Chapter 790 (2/2)

Just as he turned his head and glanced back at the tower, his beautiful face was stunned into a distorted look.

Cheng zhaobing and Shi Fuqiu, who were beside them, were also breathing sluggishly. The man who appeared on the city tower stood in the middle of the city tower.

His face is cold and solemn, and his body is straight and straight. He is like an iceberg that has stood for thousands of years. He is shining and cannot be looked at or shaken.

”Xiao mubai, why are you here?” Xiao Yanjun's voice was shocked with a trace of fatigue.

The Mexican King's army was not led by him, so why did he appear on the city tower of Changyuan pass?

In order to kill him, did even Yucheng abandon it?

”Naturally, wait and kill the traitor.” Xiao mubai's voice was cold, and with the warm sunset glow that shrouded him at this time, it was as cold as water waves, which made Xiao Yanjun cold from his heart to his skin.

Originally, the long journey was hot and dry. In a moment, it was cool.

”The rebel soldiers were hoodwinked and surrendered without killing.” Xiao mubai's eyes passed over Xiao Yanjun indifferently and looked at the dark Shi Jiajun and the troops of the seven city garrison behind him.

The setting sun came from behind him, and he stood still in the glow of clouds and brocades, high and down, like a king in the world.

The king's magnanimity shrouded over the rebels. Under the invisible pressure, a sudden word of kindness made the rebels cry with gratitude. The seven city garrison division took the lead in getting off the horse's robe and kneeling down with its own garrison to declare obedience.

”Disarm and surrender without killing.” The blue robed boy who led the Mexican King's army finally caught up with Shi Jiajun and repeated in the rear of his rebel army.

Xiao Yanjun looked for a voice and saw that the face was ordinary, but there were some familiar eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about where he had seen this face. The person Xiao mubai could entrust to King Mo's army must not be an ordinary person.

There was a sudden exclamation on the tower: ”master!”

Then there was a wake-up call, and the crowd shouted, ”Yi Dao!”

The man who led King Mo's army was Yi Rong in the early summer. He looked up at the tower of Changyuan pass and waved from a distance.

Although he didn't see clearly, only yanjianghong called his master.

Later, in the mixed voice, he could barely distinguish Shan Xiangpeng and Deng Qizhong.

Unexpectedly, Xiao mubai brought all three of them.

At the beginning of summer, his eyes were fixed on the man standing against the wind in the center of the city tower. Although he was too far away to recognize his expression, at the beginning of summer, he still felt that the whole world seemed to be at a standstill. Only they stood above and under the city tower and looked at each other.

At this time, Xiao Yanjun, who was in a desperate situation in the depths, looked up at the blue robed boy in the city tower, and finally remembered this face. Where had he seen it.

The wanted portrait produced by Su qianle during the joint trial in the third Hall of Dali temple!

Clothes knife! Early summer!

Xiao Yanjun suddenly laughed miserably. His eyes stared so big, but those eyes were dead gray, and there was no light flashing.

In his eyes, only soldiers came everywhere to surround and kill his soldiers of the state of Xiao.

The flame that kept beating in that eye went out.

The vitality that had supported him on his long journey disappeared.