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The silver moon hung high, barely illuminating this remote and broken laneway. Flash Dance Novel Network

In the only narrow slit that led to the outside, there was a few flickering glimmers from torches.

Outside the alleyway, that rude yelling screamed Thales awake suddenly.

Although walking under the ground made him a little dizzy, and the corners and trails that followed the instructions when he came to the ground were also a little complicated, but Thales knew very well: he had left the cover of Secret Branch and was exposed to Long Xiao The city was in sight.

He is in a dangerous situation, and the only hope for getting out of the city at this moment... is the connector Putila said.

Tyles concentrated his attention, and the crimes of the river of **** surged up in time, enhancing his hearing.

A dozen different breathing sounds appeared in his senses from two directions: one is crowded and the other is alone.

"You have been in Longxiao City for so many years," this was the cold voice before. When he spoke in the crowd, Thales faintly felt his impatience: "I should know how serious this matter is. You also know how serious we are, this is not a fight of will."

The rude voice sneered in disdain: "Humph!"

Thyls frowned slightly: Who are they? Where am I?

Where is the person I should meet?

Damn Putila, he clearly said he didn't want to be like Secret Science, but all that was left to me was still a mystery.

The confrontation at the partition wall seemed to continue: the rude voice reaction clearly made his opponents very unhappy.

The third voice sounded again, and it seemed that he was still trying to convince the rude man: "This is for our survival-from the closure of the city to the investigation to the arrest of people now, they have never interfered with the gang so rudely. Business with the underground...Listen, the Palace of Valor is a real game this time. I don’t think they even care about burning jade or stone."

Thyls's heart shuddered.

Starting at noon, Rumba was assassinated. He fled from the Palace of Valor. Until now, when night fell, a few hours passed. The prince could probably imagine what Long Xiaocheng looked like now.

"I don't think," the rude voice replied casually: "I'm having a good time."

"Boom!"

"Hey," it seems that someone knocked on a wooden board angrily: "You old..."

But with another muffled noise, he was about to get angry, as if he was abruptly stopped by his companion.

Tyles pushed his body closer to the rough broken wall in front of him, raised his ears, and tried to grasp all useful information.

"Really?"

It is the third person who is cautious. Compared with his cold companion, he seems to be more inclined to negotiate to solve the problem: "From the afternoon, the market in the sword district, we plan to sell all goods this month. Buckled; in Dragon Wing Square, the old black hand of Kang Mas was directly ransacked; even the nobles in the spear and axe areas were sent to prison in batches, even the subordinates of powerful vassals such as Kierke Gor We are implicated; as for us? As long as it is a person with a criminal record, the patrol will take it back and send it directly to the prison without asking..."

"And you, you think you are special. You think that with your old relationship with the'earth-shaking', the poor people's shield zone and hammer zone can stay out of the matter, and the patrol team and the Grand Duke's guard will always let you go. Horse?"

He paused.

The cold voice took over his words: "You are wrong."

"And one day, you will pay for it."

Thyls's heart moved, and he heard a few key words.

The prince looked around subconsciously: This remote laneway seems to be a few years old, the irregular masonry walls are badly damaged, as if they are about to fall when touched, the house on the left that it connects has obviously been left without people for a long time—this one Only half of the house left was more tragic than the abandoned house where Thales had been. It was as if someone was holding a huge hammer and smashed a third down from the roof. of.

But Thales immediately realized that the ground under his feet was also full of rubble and decayed broken wood, and there were even pits coming from nowhere.

It's like...

It's like a messy battlefield. 35xs

Is there such a place in Longxiao City?

Thinking of this, Thales shuddered immediately!

Under the moonlight, he turned his head in disbelief, and looked around through the narrow cracks in the laneway and a few holes in the broken wall: dilapidated house beams, collapsed brick walls, dirty paths, in his nose If there is a fishy smell...

Thyls froze.

He recognizes this place.

He still remembers the rough and uneven texture of the dirt road under his feet, the low and jumbled old houses, and the intricate roadways like a maze.

Only the bustling voices are missing.

Here is...

Tyles touched the broken wall and stared blankly at the house whose roof was broken.

This is the shield zone.

It is the shield area of Longxiao City.

Six years ago, under the frenzied fierce battle between two magicians without a bottom line, the shield area was destroyed once.

It was him running wildly with a slick head, it was him who crossed life and death with tears, it was the shield area where he followed the black sword to fight back.

It's here.

An inexplicable melancholy surged into Thales' heart.

For so many years.

He returned to this place after all.

However, Thales wondered: Why did Putila want to come to this place by himself?

"Hahahahahaha..."

The rude voice suddenly burst into laughter, drawing Thales' attention.

"'You will pay', hahahaha..."

The laughter was bold and wild, but Thales could hear the upset and sullenness inside.

In the senses enhanced by the crime of the prison river, Thales vaguely felt that, opposite the rude voice, the group of people's breathing became thicker and thicker.

It seems that the scene is getting ugly.

The laughter gradually stopped.

