"Mengli has already started to move..."

Looking at the gradually spreading mist, Zhuang Yanqiao whispered.

"Hey! I spent so much money to prepare, I hope Mengli can bring us a surprise!"

Xiong Zhendong's mouth raised his face with a proud look on his face.

"So many people, do we really want to kill them all..."

Yun Bingqing was a little struggling. When she thought of the sea of ​​corpses and blood that day, she felt a little resistant and panic. Mo Xiaoli and Wu Qingyun also looked at Zhuang Yanqiao with a confused look on her face.

"What we killed was a group of livestock eating human blood steamed buns. It was a group of Shura born in this year of war. They had long been stained with blood and entangled with so many unjust souls."

Zhuang Yanqiao looked at the cattle and sheep slaughtered in the village, and they didn’t know which villages they were farming and the food for winter.

"Think about the villagers who were killed by them in that village, think about the villagers who were ruined by them, think about Xiaoya's parents..."

Zhuang Yanqiao's breathing gradually became heavy, his eyes were red: "There have been wars for years and life is already difficult for the people on the border, but they, these livestock, are still enjoying killing people and slaughtering and causing trouble everywhere."

"Most of them had to gather together because they were desperate to fight against the weak and made a living. But when they had a group, had the ability, and had a support, they did not help the weak and suppress the strong, and supported justice, but instead enjoyed killing the weak and bullying the good."

"You said, are these people dead?"

At the end of Zhuang Yanqiao's words, his words were as cold as a knife, and even a faint sense of hatred was faintly revealed.

After hearing this, several people were silent.

"But... murder is not a solution after all. There are so many people in the world who cause trouble, and we cannot kill them one by one." Yun Bingqing couldn't help but think of those thieves in the river.

"So, we must gather our own forces and then change the world!"

A fanatical light flashed in Zhuang Yanqiao's eyes: "Killing these horse thieves and accumulating reputation is the first step. Next, as long as we can assassinate the pilgrimage, we can put the Central Plains into turmoil. At that time, all the heroes will rise up, and with the ability of us, we will definitely be able to compete with the Central Plains!"

"But Brother Zhuang, now the Central Plains are internal and external troubles, and strong enemies are surrounded by them. In the chaos of the Central Plains, if Ji Guo leads troops to go south, wouldn't we become sinners of the country?" Li Guangjun looked at Zhuang Yanqiao in front of him, and for some reason a strong sense of anxiety arose in his heart.

"Hmph! How can I be so concerned about Ji Guo? If the emperor had not been incompetent, the Han people had already led their troops to the Northern Expedition and recovered Yan Yun. How could they fall into the current situation? In their eyes, it is really important to preserve their current wealth and wealth."

"I think back to the end of the Han Dynasty, when the heroes of the Central Plains emerged, and no foreign tribe was beaten to obey. At that time, I, Han people, had no rivals except themselves! Not to mention the grand occasion of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the tribute of all races! But now? First, there were people from Li Ren, and then Ji Ren, all of whom regarded us as fish and wanted to slaughter them."

"Now, my great man's backbone is almost broken by the Holy Dynasty!"

After Zhuang Yanqiao said that, he narrowed his narrow eyes and looked at Li Guangjun with an inexplicable expression.

"Brother Zhuang...Brother Zhuang, what do you think I'm doing?" Li Guangjun was so scared by this glance.
Chapter completed!