Heroes Shed No Tears Chapter 7: 　The Lion Hall in Tongtuo Lane

The sixth day of February.

Luoyang.

Luoyang was the capital of the seven dynasties, including the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Western Jin Dynasty, the Wei Dynasty, the Sui Dynasty, and the Later Tang Dynasty. Left control Guanzhong, north to Yanyun, south to the south, the palace is extremely magnificent.

Jia Ma Ying, born by Emperor Taizu of Song Dynasty, Dongda Temple founded in the later Tang Dynasty, Mi Fei Temple in Cao Zhiluo’s God Fu, Lao Tzu’s former residence in Tongtuo Lane, Baima Temple where white horse came from Xitian, “Yangchun under Tianjin Bridge The ancient bridge of "water" is still here today.

But Gao Jianfei's ambition is not here.

Xiao Gao didn't come for these places of interest. All he was looking for was one place, one person.

He was looking for the Lion Hall, Zhu Meng's Lion Hall.

He found it.

The rudder of the Lion Hall is in Tongtuo Lane, near the former residence of Lao Tzu in the legend, almost occupying an entire alley.

Xiao Gao quickly found him.

In his imagination, the Lion Hall must be an ancient and strong huge building. Although it will not be very majestic or gorgeous, it must be very spacious and magnificent, just like Zhu Meng’s people.

His idea was not wrong. The Lion Hall was actually like this, but there was one thing he didn't expect that this ancient, strong, spacious and open courtyard was almost completely burnt to rubble.

Except for the next few rooms, the Lion Hall, which has been dominating Luoyang for many years, has been completely destroyed by fire.

Gao Jianfei's heart sank.

The cold wind is like a knife, and occasionally there will be some debris among the rubble being blown up by the cold wind. I don't know whether it is a charred beam or a charred human bone.

In the Lion Hall of the former guest Yingmen Yu Ruxue, now there is no one in sight.

This Copper Camel Lane, which is full of ancient legends and heroes and heroes of the past, now has only a sorrow and depression.

The vicissitudes of life, although the change of personnel is impermanent, but this kind of change has become very fast and terrible.

——When did this happen? How did it happen?

——Where are the high-spirited and invincible Zhu Meng and the experienced players under his sect?

Xiao Gao suddenly thought of Zhuo Dong, his way of doing things, his shame and composure.

Everything that happened in the safflower set that day was in the snow, now another scene is revealed in Xiao Gao's mind.

He suddenly understood why Zhuo Donglai wanted to let Zhu Meng go.

When Zhu Meng is in Chang'an, the defensive power of Luoyang General Rudder will definitely be weakened. If you send someone to make a surprise attack, it is undoubtedly the best opportunity.

Zhuo Donglai must have been waiting for such an opportunity for a long time.

Just as he raised his glass to Zhu Mengblessing toast, the raid must have been on the way.

This must be the result of that raid.

Just when Zhu Meng felt he was completely victorious, he was already defeated.

This time he really lost too badly.

Xiao Gao's hands and feet are cold.

He couldn't imagine how Zhu Meng could withstand such a big blow, but he believed that Zhu Meng would definitely not be knocked down.

As long as Zhu Meng is still alive, he will not be knocked down by anyone.

The only thing Xiao Gao thinks about now is that Zhu Meng is anxious to retaliate, because now Zhuo Donglai must have opened his net in Chang'an, waiting for him to go.

If Zhu Meng has arrived in Chang'an now, there will be very little chance of him coming back alive.

No matter who has undergone such a big blow, his thoughts and actions will inevitably be neglected due to impatience and anger.

A little negligence can cause fatal errors.

Zhuo Dong's plan will never be negligent. Thinking of this, Xiao Gao's heart is cold.

At this moment, he made up his mind.

He will also rush back to Chang'an, no matter whether Zhu Meng is dead or alive, he will rush back.

If Zhu Meng is not dead, he might still be able to do something for his friends.

He still has two hands, one sword and one life.

If Zhu Meng has died in Zhuo Donglai's hands, he will also rush back to collect the corpses for his friends, go desperately, and take revenge.

No matter what, until now, only Zhu Meng regards him as a friend.

He only has a friend like Zhu Meng.

He still doesn't fully understand the meaning of the word "friend" because he has never made friends before.

But he was angry.

A chivalrous spirit, a blood, a loyal spirit.