"You know," the rude voice paused for a few seconds before speaking in a low voice, even deeper than before:

"Six years ago, Ullad couldn't hang around in Longxiao City anymore, so he played tricks and turned the bazaar and the black market into a mess, plus the disappearance of the Far Easterner, bow zone His business is also blank, so for a while, all the scum that is overpowered wants to grab these bones..."

The rude man paused slightly, and a signal of danger was revealed in his voice: "And years of struggle have passed. Those of you who have stayed behind, actually think you are a human being, and even speak like a big man. It’s like..."

Ullad?

Six years ago...Rumba's man, the man with eight braids?

Thyls frowned, and he retracted subconsciously, hiding himself completely in the darkness behind the wall.

"Enough."

The cold voice spoke again, as if he was the leader of this group.

"We don't know the grievances between you and Ullard in the past, lame," his words still didn't have the slightest warmth: "We don't want to mix up, but everyone is asking for life in Longxiao City..."

"Ha!" The rude voice suddenly rose, interrupting him.

"Ask for life?"

Although this guy is only alone, he seems to be particularly kind. Facing so many people, he is not only happy and not afraid, but his tone is even more arrogant:

"For several years, there are examples of Ullard. Regardless of water, land or black roads, the more strict patrol team has copied your goods more than a dozen times, and the money lost is enough to buy a dragon city. Yes, but you are still persevering, as if you are losing money...Hey, you occupy the market place, are you really just to make a living?"

Faced with the questioning in a rude voice, the group did not speak, but Thales could feel that their breathing rate became tighter and more frequent. Flash Dance Novel Network

"Even so, you have never given up giving gifts and concessions to the nobles in the inner city in these years, as if money can't be spent...including the receptionist who was hanged because of fornicating with the black sand collar—— I know that his benefits are all delivered by you."

The rude voice coughed, spit out sputum, and continued to disdain: "Hey, neither for fame or profit, but also for the country and the people? Tell me, which one did this Gangs, just to'make a living'?"

The group facing him remained silent, but Thales had already heard some people clenching their fists.

"Look, I know your details very well," the rude voice snorted again, but it was inexplicably chilling: "I know who you are doing, and I know it is for self-preservation. , Don’t have a purpose and backing..."

"Hey."

"Ullard is gone, but his stench is still in this city, and it hasn't dissipated," Thales was impressed by the man's tough and rough voice, and he felt more and more that he seemed to see him when Past this person:

"If I report it to the Blade Guard, guess what the consequences will be?"

Longer silence than ever before, lingering between the two parties.

The White Blade Guard.

It's terrible.

Tyers, caught in this confrontation, only felt that the atmosphere became more and more unpleasant-he was looking around anxiously, but was disappointed to find that there were only two ways to leave this lane: or to go through the narrow gap. He got out and came in front of the two men and horses, or, from the other side, stepped on a piece of gravel and broken wood, and ran over the wall in a high-profile manner.

Neither is a good idea.

After a long time, the cold voice in the other crowd slowly sighed.

"There have been no blade guards long ago, Greve," he said lightly, but with malicious intent: "From the day disaster strikes and the dragon reappears..."

"The first king has died, and the times have changed. Whether Exeter or Longxiao City are different from the past."

The words that sounded in the dark made Thales startled slightly.

He probably figured out the identities of both parties.

Their status may not be very high, but they should not be ignored in Longxiao City. They affect the lives of many people. They are closely connected with the official middle-level patrol team and are closely related.

For such people, Thales has a long-lost familiarity.

Sure enough, the next second, the rude man called Grivo spoke coldly:

"So you found a new master?"

He snorted, with a deep disdain: "Why, the following words of Chaman Rumba are so delicious, you even have to line up to take a breath when you pass by? "

"Damn..." One of them seemed unable to help his temper and took a step forward, but he was stopped immediately.

"Quiet!" This time it was the third voice. He seemed to be the most powerful person besides the cold voice.

His words were obviously more cautious, and he only listened to him in a negotiating tone: "I know, Boss Greve, we usually don't interfere with each other and we have a tacit understanding with each other, but this time..."

But Greve didn’t seem to buy it at all, his rough voice interrupted the other party:

"Fuck off then."

Grivor’s rude voice is both ugly and harsh: "I don’t care how important the prince is. I don’t care who the murderer was assassinated. I don’t care what **** is playing in the Palace of Valor, I don’t care about you. The group of black-skinned dogs are licking their eggs again. I don’t care about whose bones you have collected before you mix them in. I don’t care if you want to rebel against the flag or want to be promoted. I care about one and only one thing: You This group of bitches—"

Tyles clenched his lower lip: Sure enough, his disappearance drove a series of chaos in Longxiao City, and even affected these...

Just listen to Greve banging his fist sharply and growling:

"——Away from-me-of-ground-disk-far-point!"

This sentence immediately caused the people on the opposite side to fry the pan.

"This old handicapped..." There was a sound of a knife sticking into the wood.

"We should show him some color..." A few malicious sneers.

"You want me to say--" a person said uncomfortably.

But the words of these people stopped abruptly.

Seems to be stopped by his leader.

