Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated! Chapter 418: Do you want to continue?

Not long ago, the bustling and bustling streets became empty after a moment of panic.

On both sides of the street, the killers who kept pouring out fell to the ground, and the blood pooled into a small stream, flowing slowly on both sides of the street.

Master Xu did not appear in the queue escorting Zuo Qiu, but he was right behind, watching from a distance.

This is the Tang Dynasty!

This is the capital!

This is the foot of the emperor!

Old Master Xu would like to ask, what happened to this Tang Dynasty, this capital?

"Marquis Wu Cheng!"

Just as Mr. Xu was thinking about this, someone appeared behind Mr. Xu.

The long spear in Mr. Xu's hand suddenly pointed at the opponent.

"Don't misunderstand Wucheng Marquis, Jun Marquis in Xiazhen, Yan Mo!"

"Yan Jing is my younger brother!"

The person here is Yanmai, Hou of Zhenjun.

Mr. Xu stared at each other for a while, and slowly put down the spear in his hand.

Yan Mo and Yan Jing really have some imagination.

“What advice does the Marquis of Zhenjun have?”

Master Xu didn't let his guard down just because he was Yan Jing's brother.

It was Yan Jing who swore to him, and it was Yan Jing who got his approval. As for Yan Mo, Mr. Xu is really unfamiliar.

Although he used to be the ninth son of Xu Mansion in the capital, but that was when he was very young, and he didn't have the chance to know too many people at that time.

"Wu Chenghou just watched his sworn brother die like this?"

Yan Mo's eyes fell on Mr. Xu's face and he spoke lightly.

"Or else?"

Master Xu gave Yan Mo a sideways glance.

Yan Mo sighed and said, "That's right, it's really hard to persuade a person who wants to die wholeheartedly. No wonder the few of you will swoop in worship, it's very similar!"

"However, what if I could save Zuo Qiu's life?"

"Really?"

Old Master Xu looked at Yan Mei, "Could the Marquis of Zhenjun make the eldest princess subdue the law?"

"Uh, no!"

Yan Mo was stunned.

Mr. Xu threw a blank eye at Yan Mei and said, "Since there is no other way, then you talk shit!"

"Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, and my words are a bit rushed. Don't blame the army!"

“”

Yan Mo suddenly stopped talking.

He felt that he took the initiative to come over, just because he was full. However, when he thought of his stubborn brother who specially told him to help take care of Xia Zuoqiu before he left home, his brain ached.

What kind of sin is this!

"Marquis Wu Cheng!"

"Ben Hou said very seriously, I have a way to save Zuoqiu's life!"

"Really?"

"The Marquis of Zhenjun may wish to talk about it!"

If Zuoqiu can be kept alive, Mr. Xu will naturally remember Yan Mo's kindness. On the other hand, if Yan Mi was just entertaining him, he would not care about Yan Jing's face.

"What Zuoqiu asks, righteousness!"

"What if the family members of the deceased head hunters and hunters came?"

"Orphans and widows always need someone to take care of them!"

"Where righteousness lies, even if I die without regret."

"But many times, it's easy to die and too hard to live!"

"What do you think of Marquis Wu Cheng?"

Yan Mo's words undoubtedly made Old Master Xu tempted.

But if he comes forward and attracts the family members of the deceased police chiefs and catchers to block the way, it can certainly force Zuoqiu to change his mind. But from now on, is Zuoqiu still Zuoqiu?

Besides, he doesn't know what kind of heart the family members of those who catch the head and catch the fast are. If he encounters that greedy and shameless person, his life as a football player will be ruined by him.

To do or not to do?

"The way, the Marquis has already given it. As for whether to do it or not, Marquis Wu Cheng makes up his own mind."

"Farewell!"

After Yan Mo finished speaking, she turned around and left.

Originally, if Mr. Xu hadn't entered the capital and something like this happened, he would have to ask Yan Mo to do it himself. But now, he can be a hands-off shopkeeper.

Whether Zuoqiu lives or dies, the decision is entirely in the mind of Mr. Xu.

Of course, Yan Mo also wanted to know at the moment, how Mr. Xu would choose.

How to choose?

This is really a problem!

The Zhenjun Hou Yanmei left, but his men had been following him in order to pass the news to him at any time.

However, what makes Yan Mo puzzled is that Mr. Xu has always followed Zuoqiu's team unhurriedly.

The assassination of Zuoqiu continues.

The killers followed one after another, with a posture of not giving up until they killed Zuoqiu.

There have been casualties in the **** of the catchers around Zuoqiu.

Some are down forever, others are leaning against the side of the street gasping for breath.

Mr. Xu rode on a horse, and every time he saw a still alive, he would have the follower carry him away and send him for treatment.

Master Xu did not choose the method of the Marquis of Zhenjun.

In this world, there are always people who like to make various choices for you under the banner of being good for you.

But the so-called good for you is really good for you?

In Mr. Xu's view, a person must first have himself before he can be called a good person.

Let's not talk about the conduct of the family members of those who captured Kuai, just to let Zuoqiu give up his righteousness is to break Zuoqiu's way. The living Zuoqiu is no longer Zuoqiu, but a walking corpse. .

So, Mr. Xu's choice was to send Zuoqiu to the palace.

He also wanted to see how the present sage would decide on this matter when the drum of the drum was struck.

Something has to be done by someone.

After the battle of Huang Fengkou, in the deepest part of Mr. Xu's heart, he was very disappointed with Emperor Yongping on the dragon chair.

The road to the palace is full of murderous intentions.

The number of people guarding the front and back of Zuoqiu has been reduced by half.

On both sides of the street, there are no less than hundreds of corpses, some of which are killers and some who are fast.

With such a big movement, there is no intention in the palace.

The Imperial City Division's troops did not move.

The soldiers and horses of Yulin Guard did not move.

Master Xu didn't believe that Emperor Yongping in the palace did not receive the news.

And Emperor Yongping's inaction is actually an action.

"Driving"

Old Master Xu squeezed his legs together, and the yellow horse dashed forward.

"Stop!"

Not far from the front is the Royal Street, after the Royal Street is the Imperial Palace, and in front of the palace gate is the Dengwen Drum.

As Zuoqiu, he is not qualified to meet Emperor Yongping directly.

If he wants to have an audience, either the emperor summons him, or he can only play the drum.

The Dengwen drum of the Tang Dynasty is placed in front of the palace. Anyone who has major grievances can play the Dengwen drum and listen to the sky.

This is the rule set by Emperor Taizu of the Tang Dynasty.

But there are prerequisites for the rules, that is, the person who hears the sound of the drum and beats the drum, regardless of whether the grievances complained of are true or not, must bear a hundred kills.

This is the price of beating the drum!

"Fourth brother, when you get here, do you want to continue?"

Old Master Xu looked at Zuoqiu, "The one in the palace has never done anything. You don't understand what that means!"

The killer carried the banner of Jie Yun Dao, but if it was really Jie Yun Dao, would the court be so quiet?

Let the killer of Jie Yundao assassinate the court officials in the street, what a funny thing!