Chapter 290 (1/2)

”You?” Shangguan Guagua shook his head and said, ”I really envy your simplicity.”

At this time, Zhenzi with short hair opened the door and Duan Xin pointed his hand and said, ”dead girl, come here and call the top level of the ghost gate immediately. What master, martial uncle, martial uncle and martial mother, call them all. I want them to witness the wedding.”

”Stop fooling around,” said Shangguan Guagua, frowning and asking, ”what's the matter?”

Short haired Zhenzi was stunned and replied, ”the soldiers of the state of Xi are patrolling the mountains.”

Duan Xindao: ”concealment!”

This concealment lasted for seven days. Duan Xin stayed by her bed all day. Shangguan Guagua vowed that she had never met such a chattering person. Fortunately, in the last time of her life, she finally hid her impatience, felt a joy, and tried to believe that Duan Xin could cure herself, However, when she heard that what he wanted was not a cold and terrible operating table, but a red candle soft bed, she smiled and became melancholy again.

Now the body has improved. Maybe it's time to leave.

But when the idea came up, short haired Zhenzi brought another bad news: Master Qiyue was captured by the soldiers of the state of Xi when collecting medicine, all the way south.

Shangguan Guagua could no longer lie down, and Duan Xin volunteered to accompany him.

Hess also wanted to go with him. Qiyue was too important to him, but little Lori ridiculed: ”Why are you going, pretending to be miserable and make others sympathize?”

A word choked Hess to death. He had to take people to the independent army station and make an appointment with Duan Xin.

A day without words, Duan Xin and others set off.

Border town.

Shop.

There were cries and portraits in the broken shop.

It was Ashe who cried and the landlady who died.

The town had already been raided by the soldiers, and there was not even a box of cigarettes worth two dollars, but they were not satisfied and turned the town into a execution ground.

But there were disobedients, young and old, who were taken to the center of the cross street to behead and then abandoned their bodies on the street.

His slogan is: ”build a corpse city here with corpses.”

It is said that a foreign war reporter passed by when he went to the northern battlefield. When he saw the soldiers slaughtering civilians, he recorded it and planned to expose it. But even people and cars were blown over. The war reporters were struggling in a pool of blood, so they took pictures of stabbing corpses with cameras.

On this day, they killed a little boy.

Cut your throat.

The landlady hiding in the basement of the shop looked at all this with tears in her eyes. At night, she could no longer bear the psychological torture. She secretly climbed out to collect the body, but was caught by the patrolling soldiers.

She also had her throat cut.

When Ashe woke up, the hostess's blood had dried up.

Although she was devastated, what could she do as a weak woman? The only thing we can do is to look at the portrait and pray that the landlady will not be born in this desperate place in her next life.

The cry was not loud, but it was still noticed by passing soldiers.

The whole town was taken down, and there were still fish in the net?