solve the hidden dangers around him, he pushed aside the pile of dead people and signaled Lu Ze to climb out quickly.

Lu Ze hesitated, and it took a while before he finally made up his mind to get up, and cautiously tried again: "Song... Boss?"

boss?

Feng Zhao thought of something and asked curiously, "Are you from the Healer Guild? A mercenary?"

Lu Ze nodded reflexively, and then seemed to have realized it, with a face full of constipation: "My name is Lu Ze, and you are Feng Zhao?"

Feng Zhao didn't deny it, and cast his eyes to the center of the battlefield not far away, looking at the black horse that was still fighting. The opponent attracted most of the troops with a single horse, and killed wave after wave of small soldiers. It seemed that as long as there were more Give it a little time, and the entire battlefield will become its world.

Feng Zhao actually still has a little expectation, after all, it's so good to lie down and win.

Unfortunately, just after another wave of small soldiers fell to the ground, a figure in Tsing Yi suddenly flew out of the enemy's camp, and the opponent shouted "Where is the evildoer", and threw the gossip plate in his hand at the black horse.

Under normal circumstances, Lu Ze is not afraid of a mere gossip plate, let alone Song Zhiran. However, when this gossip plate is about to hit a black horse, it suddenly emits a golden light.

Feng Zhao secretly said a pill, and quickly threw the long wooden warehouse in his hand.

Changmu Cang was extremely fast, but still half a step slower. The golden light projected by the gossip disc quickly converged into fine and dense silk screens. These silk screens seemed to be alive, and fell on the black horse. The black horse was tied tightly and could not move.

Song Heima Zhiran: "!"

The black horse let out an angry long hiss, and a pair of big black eyes looked at the man in Tsing Yi who landed next to him with a sinister look.

The man in Tsing Yi seemed displeased, the fly whisk "slapped" on the black horse's face, leaving several dense bloodstains, and said, "Evil!"

Feng Zhao, who had already rushed over, frowned when he saw this, and said displeasedly, "Isn't your Excellency going too far for those who broke into the tower at the same time?"

The man in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment, and the appearance of an expert that he had originally presented immediately disappeared, replaced by interest: "I said why a horse monster suddenly appeared on a good ancient battlefield, so it turned out to be a colleague."

The drawn-out coda has something creepy and odd.

Feng Zhao was uneasy in his heart, but he didn't show anything on his face. After kicking the slow Lu Ze without a trace, he took two steps forward and narrowed the distance with the man in Tsing Yi: "We are both spiritual masters, indeed It can be regarded as a colleague. By the way, my name is Lu Ze, what do you call me?"

The man in Tsing Yi paused, and then said: "My surname is Zhang, the bow is Zhang, and each character is Sheng."

"Zhang?" Feng Zhao thought for a while, with a scrutiny on his face, and before Zhang Sheng could speak, he asked first, "The Zhang family in Dongling Prefecture is a common surname, so you must be the Zhang family, right?"

"It's just a mere side branch, but Lu Ershao is different from the rumored one." Zhang Sheng said, the whisk suddenly flicked, and accurately stopped the authentic Lu Ze who was creeping close to the black horse, but turned his mouth to Feng Zhao The impostor Lu Ershao said, "I heard that the second young master of the Lu family in Nanfeng Prefecture is tall and fat, and possesses a body of extraordinary aptitude, but he was willing to degenerate, and finally...was exiled to Dongling Prefecture."

Speaking of this, Zhang Sheng looked Feng Zhao up and down a few times with an exaggerated gaze than Feng Zhao just now, and then he laughed and said, "I can't tell if I'm wide or fat, but the so-called self-satisfaction Depravity, I'm afraid it's Lu Ershao's blindfold, just like just now."

The word "just now" was deliberately emphasized.

Feng Zhao's little trick of "striking east and west" has been seen through, and he dare not drop his vest at this moment. He put on an aggrieved look who was said to be in his mind, and was silent for a full minute before it seemed like he finally broke the can. He said: "So what? Now that you know everything, let's make an offer. How can we let our brothers go?"

Zhang Sheng smiled: "Second Young Master Lu is really a cheerful person, so, please-"

In the enemy camp.