——Because there are still some people in this world who have such an aura, justice can defeat evil and humanity can exist forever.

It's a pity now that Gao Jianfei is very difficult no matter where he wants to go.

Suddenly a person appeared in the long alley that was silent.

A man in brown who is only four feet tall, but has a one-foot-long horse face, two thick eyebrows are connected like two broomsticks, and a thick rope is tied at the center of the eyebrows.

He will be too old for a long time, but he looks very old-fashioned when he looks at Wei, with narrow eyes gleaming under his thick eyebrows, and when he sees Xiao Gao, his eyes are nailed to Xiao Gao like nails.

Xiao Gao has seen this man.

A person like this is not easy to forget no matter who has just seen it.

Xiao Gao remembers that he originally seemed to be selling cakes on the street outside the alley. Using a long and narrow knife, he cut slices of sweet cakes made of dates.

The knife is stuck in the belt now.

If you want to cut a person piece by piece with this knife, it is probably not a big problem.

As soon as this person was discharged from the hospital, the alley suddenly became lively. All the people on the street suddenly swarmed into this alley, and all the people on the street seemed to have come, like the tide, and suddenly flooded Xiaogao.

Xiao Gao just felt that he had suddenly broken into a very lively temple fair, crowded with people on all sides, all kinds of people, crowded, so crowded that he couldn't even move.

He really didn't know how to deal with this situation, because he had never encountered such a thing before.

The cake seller seemed to have been squeezed in front of him just now, but now he is out of sight.

This person is too short. It is really difficult to find such a person in the crowd, but if he wants to use his cake-cutting knife to stab someone in the waist in the crowd , It’s probably easier than cutting cakes.

Xiao Gao didn't want to suffer such a knife.

He must find this person first, he has already seen that this person is the head of this group of people.

"I want to buy cut cakes." Xiao Gao suddenly said loudly: "Where are the people selling cut cakes?"

"I didn't go anywhere." A man said in a deep and hoarse voice: "I am here."

The voice came from behind Xiao Gao. Xiao Gao turned his head, but couldn't see the person.

But he heard this person's voice again, so he quickly understood that he hadn't seen this person, just because he hadn't looked down.

Such a short person is crowded in a crowd. If you don't look down, you will definitely not see it.

"You can't see me, and I can't see you, how do we do business?" he asked Xiao Gao.

"This problem is easy to solve."

Suddenly Xiao Gao squatted down among the crowd. Although the faces of others could not be seen, a long and big horse face had already arrived in front of him.

"Can we do business now?"

The man grinned, his mouth almost reaching the corners of his ears, "Do you really want to buy cut cakes?"

"Apart from buying cut cakes, do we have other deals to discuss? Are there other deals to do?"

"No more."

"Then I will buy cut cakes."

"How much do you want to buy?"

"How much do you want to sell to me?"

"As long as you can afford the price, I will sell as much as possible."

"What is the price of your cut cake?"

"Then you have to read it."

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at people."

"Look at the people?" Xiao Gao didn't understand: "You also have to look at the people when selling cut cakes?"

"Of course it depends on the person, what kind of person it is to buy the cake, what price I want."

Looking at people's bids is one of the secrets of doing business.

"Some people come to buy my cut cakes. I only need two cents and a catty. Some people come to buy them and I won't sell them even if they sell me five hundred gold bars." This person said, "Because I don't like him. ."

"What about me?" Xiao Gao asked: "Do you think I am pleasing to the eye?"

The man stared at him up and down for a long time, and the cold light in his narrow eyebrows shot like a sharp blade, and suddenly asked Xiao Gao: "Did you come from Chang'an?"

"Yes."

"What is in this baggage in your hand, is it a sword?"

"Yes."

"You rushed here from Chang'an, did you come for Master Zhu from the "Lion Lion Hall"?"

The man suddenly grinned again, showing Bai Linsen's teeth: "Then our business will not be negotiated."

"Why?"

"Because the dead cannot eat cut cakes, my cut cakes are not sold to the dead."

Xiao Gao's palms are already sweating, cold sweat.

If all the crowds from all sides swarmed over at once, the crowd would also squeeze him to death, how could he stop him.

He could hear the breathing of these people have become thicker because of excitement, and anyone will become excited before killing.

Ren Cong has already begun to squeeze forward, and the cake seller has held the cutter on his waist with his right hand.

