As he approached the sunrise, he smelled the smell of fireworks.

The people in the village have already started a day’s work.

In the twilight, she heard footsteps.

She was alert and conscious.

An old woman sighed and walked along with a coarse porcelain bowl of hot red soup noodles with onions and fragrant oil.

The dress sat up.

She started eating.

When she finished all the noodles in this bowl and finished the noodle soup, her body began to have some warmth, and her hands and feet slowly gained some strength.

"I forgive you."

She said to the old woman who had come back to collect the bowl.

"What are the words of madness, that is, of evil."The old woman shook her head for a moment.Looking at this "mad woman", she felt very poor, and couldn't help but want to go to those thick clothes and unused old quilts, lest this "mad woman" soon freeze to death.

But the sleeves stood up.

In the shocked eyes of the old woman, Zheng Slee went not far ahead, where she was knocked down yesterday.

She put a large robe on her body, and put a bamboo pole used to dry her clothes on the ground, breaking it with one hand.

The sound of the crisp bursting of bamboo poles looks very harsh this morning.

The woman in the courtyard walked out quickly and saw the sleeve with a broken bamboo pole in her arms, and the woman's frightened eyes widened.

But she couldn’t make a sound.

Because the broken bamboo pole in Zheng Sleeve's hand has pierced her throat.

Even without the support of the real yuan, Zheng Slee is still a master in other aspects.

In addition to the power of this sword, in many ways, it is still beyond the reach of the vast majority of practitioners in the world.

The bamboo pole that has just been broken is very blunt, and it carries a lot of broken length.

So the throat wound that the woman had been pierced was terrible, and the blood came out of the wound with a hicling sound.

Then a loud cry began.

It was the old woman who was holding the noodle bowl.

The whole village was awakened by the old woman’s cry.

More screams and angers.

However, the blood-squi-stained Zheng Sleeve did not change any mood.

She turned a little woodily, and the bamboo pole in her hand once again pierced the throat of a man who had jumped behind her.

The sound of blood blaring with the throbbing sound again.

More and more people holding various agricultural tools jumped up, and some people threw stones at her far away.

But she began to walk, and nothing could fall on her.

The bamboo silk on the bamboo poles in her hand was all flesh and blood, and all the people in her sight fell in the pool of blood, except the old woman.

“I say that I forgive you... for your disrespectful sins.”

She looked at the old woman, who could not speak, and said it softly.

“Mad woman... you killed this day...” The old woman suddenly cried, smashed the bowl in her hand, and then rushed to Zheng Sleeve.

I don’t know why, this time, the sleeve did not hide.

The bowl fell on her body and broke into pieces.

She had a slight tug of taw, but the bamboo pole in her hand was still handed out and pierced the old woman's throat.

"I have forgiven you, but you don't want to."

She said this to the old woman's body, smelled the smell of food, went into a farmhouse, drank bowl of noodle soup, ate a dry film, and then she changed her clean clothes, wrapped the wound on her hand, and walked out of the village.

When the body is no longer in the pain.

When the real yuan can not recover and the strength gradually, Zheng Slee's mind is gradually clear.

She thought of someone.

She felt that the person might be able to restore her strength in a different way, or to restore her ability to practice.

It was a long time since she left the village.

Several farmers who had returned from a distant field had become the tragedy of the village, and cried out.

A great Qin horseman soon arrived, these sergeants were shocked by this tragedy, they began to search in anger, but did not think that this is what their long mausoleum mistress did.

She discerned the direction, and when it was getting dark, she came to a small town.

She covered her face, and on the night of the fall, she sneaked into the home of Fuja, easily assassinated everyone in the Fuja family, and threw their bodies in the well.

Then she used dinner, washed her body, and changed into a warm robe.

She wrote a letter, went out in the night, placed the seal under a dilapidated statue of the land before a seemingly ordinary farmer in the town, and then slightly moved the position of the few inconspicuous stones in front of the statue.

Then she returned to the Fujai’s house and began to wait.

Jiaodong County has been lost, even her cultivation has been lost, but close to Changling, those Jiaodong County to convey the means of communication are still there, those who are loyal to her secret agents are still there.

Her sealing and sealing will be passed out soon, and eventually her meaning will be passed on to the Su Qin, who is important in the Daqi Dynasty at this time.

She did not know what kind of strength Suqin had reached at this time.

But she was well aware that Sukhin was a very greedy young beast.

She was confident that Suzanne would accept her deal.

She told Sukhumlore Sword and some special practices in Jiaodong County, and Sukhin told her the ghost practice she needed.

Her body can no longer withstand the normal means of practice, but the ghost practice of the Qi Dynasty may turn her body into a kind of monster who walks on the edge of life and death.

She felt that with her talent and means, she must be able to slowly regain her strength.

But these were her best imaginings.

She ignored a man who had mastered many of the means of Jiaodong County.

This man is now next to Hue.

This is an avenger who would rather give up the cultivation and change his appearance.

And now he not only secretly knows some channels in Jiaodong County, but he has also mastered many channels for conveying messages in Changling.

Therefore, the content of Zheng Sleeve's seal was not quickly passed to Su Qin's hands along with her intention, but was known by this person for the first time.

This man easily knew where she was at this time from Yan's escape.

From the news from Yanjian, and even the content of this sealed mantle itself, he was also very easy to infer the situation of Zheng Sleeve at this time.

...

In the palace.

Zhao Gao began to bathe in a change of clothes.

He was very nice to change into his new clothes.

Then leave the palace and ride in a carriage with some of the dead who are enough to kill Zheng Sleeve, and walk to the place of Zheng Sleeve.

At this time, in the eyes of everyone in the palace, he was just a medical officer, although he began to have some power because of Hu Hai and his own means, he was not a practitioner.

However, today, the dead who followed him were somewhat puzzled that he had also brought a sword.

Only Zhao Gao himself knows.

He finally waited for the time.

He will personally kill the devil who came out of this county of Jiaodong.