The first young man sitting in a blue brocade robe had an ordinary face, but he had a pair of vicissitudes of life. After Zhang Sheng whispered a few words to him, when he looked at Feng Zhao and the black horse, he smiled: " A friend is coming from afar, three little friends, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Feng Zhaopi smiled but didn't smile: "There's no need to talk politely, you—who are you?"

"Presumptuous! Lord..." Zhang Sheng's angry scolding was interrupted by the raised hand of the young man in charge, who said with a smile, "A certain surname is Ye, little friend, you can call me Brother Ye."

Feng Zhao didn't answer these words, but said impatiently again, "I said you can make a condition to speed up? The cultivation tower needs 10 spirit crystals a day, and I don't have time to waste with you!"

"That's right, our second young master's time is precious!" Lu Ze echoed like a puppy.

Feng Zhao squinted at Lu Ze, who was on the way, and then glanced at Song Heima Zhiran, whose body was still bound by the dense golden net, and saw that the other party's extremely black eyes were looking right at the person in the first place. The young man surnamed Ye seemed to be very vigilant.

Do you know each other?

Feng Zhao was suspicious in his heart, but the obvious irritability was still on his face, and he urged again: "Hey, hey, what are you writing about? Ask if you have any conditions. If you can talk, you can talk. If you can't talk, it's just me and My brother can also simply commit suicide and exit the training tower! Really, I’m so procrastinating, if I didn’t know that everyone is a spiritual master who came to break into the tower, I would have thought that I met a tool man conjured up by the tower spirit to cheat money!”

Maybe it was Feng Zhao who was blowing too fast, or maybe the young man surnamed Ye had already thought about the conditions, pinched it, and when Feng Zhao finally got impatient and wanted to "turn his face", he slowly said: "I need a People help with errands."

Speaking of this, the eyes of the young man surnamed Ye swept over Feng Zhao and Lu Ze, and landed on Song Heima Zhiran, "I think this little friend should be the most suitable candidate."

Song Zhiran didn't speak, or in other words, as a horse at this time, he had no ability to speak human words at all.

Feng Zhao didn't care to think about whether this guy who looked like a big boss would use this to keep him and Lu Ze as hostages, so he took the initiative to speak for Song Zhiran: "It's okay to run errands, but you have to use this net as a hostage." Take back your stuff!"

Young man surnamed Ye: "To show sincerity, it should be so."

When he finished speaking, he gave Zhang Sheng a look next to him. Zhang Sheng nodded, and the previous compass appeared in his hand. Was absorbed back into the compass.

Feng Zhao's eyes lit up, and he asked Song Zhiran with his eyes: How do you feel?

Song Heima Zhiran moved his four hooves repeatedly, and after a while, he nodded his horse's head to show that he was fine.

Feng Zhao heaved a sigh of relief, and when he turned his head to look at the young man surnamed Ye, he smiled a little: "Since Brother Ye is so sincere, it's just a small matter of running errands, and the three of us will definitely fulfill our mission. I just don't know , Brother Ye needs us to help deliver a message, or send something?"

The young man surnamed Ye didn't seem to understand the "three brothers" emphasized in Feng Zhao's words. He took out a palm-sized black box from his sleeve, handed it to Zhang Sheng, and said, "This is a token of peace. I hope you can hand it over to your Emperor's Majesty."

Feng Zhao heard that the words "peace token" had been deliberately emphasized, and raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask anything, but after receiving the black box from Zhang Sheng, he raised his eyebrows. He clasped his hands together, then turned around and left.

However, after only two steps, Feng Zhao turned his head with embarrassment and said, "Well, I almost forgot to ask, we... no, the boss of our camp, that is, His Majesty the Emperor, should live Inside the palace? So, how to get to the palace?"

The young man surnamed Ye smiled: "Brother Ze, there is no need to worry. I have already prepared the map in the box, and you can look it up at any time."

"Ah, that's it, hahahaha... Thank you, thank you! Brother Ye, you have prepared it a long time ago. Well, the younger brother will take the brothers to give the token of the eldest brother first. See you someday~"

Feng Zhao waved his arms and said goodbye loudly, while striding out of the camp, his posture was as chic as he wanted, as if he was really in a hurry to help deliver the tokens.

After Zhang Sheng watched Feng Zhao and the two go away, he said worriedly: "My lord, will they really deliver the things to the guards?"

"Isn't it already in the hands of the guards?" The young man surnamed Ye gave a low chuckle after saying that, but his eyes were cold and gloomy.