Xiao Gao suddenly discovered something--

The most terrifying thing in this world is people. If human resources can be concentrated and united, it is far more terrifying than any force in the world.

But Gao Zhefei can still calm down. Because he had seen that these people were all from the Lions Hall, they were all on Zhu Meng’s side just like him, so he said, “I’m from Chang’an, and there is indeed a murderer in my burden. Sharp sword, but the person I am going to kill is not Zhu Meng."

"Who are you going to kill?"

"The person I want to kill is the person you want to kill." Xiao Gao said: "Because I am just like you, I am also Zhu Meng's friend."

"Oh?"

"My last name is Gao, and my name is Gao Jianfei."

"Is the Gao Jianfei that is gradually going to fly high."

"Yes." Xiao Gao said: "You might as well go back and ask Zhu Meng if there is a friend like me."

"I don't have to ask."

"Why?"

Suddenly a sly smile appeared in the narrow eyes of the sliced ​​cakes, and suddenly smiled at Xiao Gao.

"Do you think I didn't know you were Zhu Meng's friend?"

"You know?"

"Just because I know, I want to kill you."

Xiao Gao's back was suddenly drenched, drenched in cold sweat.

Although Ren Cong is squeezing forward again, the cake-cutting knife is sharp, but at this moment, he has a chance to crush the hand holding the knife and break the bridge of the nose on the horse’s face. , Dig out the vicious and vicious meaning in these narrow eyes.

But he can't act rashly.

He can kill this person, but he can't kill or kill the crowds on all sides.

If he takes advantage of this fleeting moment to kill this person, he himself is likely to be cut into meat sauce by someone else's messy knife.

The person selling the cakes laughed again, and said with a gloomy smile: "You are not dead yet, why don't you make a move?"

The sentence was not finished yet, Xiao Gao, who was squatting in front of him, suddenly stood up. As soon as he stood up, his body was already straight up, as if there was an invisible big hand on it. He lifted his collar and pulled him up like a green onion.

This is a rare feat in the arena, and it is also a stunt to survive from death.

It's a pity that he is neither a flying crow nor wings.

His body was just squeezed up with a breath of real breath, and this breath would be exhausted at any time. His body will still fall, and he will fall into the crowd when he falls.

He understands this himself.

He knew that the people below must have pulled out their weapons, ready to kill, waiting for him to fall.

At that time, even if he could draw his sword and kill people, he himself would die in the pool of blood and corpses of others.

He didn't want to do this kind of thing, nor did he want to see the horror of flesh and blood.

But he is not dead either.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a long rope flying far away.

He didn't see where the long rope came from, nor did he see whose hands the rope was in.

Fortunately, he saw the long rope and was able to grasp it in time.

The long rope was pulled in front of the force club, and his body was also pulled up by the strength of the rope.

Is being pulled up like a kite, pulling higher and higher.

The person pulling the rope was also pulling forward like a kite. Xiao Gao still didn't see this person, but heard a familiar voice.

The sound of spikes running on the snow.

Xiao Gao immediately felt a sense of warmth in his heart.

He seemed to see another person, wearing a pair of spikes, pulling a horse's tail, and was also hung on the horse's tail like a kite.

He seemed to have seen the man on the horse again, and saw the man's heroism and arrogance again.

He knew that Zhu Meng would never be knocked down by anyone.

"Tall, big and young, I didn't think you were really here." As soon as the spikes stopped running, he fell down on the snow: "The hall master said that Gao and Young would definitely come to see him. I didn't expect that Gao and Young would actually come. Up."

Xiao Gao used a lot of force to pull this loyal friend from the snow.

"It is me who should kneel down," he said to the spikes: "You saved my life."

The spikes wiped away the tears that had almost drained his eyes, and his expression became angry again.

"The villain has long since expected Cai Chong to never let go of any of his co-student's friends," Spikes said: "Almost all of the hall master's friends have been attacked by him, even those from far away. I didn’t miss one."

"Cai Zhen is the monster that sells magnets?"

"It's him."

"Of course he didn't sell cakes," Xiao Gao said, "Who is he?"

"Like the kid surnamed Yang, he was originally the confidant of the hall master."

"Like Yang Jian, he betrayed your hall master?"

"He is more hateful than Yang Jian," Spikes said bitterly: "When he betrayed the hall master, it was when the hall master felt the most uncomfortable and needed him the most."

