Lord

Zhuyeliang looked up at the city of Ulanqia.

This is not so much a city as it is a fortress. It covers a small area, about one or two kilometers in radius, and is surrounded by high walls, metal walls, and some places are masonry structures. The walls are more than eight meters high, let alone people. , even a big bone like a wishful bead is difficult to climb over.

"The seventh day," Gao Xiu said angrily, "We have been here for seven days."

For the past seven days, they have been yelling at the city, but Wu Lanqia has no response.

"Maybe Tai Tutang was scared," Jin Shui said while playing with the knife, "too cautious."

Indeed, it has been three years since the Lion Hall was destroyed. It is not difficult to imagine what kind of bloody storm such a small city, at the forefront of the confrontation with the dye society, can survive until today.

"It's not a solution to spend it all the time," Cen Zhuo kicked Zhu Yeliang, "Is there any way?"

Zhui Yeliang stood aside for a while, not answering, he was observing the city, gates, watchtowers, and bunkers, considering the possibility of a non-violent breakthrough.

Cen Zhuo leaned towards him and kicked again: "Hey, why are you ignoring me?"

"Is it annoying?" Zhu Yeliang stood aside again, "Go find someone else to play with."

Cen Zhuofei stuck to him and stood side by side. He didn't know what he was looking at, but imitated that way and looked up.

There is no possibility of sneaking in, after calculation, Zhuyeliang gave up this idea, turned his head, and saw Cen Zhuo staring at the city with piercing eyes: "What are you doing?"

"That," Cen Zhuo pointed to a black flag on the top of the tower in the center of the city, "I saw the flag of the Lion Hall for the first time."

Zhui Yeliang followed his hand to see a roaring lion head on the black flag. The roaring lion that once covered the sky was now floating alone in an unknown small northern city.

"It turned out to be so awesome," Cen Zhuo sighed, "Now I dare not even open the door."

Zhui Yeliang glanced at him: "You are quite touched."

"I can't bear this kind of thing the most," Cen Zhuo summed it up in one word, "The hero is old."

Zhu Yeliang was stunned for a moment, this is a very cruel topic for all the warriors, 25 years old, there has never been an era where the lifespan of a hero is so short, the year he was attacked by Mandala, he was 24, if It's not because he lost his body, he is also a "late" retired soldier now.

"Come on," he called Cen Zhuo, "let me tell you about the basic structure of the Lion Hall."

"You just remembered?" Cen Zhuo folded his arms and stared at him, obviously dissatisfied with this for a long time, "Is it a bit late?"

"hurry up."

"Do not listen."

Zhuye dragged him coldly: "You will be exposed when you enter the city."

"Show me your ass, they won't let us in at all..."

Suddenly, Zhui Yeliang hugged him on the shoulder, Cen Zhuo blushed, and sat down obediently next to him without saying a word.

"Generally, the boss of the association is called the president, the dyeing club is called the president, and the Lion Hall is called Qianjun, which means weight and strength." Zhuyeliang drew a tree diagram on the soil with his fingers, "The meaning of Qianjun There are four halls under it, the Xuanwu Hall in the north, the Zhuque Hall in the south, the Baihu Hall in the west, and the Qinglong Hall in the east, which are equivalent to the four branches of the dyeing society. One level."

Cen Zhuo was surprised: "So, Yao Huangyun's rank in the Lion Hall is very high."

Zhu Yeliang was speechless: "You just know?"

Cen Zhuo elbowed him.

"Under the hall is the rudder, such as Beifu rudder, Taitu rudder, etc., which are equivalent to the hall of the dyeing society," Zhuyeliang grabbed the dishonest arm, "There is a team under the rudder, which is equivalent to the dyeing society's group, and then The next ones are ordinary cadres."

"Why does it sound like Dyeshe is like the boss of the Lion Hall?" Cen Zhuo was confused, "Look, an area as large as the Lion Hall is called a hall, a city in Dyeshe is called a hall, a group of Lion Hall is called a team, and a group of lion halls is called a team. Dyeshe's team is just the legs of the team."

"Because the dyeing society wants to overwhelm the Lion Hall everywhere, this is normal for a society that grabs classes and seizes power."

