You Are Strong But It’s Mine Now

The old man is full of children and grandchildren, the wives and concubines are in groups, the family of Zhongming Ding Food, the family that has been inherited for hundreds of generations, never tire of eating fine, never tired of fine...

The martial artist respects me, respects me and begs me, and the imperial court respects me and honors me...

Drink tea and call friends in your spare time, and respond to every call when you are busy...

The old man is a role model in the world, a noble leader, an old man of Yanjing, a cabinet bachelor...

The day before yesterday, I was discussing national affairs in the cabinet. Yesterday, I chose Yingjie with the heads of various families...

so now……

"It was just a nightmare."

Yin Ling Bo He tearfully pushed Sasa Gioro away from his arms. This three-eyed titan's constellation Martial Pillar is still so tender and lovely in appearance, and his skin can be broken by blowing bullets. little boy. But his internal organs had been blasted into minced meat by He Lei's 'landslide' and 'Hai Qing' light, and a black turbid liquid flowed from the corners of his mouth. He was pushed by He Lei and fell to the ground without making any sound, as light as a baby.

Vientiane warfare has always been good at fighting cattle across mountains, and it has always been the second choice of noble warriors - the first choice is sword-wielding warfare - killing people and leaving the whole corpse, wounding people invisibly, with graceful shots, pressing people with power, crane tears When he first came into contact with tactics, he recognized that Vientiane tactics was the field he was willing to devote his whole life to studying.

Even though he was later known as the 'Brilliance First Speed' because of his mastery of Lingxu tactics, He Lei still likes Vientiane tactics the most. Obviously, only with a sword or a gun can fully exert the power of the first speed, but He Lei is to use the Vientiane Battle Technique, even if it takes more than ten years to form a new tactical system.

He Lei is known as the 'Stopping Wuzhu'. In addition to praising him for his speed, he can only be used to 'stop the killing'. He is the fastest Wuzhu, and he is only a It is the fastest Wuzhu.

However, this time He Lei encountered an enemy who completely restrained his speed. The Three-eyed Titan's 'eye that reflects the present' can hold him for a few moments, making his speed advantage vanish.

The Vientiane Battle Technique, which has been practiced for decades, finally came to the stage that belongs only to it tonight.

But the price is also very heavy.

He Lei sat down next to the broken wall and looked down at the two sword hilts that were pierced into his chest and abdomen. In order to find a fighter, he had to show his flaws and seduce Sasa Gioro into his arms.

He succeeded, but Sasa Gioro did not give up this flaw, and took the initiative to expose himself to Yin Lingbo's palm; he also failed, because the flaw he pretended to reveal was turned into a real flaw by Sasa Gioro.

The old hands trembled and held the hilt of the sword. He Lei suddenly gained some strength. He looked around to make sure that there was no one around, and then he decided to pull out the dagger. The old tears were all over the place, and the pain was like a shrimp.

It took him a while to catch his breath, He Lei leaned against the wall, his right hand glowing green light caressing the wound. If nothing else, interior warfare is a must for nobles, and He Lei naturally knows it, but in the past few decades, medical officers have always helped him to treat him, and this is the first time that he has treated himself.

After all, he is an aristocrat, guarding the imperial power, a pillar of the court, born noble, and the starting point is the end that countless people yearn for. He is gifted with great talent, rarely a child prodigy, and is considered to be a slaughterer. He was taught from a young age that he was born to lead others, pastor and pastor the people. No one can compare to him, no one can make him worship...

So... how did he get to where he is now?

The dignified head and assistant position was stolen by the commander of the vegetable garden; the responsibility of the imperial guard was also taken over by the boy Yu Ke. Although he is the leader of the Yanjing aristocracy, he has neither military power nor real power. Except for those "aristocratic prestige" who amuse themselves, the past few decades seem to have really been wasted.

As Cha Huan said, he calls himself "Old Man" every sentence, which shows that apart from his age, he doesn't seem to have any ability to win over others...

So everything is harmed by tea joy? Yes, it must be his fault. If he hadn't taught the old man too hard in the imperial court, how could the old man become timid because of this, greedy for the prosperity of Yanjing, and willing to be a noble?

Thinking like this, He Lei felt better, but he quickly shook his head with a wry smile.

He knew that it had nothing to do with Cha Huan, because when Cha Huan was desperate, he started his own path of genius. He became the Nightmare Chief of the Imperial Court in the second grade. lofty...

He also had a passion, and wanted to become a peerless countryman, capable of carrying the country for thousands of years. To use the recent popular saying, it is to be able to become a historical figure who can join "Unparalleled Killing"...

However, this passion will always wear away a little bit of fame, fortune, and wealth, a little bit of time, and a little bit of the unpredictable world.

In the end, he did not become the frontier general of the suppressing side, nor did he become the chief assistant of the cabinet who ruled the world, but, like his countless fathers, became a nobleman who maintained traditions.

A noble living in a dream.

Compared with before, this nightmare now makes He Lei feel alive. At least at this moment, he is not killing Wu Zhu, nor Yin Lingbo, but the nobles who are protecting Yanjing, the royal family, and the people!

"cough!"

He Lei coughed out a mouthful of blood. He looked down and found that although he had stopped the bleeding from the wound, his body was still riddled with holes.

The internal organs are screaming, the blood is fleeing, and the seemingly strong appearance can't suppress the collapse of this unremarkable body.

Sasa Gioro also used some fighting skills. Although He Lei's injury seemed to be just a sword injury, it had already used all the energy inside to blast He Lei's internal organs. If it wasn't for Wu Zhu, He Lei would have been in a coma and shock due to internal bleeding, and then he would have died.

But even Wu Zhu can only skip the step of 'coma shock'.

He Lei looked at the silver bell in his hand and let out a sigh: "Sima Huo... Come and save the old man... The old man is still saved..."

He lowered his hands weakly, looked up at the starry sky, and occasionally one or two fireworks bloomed in the dark night.

After an unknown amount of time, an inexplicable force suddenly surged out of He Lei's body, causing him to make his final call:

"Tea fun!"

"I've been wanting to say something to you for a long time, I don't know if you can hear it, but I just wanted to say-"

"Me! Gan! You! Mother!"

...

...

In the ruins of broken walls, Cha Huan suddenly turned around and looked around.

"Principal, what's wrong?" Yu Ke asked, "Are there any other enemies?"

"No, I just feel that someone is calling me~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Maybe someone is paying respect to you, the principal before dying," Yu Ke smiled: "If I were about to die, I would definitely thank you, principal, from the bottom of my heart. cultivation."

"Why can't you thank me when you are alive?"

"That can't be done, it's too embarrassing, and after you die, you don't have to listen to the yin and yang behind you."

"You two, can you leave it to the grave?" Xie Chenyuan couldn't help but said, "The demon emperor is not dead yet."

Yes, while Cha Huan and Yu Ke were chatting, Smile was still on the battlefield, and it did not attack, but kept a defensive posture. It has only been on the defensive for a few minutes, and during this time, no matter how the three of Cha Huan cut his flesh and blood, it has no intention of fighting back.

Even if Cha Huan stopped to chat, it would not do anything.

Although Cha Huan and the others had never seen an enemy who was willing to be a sandbag like this, they would naturally not be soft-hearted in the fight, and even more enjoyable to fight. But soon, they discovered a problem-

They are tired.