Xiao Gao understands what he means.

"When you came back from Chang'an, not only the Lions Hall was destroyed, but Cai Chong also reversed," Xiao Gao sighed, "You must have had a hard time during the two days."

"Yes," Spikes said: "It's very difficult."

"But no matter how sad the days are, they will pass."

"Yes," the spikes repeated Xiao Gao's words like a puppet: "It will pass."

Suddenly there was an unspeakable sadness and sorrow in his eyes, as if a person watched himself sinking, sinking quicksand that was unrecoverable.

Xiao Gao's heart suddenly sank.

——Cai Chong betrayed Zhu Meng when he was most difficult, but Zhu Meng still makes him live happily in this world.

This is definitely not Zhu Meng's usual style.

Xiao Gao stared at Dingqi's eyes, and asked word by word: "Aren't you dare to tell me?"

The spikes are also tense: "Why don't you dare to tell you?"

Xiao Gao suddenly squeezed his shoulders hard: "Has your hall master been poisoned?"

"Nothing."

"Really not?"

"Really not." The spikes seemed to be trying their best to make a cheerful expression: "The villain can take Gao Daxiao to see him now."

Snow-covered dry forest, ferocious rocks.

There was a fire in front of the rock, and there was a person standing high on the rock.

A person who has been so thin and out of shape is like a vulture that has not seen a dead body for a long time.

The flame is flashing, and the flashing fire light shines on his face.

A big face full of loneliness, despair and sorrow, thick eyebrows full of sadness, a pair of tired and apathetic eyes deep in the cheekbones, staring motionlessly at the flashing fire in front of him. It's as if we are expecting a miracle in the flame.

This is not Zhu Meng.

"Lion" Zhu Mengjue would become like this.

"Lion" Zhu Meng has always been a hero, a hero that no one can defeat.

But the spikes have bowed down in front of the rock: "Report to the hall master that the person the hall master most wants to see has arrived."

Xiao Gao did not shed tears.

Although his tears were about to come out of his eyes, they did not shed.

He hasn't shed tears for years.

Zhu Meng has raised his head and looked at him blankly, as if he could no longer recognize the person standing in front of him.

Xiao Gao lowered his head.

Now he understands why there is such a desperate expression in the eyes of the spikes, but he still does not understand how the hero who swung a knife and killed someone in the blink of an eye outside the safflower set that day was so easily knocked down .

"Little Gao, Gao Fei gradually."

Zhu Meng suddenly roared, jumped off the rock, leaped over and hugged Xiao Gao.

At this moment, he seemed to be angry again, "I knew you would come, and you did come."

He hugged Xiao Gao firmly and pressed his face against Xiao Gao's face.

He was laughing, laughing loudly, as if he was beheading a man with a knife outside the Red Flower Collection that day.

But Xiao Gao suddenly found that his face was wet.

——Is someone crying? Who is crying?

"The prodigal son sings three times, don't sing sad songs.

In the world, sad things are already a lot.

The prodigal son is a song of the gentleman, persuading the gentleman not to shed tears, if there is any injustice in the world, drunk and slash the head. "

An iron gun, a copper pot, and a pot of dirty wine.

A pile of fire.

Spiked shoes were used to hang a copper pot with an iron gun to boil wine over the fire. A cold wind whizzed through the pine branches, and the wine was still hot.

But Xiao Gao's blood is already hot.

"Zhuo Donglai, this **** is really a **** character." Zhu Meng has already drunk three pots of wine, "Even though he has smashed my nest, I still can't refuse him."

Being muddled down, arrogance gradually grew: "Submissive, but one day, Lao Tzu will still cut off his head and not become a chamber pot."

Xiao Gao looked at him for a long time, then suddenly asked: "Why haven't you gone?"

Zhu Meng suddenly stood up, then sat down slowly, his face suddenly showing the desperate sadness.

"I can't go yet." Zhu Meng said silently, "If I go, she will be dead."

"Who is she? Is she a woman?"

Zhu Meng shook his head, shut up, and drank.

"You didn't kill Cai Chong, it was for her?" Xiao Gao asked again.

Zhu Meng shook his head again, and after a long time he asked Xiao Gao in a hoarse and broken voice: "Do you know how many people that little **** took me away?"

"How much did he take away?"

"All."

"All?" Xiao Gao was surprised: "Did all the disciples of the Lions Hall follow him?"