"Then this Avalokitesvara," Cen Zhuo looked up at Wu Lanqia, "what level of cadre is it?"

"At most, he's a helmsman," Zhu Ye said coldly, "If it wasn't for this wall to block a small town the size of a sesame seed, I would have killed him with one move."

The sun has risen to the zenith, it is noon, Gao Xiu calls the door at this time every day, today is no exception: "We are from the city! We are from the Lion Hall. We are from Taitu, and we are asking to see Avalokitesvara!"

The sound bounced off the towering iron wall, and when it came back, there was no echo but a hollow echo.

"Damn it," Gao Xiu scolded, and the remaining bit of patience was worn out, "Wulanqia! Who the hell do you think you are? We are here to cooperate with you to deal with the dyeing society. Is this your attitude?"

The small town is still as still as water.

Gao Xiu was furious, as if he punched hard with his fist, but it hit the cotton: "Fuck!" He kicked the dirt and angrily walked towards the truck.

Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei were in the car, wrapped in blankets, hugging each other tightly.Jia Xibei had a fever, his forehead and face were red, and his small mouth was exhaling hot air uncomfortably.

"Are you thirsty, Xiaobei?" Yuan Zhen got up and fetched water for him from the bridge.

"Hmm..." Jia Xibei's eyes were watery, he grabbed Yuan Zhen's fingers, and said pitifully, "Brother, I'm cold... My body hurts..."

Yuan Zhen's heart tightened when she heard it: "Brother is holding you, come, drink first."

He held Jia Xibei's neck, let him rest on his shoulder, and then, like a clumsy new father, slowly fed him water, one sip, two sips: "Drink more."

Jia Xibei held the bottle with his small hands, his mouth was bright red with a high fever, and sucked wetly with the mouth of the bottle in his mouth. Yuan Zhen was covered in sweat, and stroked his back slowly.

After drinking, Jia Xibei slipped into Yuan Zhen's arms sticky, Yuan Zhen put down the water bottle, hugged him and lay down again: "Is it still cold?" With a soft voice, he scratched his ear, "Where does it hurt? "

Muscle soreness is common with fever, but Jia Xibei cried and acted like a baby: "Arms, back, thighs...everywhere hurts."

Yuan Zhen looked at the little thing curled up in her arms, swallowed her saliva, and stretched her hand into his coat. The hot body and sweat were rubbing on the back through the thin underwear, Jia Xi Bei let out a comfortable snort, and rubbed his fleshy face against his chest: "Brother..."

"Ok?"

"It's so kind of you."

Yuan Zhen smiled.

"You are good to me." Jia Xibei raised his red rabbit eyes and looked at him softly, "I will treat you as well as you are to me in the future."

Yuan Zhen felt that no one could bear such sweet talk, so her heart beat faster and her fingertips tingled, which were normal phenomena. He pinched the soft flesh and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where do you rank me in your heart?"

"Huh?" Jia Xibei didn't understand what he meant.

"Me, Gao Xiu, Brother Cen, counting that Zhang Xiaoyi, I'll rank..."

At this time, someone knocked on the car door, Yuan Zhen stood up, and it looked like Gao Xiu: "What are you doing?" He asked through the car window, the guy was under the car with a dark face, pointing his head at him.

"Xiao Bei, Gao Xiu called me." Yuan Zhen tucked the blanket around.

"No..." Jia Xibei couldn't bear his body temperature, "Don't go..."

"Good boy," Yuan Zhen patted him on the back, jumped out of the car, and asked Gao Xiu, "Why, I'm sweating all over, even if the wind blows, I'll catch a cold."

Gao Xiu frowned, hugged him, and said in a low voice, "I can see it."

Yuan Zhen was puzzled: "What did you see?"

Gao Xiu pointed at the car: "What's the matter, you're messing around."

Yuan Zhen was stunned: "Wha... I didn't!"

Gao Xiu blushed for him: "I want to get in the car, just look at your hands..." He was embarrassed to say, "Xiao Bei has a fever, why are you so useless?"

"I, I don't fucking have it!" Yuan Zhen stared.

"It's not because of your blushing." Gao Xiu didn't believe it at all, "I saw it, your hands moved in the blanket." He tugged at Yuan Zhen's collar, "Did you touch it?"

