Wancheng Chronicle

At the end of Dingchou year, Lantern Festival.

Wancheng is completely quiet, as if it will fall into a deep sleep and never wake up.The fireworks and firecrackers that the children had been looking forward to for a long time were replaced by the dense gunfire along the coast.The smell of gunpowder wafts in the air, which corresponds to the feelings that this festival should have.

Ming Yi poked the fat and white glutinous rice balls in the bowl with his chopsticks.The world is reincarnated, there is no illusory constitutional monarchy, and there is no life for people, so it is much easier.The flames of war have been raging in the sky and the earth for 50 years, how many people's life is 50 years, and how many people have struggled for a lifetime, and they have never seen a peaceful and prosperous world.

On this day when the family was supposed to be reunited, Mingyi stayed alone in the mansion, nostalgic for the past and sad for the present.Because in the early hours of this morning, the Marine Corps of Saifange stationed in Wandong held a large-scale military exercise in Wandong.Even if the neighboring countries will invade sooner or later, even if Wancheng will face war sooner or later, such exercises still caused great panic and anger among the masses.Progressive students took to the streets, workers went on strike, and chambers of commerce protested.The eldest brother and sister-in-law went to the Chamber of Commerce, and he ordered all the helpers in the family to go back for the holiday.There is only a toast to invite the bright moon, and the poems of the three of them are accompanied by the shadows.

The clock turned to eight o'clock in the evening, making a ticking sound.Ming Yi took out the white medicine bottle from the closet, frowned and swallowed the small pill.

Not long after, knocking on the door echoed in the empty hall, and the thick and hoarse voice seemed particularly terrifying in the silence.Ming Yi hesitated, he knew it would not be the eldest brother and sister-in-law, nor Qi Jin.Then who is coming to the door at this time?Finally, curiosity overcame fear, he grabbed the metal handle and pressed it lightly.

This is a decision that is enough to make people regret for a lifetime.That's what Mingyi thought when the cold blade flashed past his eyes.He didn't have time to close the door, so he quickly extinguished the lights in the hall, and turned behind the wall pillar.

At the moment when the Ming mansion fell into darkness, sparks exploded from the gun barrel at the door, and there was a dull shock in the gun.Then there was the tiny sound of bullets sinking into flesh, which was especially piercing in the silence.

Blood flowed down the reliefs of the Mediterranean-style wall pillars, staining the wings of the little angels, making the flight appear heavy and slow.

No guns, no sharp blades, Ming Yi was doomed to be the loser from the beginning.

There were five people who came, and the leader was a middle-aged man with wicked eyebrows.He put away his guns, ordered his subordinates to hold down Ming Yi who was trying to struggle, and pushed the encirclement that was originally formed at the entrance of the mansion into the room.In the world of returning to light, seeing a beautiful young man clenching his teeth tightly due to pain, trembling slightly, the blood out of bondage is like a crabapple blooming rapidly beside the white marble, it is really beautiful.No wonder ancient Westerners liked to watch gladiators die bloody, under the blue sky, be stripped of their cocoons by fate.With a hint of complacency, he looked at Ming Yi like a creator, and asked, "Young Master Ming, I'm going to raise the dog Heisaburo, did you arrive on time?"

"If you don't understand our language, don't speak it." During the weak resistance, Ming Yi discovered that it was Xifange Ronin, the successor of Beichen Yidao Style, who did it. "On the one hand, you claim to be the successor of the sword master, and on the other hand, you use firearms to show off your power. Should I say that you have forgotten your ancestors?"

The man with the knife obviously didn't understand, and just stared at Mingyi viciously.On the contrary, the leader Quanyang laughed extremely distortedly, but he didn't really care about the means, as long as he won. "Young Master Ming's grandfather and mother are both naive and true masters of imparting incense and learning the way of the gods. In a real fight, they may not be your opponents. Even at this time, the effect of the medicine should have kicked in."

Mingyi did not expect, and would not have imagined, that there were spies watching the family's every move under his nose.But as Inuyang said, the drowsiness is engulfing his consciousness and depriving him of the ability to think. "Sifango Staff Headquarters is quite troublesome for such an insignificant existence like me."

Quanyang leaned down, and gently opened Mingyi's fingers that were holding the wound. Such white and slender hands with a shapely crescent moon should not be stained with blood.He held Mingyi's hand tightly, restrained the prey's resistance forcefully, leaned closer to the wound, sucked the bloody smell deeply, it was really as sweet and greasy as in the legend. "Young Master Ming, don't misunderstand, you can find out this kind of thing with a few more money from your servants. Heaven is perfect and people are always greedy."

"You are not even human." The voice and smell of this person in front of him made Ming Yi feel extremely disgusted, even if he had no way to ask for help, he didn't want to bear it any longer.The blood belonging to the Westfan nation in his body can only increase his resentment and hostility towards this nation.

"Bastard!" Accompanied by cursing, a slap fell on Mingyi's face hard.Inuyang squeezed Mingyi's chin, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion - what a stunner in the world, more beautiful than any Kabuki he had ever seen.The resentment shining in the eyes and the blood dripping from the corners of the mouth all added a touch of charm to this originally pure and comfortable beauty. "Master Ming knows what to tell me. It's good for everyone."

Ming Yi looked at Shang Quanyang with greedy eyes. Eight years ago, this kind of greed took his mother's life.He suddenly smiled.If the Spanish government had found someone comparable to their grandfather and mother, they would not have treated themselves in this way. "I can't tell, why don't you consider killing me?"

Quan Yang really wanted to tear him apart, to see what kind of scheme was hidden behind this seductive smile; he wanted to suck his sweet blood and capture his soul.Takahashi's family is a poppy cultivated by the empire, swaying and growing in the fertile soil of the Kanto Plain, the volatile fragrance captivates the heart of the empire and blinds the eyes of the empire. "You have inherited all the advantages of Miss Reiko, wouldn't it be a pity to kill you?"

"You won't get anything if you don't kill me."

The faint and small voice pierced Quanyang's heart like a steel needle, and the delicate touch aroused his long-dormant wildness.He licked his gums and let out a low howl like a beast before attacking. "Your face, your body, your soul. They will all be my trophies."

Before the words fell, a row of guards with live ammunition rushed into the door, and their guns were aimed at Quanyang and his men accurately.

"Mr. Quanyang, please let him go." Gu Qijin pushed aside the guards and came to Quanyang's side. The tangy blood and glaring scenes also aroused his anger.

Quanyang snorted coldly and showed a disdainful smile, Tianwan and everyone are so stupid. "If I don't let go, can you still kill me?"

Foreigners standing on the territory of the empire actually challenged their masters with a sacred and inviolable posture.Gu Qijin for himself, for this

The country is sad. "I can't kill you, but I can kill him." As he spoke, he took the gun from his subordinate and tested the sight with great interest.

"you--"

"I don't know what's wrong with your so-called Type 20 Owen printer, nor what encryption method your planned Type B uses. But I know that once I kill him, the one in your military department has been brewing for nearly [-] years The plan is over."

Quanyang looked at the surrounding situation and chose to give up: "Let's go."

Gu Qijin helped Mingyi up and summoned the long-awaited doctor, but said, "I almost couldn't hold back and shot him dead."

"His brother kept me alive for so many years, at least I would like to thank him for his kindness." A smile appeared on Mingyi's pale face, and the penetrating wound on his shoulder showed that Tian Daojia still cherished him a little.

"If he doesn't kill you today, it doesn't mean he won't kill you in the future."

"I will seek justice for the Takahashi family before he takes action."

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