"Everyone except the spikes has been bought by him." Zhu Meng said, "He has been in charge of my money for these years. All money in and out of the Lion Hall must pass through his hands. I have never I haven't managed it."

"So you think it's useless even if you go to him, because he has many more people than you."

Zhu Meng actually admitted that the pride aroused by the strong wine just now has suddenly disappeared.

He used a pair of big joints protruding hands to stick his wine bowl, drinking piping hot wine in big mouthfuls. Apart from this bowl of wine, there seems to be nothing else in this world worthy of his attention.

Xiao Gao's heart is tingling.

He suddenly discovered that Zhu Meng had not only changed his appearance, but had also begun to rot inside.

Previous Zhu Meng was never like this.

In the past, if he knew that the betrayer was still on the street waiting to assassinate his friend, even if there were thousands of troops to protect that person, he would rush in and slay that person in front of the horse's hoof. .

——Perhaps this was the main reason why his disciples betrayed him.

People who are in the arena, who wants to follow a leader whose courage has been lost?

Xiao Gao really didn't understand why an ironclad hero would become like this? Why does it become so fast?

He didn't ask Zhu Meng.

Zhu Meng is already drunk, drunk much faster than before.

There was already only a thin layer of flesh left outside of his huge bones. After he was drunk, it looked like the withered bones of a male lion.

Xiao Gao couldn't bear to look at him again.

The fire was still flashing, the spikes were still cooking wine, and he didn't go to see him. But the desperate pain and sadness appeared in his eyes again.

Xiao Gao stood up, walked over, and silently handed him a bowl of wine in his hand.

The spikes hesitated for a while, and finally took a sip.

Xiao Gao took his iron gun and poured a bowl of wine from the copper kettle. Drink it in one sip, and then sighed and replied: "I did not misunderstand you, you really are his good friend."

"The villain is not a friend of the hall master," the expression on spikes is extremely serious: "The villain is not worthy."

"You are wrong, maybe only you are his true friend in this world, and only you are worthy to be his friend!"

"The villain is not worthy," the spikes still said: "The villain dare not think so."

"But now only you are with him."

"That's just because the villain's life was originally the hall master's." Spikes said: "The villain will follow him for the rest of his life."

"But he has become like this."

"No matter what the hall master becomes, it is the same as my hall master." Spikes flatly said: "This will never change."

"You don't feel uncomfortable when you see him change so much?"

The spikes stopped talking.

Xiao Gao poured a bowl of wine again, watched him drink it, and then sighed: "I know you must be as uncomfortable as mine, and I must hope that he can cheer up."

The spikes are silent.

Xiao Gao stared at him: "It's a pity you can't think of any way to cheer him up."

The spikes drank another bowl of wine, this time he poured himself.

Xiao Gao also drank a bowl and said loudly: "You can't think of it, I can."

The spikes immediately raised his head and stared at Xiao Gao.

"But you, must tell me first, how did he become like this?" Xiao Gao was also staring at the spikes, "Is it for a woman?"

"Tall, young," the sound of the spikes seemed to cry: "Why do you have to ask about this?"

"Of course I have to ask." Xiao Gao said: "To cure the disease, you must first find out the root of his disease."

The spikes originally seemed to be ready to say, but suddenly they shook their head vigorously, "The villain can't say it, nor dare to say it."

"Why?"

The spikes simply sat down and hugged his head with both hands, ignoring Xiao Gao.

——How did Zhu Meng change? Is it really for a woman?

——Who is that woman? Where have you been? Why don't the spikes dare to say it?

The night is deeper and colder. The fire is weak.

The spikes struggled to stand up and murmured: "The villain will find some firewood to add fire."

Before he left, Zhu Meng suddenly let out a loud roar in his drunken dream.

"Die Wu, you can't go." He hissed and growled: "You are mine, no one can take you away."

This loud roar is like a whip, slammed heavily on the spikes.

Suddenly, the body of the spiked shoes began to tremble.

Zhu Meng turned over and fell asleep again. Xiao Gao had stopped the spikes as a way to go, and firmly held his shoulders.

"It's Diewu, it must be Diewu." Xiao Gao said: "Zhu Meng must have changed for her."

The spikes hung their heads, and finally fell silent.

"Is she still in Luoyang now?" Xiao Gao asked.