Yuan Zhen pulled his hand away without answering.

"Touch or not!"

"I touched it!" Yuan Zhen roared, "I rubbed his back through the clothes!"

"You're fucking obsessed," Gao Xiu pushed him, "You can be a hooligan and rub your back!"

"Go up and ask Jia Xibei if he asked me to rub it!" Yuan Zhen also pushed him, "One size counts, don't vent your anger on me that you can't get into the city!"

"You boy," Gao Xiu was really angry, and he calmed down when he said it, "You like it, don't do it, no matter what, I have protected Xiaobei for so long, I can't let him be bullied!"

Yuan Zhen didn't like to argue with him, so she turned around and opened the car door, angrily stepped in.

Hearing their quarrel, Jin Shui couldn't tell whether he should hear no evil or was embarrassed, so he went to Cen Zhuo and Zhuo Yeliang, and sat down behind them at a distance.

The backs of two people, one big and one small, stared at Wu Lanqia in a daze. Suddenly, Cen Zhuo asked Zhu Yeliang: "Did you leak electricity?"

Watch him night by night.

"Why do I feel numb when I'm next to you?"

"You fuck you, what does it have to do with me."

"Really, I feel uncomfortable all over," Cen Zhuo touched himself, then Zhuyeliang's chest and arms, "Is there really no leakage? If there is something wrong, we will fix it..."

Zhuye Liang pushed him away like a dog.

"Heart is pounding," Cen Zhuo babbled, "It's been a long time, and it will affect your health..."

Zhu Yeliang looked at him, the wind blew up, blowing that piece of forehead hair, like the wings of a dragonfly, riding the wind up and down, he didn't know which line of his was out of order, so he reached out and flicked it.

Jin Shui was taken aback, and so was Cen Zhuo. He grabbed his hand: "Just when you touched me, it was definitely an electric shock. There are goosebumps all over my shoulders, neck, and behind my ears. Touch it!"

Zhu Yeliang pulled back his hand, and didn't pick up the quarrel, but said: "Your hair has grown," the wind blows and it rises up, it looks so pretty, "It's time to cut it."

"I haven't repaired it since I left Shenyang," Cen Zhuo scratched his hair, "By the way, last time you said that you had a president, I can't imagine that you have such a bad temper, who else can stand you except me?"

Jin Shui finds it strange that the thing between these two people is said to be friends, but they are not exactly friends, vague and ambiguous, and there is no room for her to intervene.

She got up and walked away alone.

"I didn't have this kind of personality in the first place." Zhui Yeliang said.

Cen Zhuo was curious: "What kind of character is that?"

"Seldom talk," recalled Zhuyeliang, "it's not very easy to get in touch with, and is often said to be like a shadow."

"Short talk? You?" Cen Zhuo had an expression of "I'm going to go" on his face, "Then what about your president?"

"He..." Speaking of this, Zhui Yeliang fell silent for a while, no, it was a kind of silence from head to toe, "He is not as joking as you are, he has a strong sense of hierarchy, and he must be strong, ruthless, eyes He doesn't rub the sand in his mouth, he wants what he wants, and let it go if he doesn't get it."

Cen Zhuo didn't expect him to say such a long list, it sounds like someone who is very important to him: "He... now?"

"Now," Zhui Yeliang's voice was so soft that he couldn't hear it clearly, "I don't know if he is still alive."

Cen Zhuo didn't say anything, just put his hand on his shoulder like a buddy.

"Hey," Zhui Yeliang also hugged him, "I'm like this now, you brought me here."

"what?"

"Speaking style."

"Stop talking," Cen Zhuo curled his lips, "It's the first time we met, your mouth is so poisonous."

"No." Zhui Yeliang said with certainty.

"Why not, since the time I took you out on a motorcycle, you have hurt me."

"No," Zhui Yeliang shook his head, "It's in the dismantling workshop, you equip me with armor," he smiled unknowingly, "You pick and choose for me a green grass, like a grasshopper, Say I'm short, say I'm poorly proportioned."

"That's..." Cen Zhuo blushed, wanting to refute.

Zhui Yeliang didn't give him a chance: "It's you who made me relax," he flashed the eyepiece light, "From the cold past, from the tense emotions for so long, it seems... to live again. "

Accidentally, he said such words, making others, including himself, at a loss.

