Under the dense night, the fire at Taotie base was dotted.

A different kind of vitality shines on the dark earth.

After Huang Xin withdrew from the camp, the sentry posts around the Laogui camp slowly retreated.

The old ghost is a habit that he cannot stand any interference when doing things.

Whoever interferes, whoever dies.

No one in the Taotie base can violate the taboo of the old ghost.

The more evil a person is, the more he is afraid of the evil one.

Because he knew how unbearable and ruthless their methods were.

After the guards retreated, the camp became more and more quiet.

In the camp, the old ghost dressed in black and strong in shape was trembling in front of a boy.

Half an hour ago, the young man suddenly appeared in front of him without any alarm, and killed all his personal guards with one sword.

Then he said he wanted to have a good chat with him.

The strange domineering black sword made him feel scared.

In the camp, Zhao Zheng sat at the desk opposite Lao Gui, looking at him lightly.

The old ghost dared not move. He was more confident than Zhao Zheng. His speed was definitely faster than the sword in Zhao Zheng's hand.

The black long sword in the hands of the person in front of him, which was as silent as abyss, was even more terrifying than what was boasted on TV before the Cataclysm.

"Taotie?"

Zhao Zheng's voice was disdainful.

"It's all nonsense for outsiders, just think I'm a little hairy dog."

The old ghost is more like a pug than Huang Xin at this time.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Lao Gui coldly, and the old Gui's mouth immediately closed.

"There are people in the southwest, with hairy bodies and pigs on their heads. They are greedy and evil as wolves. They like to accumulate wealth by themselves, but do not eat human grain. Those who are bullied seize the old and weak, and they are afraid of evil and hit the single, which is called Taotie."

"Why is Taotie also an ancient ferocious beast? How could it be worthy of a humble person like you?"

Zhao Zheng's voice was very soft, but it made the old ghost shudder.

"You are right!"

"Sir, what do you want?"

The old ghost asked carefully.

Zhao Zheng gently stroked Mo Yuan on the desk, and seemed to say inadvertently:

"Today, the food you robbed was given by my master. No one dared to rob the things given by my master, even if I am the King of Qin, I dared not."

"How do you think people like you have the courage to rob?"

The chill in Zhao Zheng's mouth was beyond words.

His murderous intent was not concealed at all.

In an instant, the entire tent was filled with biting cold.

The old ghost immediately lowered his head:

"I'll send you back immediately tomorrow morning."

Zhao Zheng looked at the old ghost quietly, and then casually said something else.

"The seeds I came to Japan yesterday to take away, and you Taotie also snatched them away."

"Send back, send all back."

The old grimace was filled with a stiff smile.

Zhao Zheng gently pulled out the Mo Yuan sword behind him and flicked the sword body lightly.

The sound of a stern voice was awe-inspiring murderous intent.

It was as if the night was shaking under the long sword.

"I snatched my stuff and sent it back?"

Zhao Zheng's voice was very soft, with a mature age that was not his age.

"I will double all the things to you."

The old ghost is about to kneel down.

His fear was not hidden at all. He wanted to live, nor did he want to suffer.

Seeing that Zhao Zheng was speechless, the old ghost immediately changed his words:

"Now, immediately, I'll let them see you off."

"No hurry!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand gently, not seemingly in a hurry.

"I have a long time to settle accounts with you."

Zhao Zheng's voice was very calm, without a trace of fear of sneaking into the base alone to take hostages.

The old ghost was even more panicked.

The old ghost is the evil one among the evil ones, and he knows better than anyone how to make a person surrender.

Even if the person in front of him only knows half of his knowledge, it is enough to make life worse than death several times.

Sometimes death is liberation.

In the big tent, there was silence.

Zhao Zheng gently rubbed Mo Yuan in his hand.

And the old ghost, Zhao Zheng didn't speak, so he didn't dare to speak at all.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Wang Wuyi listened quietly to the conversation under the quilt.

Daqin?

Didn’t this say that the man in white that day?

A glimmer of hope appeared in Wang Wuyi's heart, and she struggled hard.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The sound rang in the red quilt.

"Who is inside?"

Zhao Zheng stopped his movements of touching the long sword.

The endless murderous intent is like ignited hay.

The old ghost knelt down directly, and he shook his head suddenly.

He really doesn't know.

Where can he remember every slave's name?

After hearing this, Zhao Zheng settled for a moment, and then the Mo Yuan in his hand moved, and a black light flashed.

The red quilt was torn to pieces by a sword.

Cotton wool flies all over the sky.

Wang Wuyi, who was not covered with a piece of strand, was tied up with extremely stylish style, with skin as cream and hair as bending willows.

Zhao Zheng's eyes were indifferent, but he just frowned slightly.

The next moment, he gently lifted the cotton wool in Wang Wuyi's mouth with a light sword.

Wang Wuyi looked at the boy in front of him.

Same powerful, same costume.

"Are you from Daqin?"

"Xian Qin?"

Zhao Zheng's indifferent eyes seemed to have ripples, as if he had heard something interesting.

He looked down at the woman.

"Wang Wuyi?"

"I am."

As soon as Wang Wuyi said, an ink-colored sword light flashed in the void.
To be continued...