"Not here." Spikes said: "The first night when the villain and the hall master came back from Chang'an, someone attacked the Lions Hall at night. Cai Chong happened to be on duty that night, and he was unsuspecting. , Let people easily succeed, not only burned our lion hall, but also killed more than 40 of our brothers before they left."

"I believe those people must have been sent by Zhuo Dong."

"It must be." Spikes said: "They are not only good hands, but also familiar with our internal situation."

"There must be someone from Zhuo Dong in the Lion Hall." Xiao Gao said.

"Therefore, some people suspect that Cai Chong has long meant to betray the hall master, and some people think that he simply reversed it because he knew that he was negligent in his duties and feared that the hall master would use the family law to rule him."

"Is Die Wu going against him, too?"

The spikes shook her head: "Lady Butterfly has always looked down on that stinky boy, why would she follow her?"

"Did she be taken away by someone from Zhuo Dong? Want to use her as a hostage to threaten Zhu Meng?"

The spikes sighed: "For this reason, the hall master did not go to Chang'an to find Sima to settle accounts."

"Even if Cai Chong doesn't turn back, he won't go?"

"Probably not." Spikes said sadly: "If the hall master arrives in Chang'an, the **** of the Escort will most likely take Miss Butterfly immediately."

His voice sounded like he was about to cry again: "The hall master once told the villain that as long as Miss Butterfly can live well, it doesn't matter if the hall master suffers a bit of crime."

"Because of this butterfly girl, your hall master became depressed and didn't want to do anything? So until now, Cai Chong can still sway the bustling city?"

"The villain never thought that the hall master would be so infatuated for a woman." Spikes said: "The villain can't even dream of it."

He thought Xiao Gao would think this was a ridiculous thing, pitiful and ridiculous.

But he was wrong.

He found that Xiao Gao's eyes suddenly became full of sorrow, and he was fascinated by the darkness in the distance.

——A woman who doesn’t even know her name, an unforgettable relationship in the Ministry of Immortality.

Of course the spikes don’t know these things. After a long time, he heard Xiao Gao say in a gentle and sad voice,

"Your hall master has not changed, he is still a man." Xiao Gao said: "A real man will care about others. If he doesn't care about the lives of others at all, you probably won't follow him."

"Yes."

The spikes were squeezed, and it took a long time before he mustered the courage to say: "Senior and young, there is a saying that the villain shouldn't say."

"You said."

"Everyone should care about others, but it's not right to torture yourself for others." Spikes said: "That will make the people he cares about sad and disappointed."

Xiao Gao smiled reluctantly and changed the subject.

"I see a shelter from the wind over there, I want to go to sleep." He said to the spikes: "You should sleep too."

The heaven and the earth are completely silent again, leaving only the "cracking" sound when the dead branches burn in the flames.

The spikes spread a thick felt on the rock, hugged Zhu Meng to sleep, and then covered it with two felts, and then he fell asleep next to him, sleeping on the cold rock, like a dried shrimp. Became a ball.

When he was awakened from the cold before dawn, he realized that Xiao Gao was also awake.

In the faint morning light, he saw Xiao Gao washing his face with ice and snow, and it seemed that he had untied the baggage in his hands.

The spikes didn't see if there was a sword in the bag, let alone the shape of the sword.

He didn't dare to look closely.

He pretended not to see anything.

But his heart keeps beating, beating fast and fast.

When Zhu Meng woke up, it was already bright, the spikes had already risen, and he was making a fire and boiling water.

But Xiao Gao is gone~IndoMTL.com~ Zhu Meng leaped up, looking everywhere with a pair of bloodshot eyes.

He growled like a beast in his throat.

"He also left?" Zhu Meng asked the spikes: "When did he leave and where did he go? Will he come back?"

"Reported to the hall master, when Gao Dashao left, he didn’t say anything, and the villain didn’t know where he was," Spikes said, "but the hall master should want it, because Gao Dashao is a friend of the hall master ."

Zhu Meng's people had already shrunk because of grief and disappointment. When they heard the sentence of spikes, they suddenly lifted up, and there was light in their blood-filled eyes, and they suddenly jumped up.

"Yes, I really should know where he has gone," Zhu Meng said loudly: "Spiked shoes, let's go, too."

"Yes." The spirit of the spikes seemed to be lifted up, but there were tears in his eyes, "The villain is already ready, the villain is always ready, the villain has been waiting for this day."