Cen Zhuo looked at him with his mouth open.

Zhuo Yeliang got up awkwardly and walked away, Cen Zhuo didn't move, just lowered his head in a daze, stupidly digging at the ant hole on the ground, something was brewing between them, dimly, squirming slightly.

At this time, there was a clear "click" from the city, which was the sound of metal friction, much like a machine gun being loaded.

Zhui Yeliang turned back and threw himself on Cen Zhuo. Immediately afterwards, two machine guns, one in a fan shape and the other in a figure-eight shape, began to shoot down the city. .

Jin Shui was far away, out of range, Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei were in the car, and it was okay, only Gao Xiu was shot in the left arm, hid behind the truck, and scolded through gritted teeth.

After the two shuttles were finished, it was quiet.

But no one dared to move, Jinshui was still far away, Yuan Zhen and Jia Xibei hid in the car, Zhu Yeliang lay on Cen Zhuo's body, Gao Xiu leaned against the truck trunk, clutching the bleeding wound: "Brother Cen, fuck Fuck Lion Hall! This kind of sneering calf, what nonsense are we talking to them!"

Wu Lanqia really went too far. The two shuttles wanted to drive them away, but they hurt people.

"Get up." Cen Zhuo pushed Ye Liang, hurting his confidant.

Stay cool night by night.

"I'll let you get up!" Cen Zhuo kicked him hard, turned over, and stood at the gunpoint, shouting towards the city wall, "Let Chaohai Guanyin come out and speak, this is the peony lion !"

Chapter 40 Right Lion Tooth┃Zhu Yeliang is different in his heart, different from anyone else.

Cen Zhuo shouted to the city: "Let Chaohai Guanyin speak out, this is the peony lion!"

Zhui Yeliang got up and dragged him behind, but he pushed him away.

Not long after, there was a voice on the city wall: "Are you a peony lion?"

Cen Zhuo stretched his sword eyebrows, and his tone was sonorous: "It's a fake!"

The city laughed first, and then someone shouted: "The peony lion is talking to our boss in the city, where did you come from, the peony lion!"

Cen Zhuo was stunned, and quickly looked at Zhu Yeliang, Zhu Yeliang grabbed his wrist, and said softly: "From now on, I am the Peony Lion."

"Varied……"

"The Peony Lion is in the city?" This time, Zhui Yeliang shouted to the city, "Where did the Peony Lion come from, don't it be a counterfeit?"

"Fake or not, you don't need to worry about it," Chengshang said unceremoniously, "Spy who is too stupid, get out!"

With a groan, Zhui Yeliang pulled out the left lion tooth, scarlet, and pointed at the zenith: "Your peony lion, do you have this?"

The city was quiet, and Cen Zhuo showed joy, but Zhu Yeliang felt bad. The one who shouted should be a young man, and it is impossible to know Zuo Shiya. Their reaction shows that there is really a "Peony Lion" in the city. And wear "lion tooth".

Sure enough, the city shouted back: "Your hand is fake, it's really in the city!"

Cen Zhuo was stunned and couldn't help feeling guilty.

Zhui Yeliang was still stiff: "Are you all that sure?"

"Of course!" The people in the city were full of confidence, "We have all seen the power of the lion's tooth knife with our own eyes!"

They actually said this, Zhu Yeliang thought to himself, then he had to go in: "Okay, since they all say they are real, why don't they come out and compare, and see which one is real and which one is fake!"

Cen Zhuo tugged him behind his back: "You are crazy!"

Zhuyeliang ignored him: "The peony lion outside Wulanqia city is here to challenge the peony lion in Wulanqia city!" Then he changed his tone, "I just don't know, would that fake in the city dare to fight?" Dare to fight?"

Cen Zhuo got anxious before he could reply from the tower, leaning against his back and said, "What if the one in the city is real!"

Night by night stays still.

His agitation worked, and the city replied: "Can our peony lion be afraid of you? Wait, I'll ask for instructions!"

Only then did Zhuyeliang turn around and saw Cen Zhuo's anxious face.

Cen Zhuo is not afraid of losing, but just worried about his safety: "Counsel if you have to, Ye Zi."