Just when Thales took a sigh of relief, thinking that a conflict was over...

"Grive, Grive, Grive, the famous Grive."

It's the leader, that cold voice.

"Griveau, who is rumored to be able to compete with the'five generals'," his voice faintly came from outside the lane where the fire was shining, "in the disaster six years ago, you lost a pair of legs. ."

"I can't stand up anymore."

Six years ago, lost a pair of legs?

Six years ago.

Thyls caught the word.

Grivor was silent for a few seconds.

"Ha, you said my legs were lame decades ago," the man with a rude tone did not show any weakness, his laughter was still relaxed and easy: "Six years ago, I thought they were an eyesore, so I saw it smoothly."

"Do you have an opinion?"

The breeze blew across the narrow cracks in the roadway, making a low whistling sound.

Just listen to the cold man continuing: "Not only that, you also lost an eye."

"Half of my vision is lost."

"Eyes?" Griveaux's voice suddenly increased:

"Hey, I think it's in the eye sockets, it's too big for my head, so I just picked it up."

There was a few muffled noises, as if he had flicked his forehead.

The cold voice laughed.

"Also, there are only three fingers left on your left hand."

"There is nothing you can do whether it is to squeeze a fist or hold a weapon."

Grivor said indifferently: "Hey, you haven't picked your nostrils? Don't you think this is more convenient?"

Hearing these words, Thales frowned deeply.

The lonely figure outside the wall...

What kind of man is it?

The ruthless people ignored Grivor, but continued: "More than that, in that disaster, your people suffered heavy casualties-count, you buried yourself in the shield six years ago How many brothers?"

This time, Grivor was silent for a long time.

Long time.

It seemed to be silent.

Another gust of wind blew, and the flames outside the tunnel shivered slightly.

The man named Grivo took a heavy breath, then exhaled slowly.

"My brothers are all beaten with iron." He was slightly low in the air, but he still refused to show weakness.

Grivor's voice trembled a little: "Cut, really want to fight, one to ten, it's a commonplace meal."

The only response to him was silence.

Tyles listened quietly, sketching the image of this man in his mind: he lost his legs, lost a glance, and his left hand was crippled.

Rude, impolite and educated, and full of wickedness.

However, he is also bold, stubborn and hard-mouthed at the same time.

After a while, the cold voice began to laugh eagerly: "Hmm, hum..."

"Don't make me laugh, Greve, look at your crippled look now--not to mention holding a soul-killing gun, you can't even stand up, and you have to walk in a wheelchair..." /

In response, Griveaux took a sip of disdain.

"Look around again, look at this place ploughed by disasters and giant beasts: poverty, ruin, decay, pitiful, contemptible, the shield zone where you live and are proud of it."

The cold man tweeted: "Look at this tragic situation. Not only has your shield area never recovered, it's also getting worse-I heard that you don't even have enough staff to watch the Liuying brothel? Don't say it. You have to take care of the brothers’ orphans and family members. Maybe you should call your wives and daughters to help. You know, you can make some extra money when you watch the show?"

There were bursts of laughter from the crowd.

This time, Thales did not hear Greve's rebuttal.

"Think carefully."

"It's not your time anymore, old lame man," the cold man said threateningly:

"If you insist on refusing to see the reality, if you continue to persecute, you can only kill yourself, and it will hurt your body."

The sound of footsteps sounded, and it seemed that the cold man was pacing forward slowly.

Thyls heard that Griveaux's breathing became louder and thicker.

"We didn't go to war with you, but it wasn't because we were afraid of you--but you seem to look down on us? Why, thinking that you are still a prestigious extreme epee infantry, thinking that you are still the respected Grivor boss, Or the light of common people who echoed in and out of Longxiao City, or the hero who guards Longxiao City with the Soul Slaughter Gun?"

"Actually..."

The man’s voice is very flat, it seems that there is no emotional ups and downs at all, but it is particularly chilling: "Since six years ago, you have been nothing. Under your incomplete body, you are breathing, but a Waiting for death in a wheelchair."

This time, Grivo's panting became louder and louder, and he even let out a low hum.

But his rude voice didn't come again.

It seems that Greve has given up on the counterattack.

The cold voice caught the opponent’s pain point, and he slowly laughed: "For example, now, if we are a dozen steps away and use a crossbow to shoot you who can’t stand up...what can you do? What to do?"

"If we really do it, if we really want to do it to you, to the shield area, to the hammer area, to your group of poor brothers, to their wives, children, and employers’ livelihoods , Let them live a hundred times worse than now..."

The other party's words are getting slower and slower, making people more and more chilling.

"Do you think you can't even walk the road, you can't hold the knife securely, you can't see the road clearly, and you can only live in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. What can you do?"

Griveau remained silent.

It seemed to be truly silent.

"See the situation clearly and choose wisely," the man sneered and stopped: "Since you know the people behind us, you should know: We are very powerful, we can do it, and we are disabled. But you can’t stop, powerless to stop, powerless to stop."

"So I will give you another chance now, Greve, reconsider your answer..."

However, when the man's words were not finished yet, Thales felt a sudden shock!

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