Zhu Yeliang looked at the city: "Peony Lion has been missing for three years, and he doesn't know if he's alive or dead. I don't believe it, but he happens to be in this small town."

Cen Zhuo didn't want him to take any risks: "What if, the peony lion is the best bone in the world!"

"Nothing happens." Zhui Yeliang was determined.

Cen Zhuo said anxiously: "Even if he is not a peony lion, he has the equipment of a peony lion."

"Who doesn't have it," Zhu Yeliang disdainfully said, "I have three, let him compare with me, who, who, has more."

Cen Zhuo felt that he was as stubborn as a gambler, and was about to lose his temper when he suddenly realized: "Three things?" Isn't it only Beifu's left lion tooth and Taitu's lion roar?

Zhuyeliang pointed to his "eyes": "Peony Lion's optical eyepiece," he spit out the name, "Glass Eyes."

Cen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and became angry: "You haven't told me for such a fucking long time, say, what are you hiding from me!"

At this time, a message came from the city: "Listen, spies in the city! The Peony Lion agrees to give you a chance to challenge and leave the city in an hour!"

The deal was done, Cen Zhuo let go of Zhu Yeliang, and sat down on a mound of dirt beside him, everyone, although they didn't say anything, were all anxious.

During this hour, Zhuyeliang kicked stones and looked at the sky, but he didn't make preparations before the battle, so Cen Zhuo had to show his old mother's concern: "I said you practice, even if it's useless, Let's watch it with some peace of mind."

Zhuo Yeliang thought he was funny, and deliberately frightened him: "Cen Zhuo, if I... can't do it, you take everyone back to Shenyang and take precautions."

Cen Zhuo's expression is indescribable, it is not as simple as losing his comrades in arms and dying: "Yezi, I..."

At this time, there was a loud squeaking sound of metal hinges on the city, and the steel city gate slowly opened, and an ocher-colored skeleton came out alone, and behind him was a heavily armed crowd, roaring like a devil.

Zhuyeliang pushed Cen Zhuo away, and walked up to the roar.

When meeting on a narrow road, the brave man wins. He draws his sword with his left hand. The opponent looks at his sword and draws it with his right hand. The two swords are exactly the same, but the angle of the handle is slightly different. One is a left-handed sword and the other is a right-handed sword.

It's really the right lion's tooth.Zhuyeliang is secretly happy, only the right lion tooth of Peony Lion's seven pieces of equipment has never been known where, but he did not expect to find it in such a small city as Ulanqia.

The gates of the city slowly closed, and the two sides put up a stance, Zhu Yeliang was [-] meters tall, and the guy was at least [-] meters tall. Standing face to face, it is really a judgment...

"I just said he is short, and his proportions are not good!" Cen Zhuo muttered, biting his nails nervously.

Gao Xiu was speechless: "Brother Cen, can you stop growing the ambition of your opponent and destroy the prestige of your own?"

Cen Zhuo said confidently, "I'm fucking nervous."

"Brother Zhu should be fine," Gao Xiu looked at him strangely, "Brother, why are you so nervous?"

Yes, why was he so nervous, Cen Zhuo asked himself, when did he beat so fast for a single person, even Lu Jiu didn't know.

Suddenly, he realized that Zhu Yeliang was different in his heart, different from anyone else.

He pressed his fist against his lips, and said softly to himself, "Ding Dong."

The opponent raised his right lion tooth, and suddenly, a burst of flame shot out from the palm of his hand, quickly enveloping the blade. Even in daytime, the flame was fierce and frightening.

There were enthusiastic cheers from the city, and Zhui Yeliang felt bored, but it would not be good to be overwhelmed when he came up, besides, he hadn't seen enough of Cen Zhuo's anxiety for him, so he took a step back, pretending to be afraid.

When the opponent strikes across, the temperature of the flame is very high, and if ordinary bones touch it, it may burn joints, machine gun muzzles and other important components, but Zhui Yeliang is not afraid, he fights and retreats, and the knife is never three meters in front of him. Feeling it, in order to force him to exert all his strength, he raised his head and struck him. Zhui Yeliang used his left lion tooth to prevaricate, and fell down due to the force of the fire knife.