: Getting someone

As soon as Huang Shenghao said this, everyone changed their faces. It can be said that he just said this, and the whole thing felt like it was turning around. Of course, those people were like a group of dying ducks, making noises constantly. After all, they were either saying that the golden-haired rat was crazy or that they had harmed Tan Zong. In short, these people had nothing to say.

Lin Duyou, the famous King of Lin Yan in Wuxi County, naturally lost his good face. At this time, his emotions were already full of anger, but he had accumulated to the point of an explosion. The fierce light in his eyes was no longer covered. He just looked like he wanted to eat people and stared at Huang Shenghao hard.

Tan Zong looked amused and crying.

Although he thought about helping to understand this matter well so that the people of Wuxi County would not be angry and create a big scene that could not be dealt with. He also thought that Huang *yao, who was filial, was indeed extraordinary and very likable. But Tan Zong was just imagining. He was still wondering if there were too many women around him, how could he provoke women again?

But he was not as good as God's plan. He couldn't even hide here. Who would have thought that he could not bear it just because Huang Shenghao pushed his girl over there.

"What's this?" Tan Zong sighed in his heart, just about to talk to Huang Sheng before he could, so at least he had to push this marriage - he could take care of people, just a woman, relying on his name as a sixth-rank guerrilla in the Supervisory Office, no one dared to make an idea - but taking care of them does not mean getting married and taking concubines!

But before Tan Zong could speak, Huang Shenghao's hand holding Yin Zi suddenly loosened, and more than ten silver naked boys fell all over the floor. The smile on Huang Shenghao's face was only halfway: "Sister... brother-in-law, I... I will tell you!" When he said the last word, Huang Shenghao finally completed the smile on his face and fell down straight.

Watching Huang Sheng close his eyes in front of him and die with a smile, Tan Zong didn't know what was going on in his heart, but suddenly became heavy. An inexplicable emotion instantly swept through Tan Zong's heart, causing him to squat down unconsciously: At this time, all of Tan Zong's rationality seemed to have been cleared out of his mind, and only Huang Shenghao's last explanation was left in his mind.

"Brother Huang," Tan Zong helped Huang Sheng to sort out his clothes. The ointment on his elbows had broken into powder at some point. Therefore, he was relatively easy to act at this time, but he was still a little sore and swollen. He was talking softly, as if he was chatting with Huang Sheng. This mysterious atmosphere made Xie Yan frown.

Xie Yan never expected that he was a hero who was like a hero yesterday afternoon. He saw hundreds of people fighting in front of him, and more than two or three hundred people died, but he didn't react at all. Who would have thought that at this moment, he was just a poor-minded green skin and died, so why did his adult be like he lost his soul?

"Even if this Qingpi found out about his conscience before his death, there is no need to look like this, right?" Xie Yan thought about this, but he had a calm expression on his face. He took a step forward slightly, and Xie Yan half-bowed in Tan Zong's ear and whispered: "Master, are you going to find a volunteer to collect him well?"

Tan Zong tidied up Huang Shenghao's clothes, and began to wipe the blood stains and other dirt from the corners of Huang Shenghao's face. He said in the gentlest tone: "Just let Master Zi find someone to do it."

"Master Zi?" Xie Yan couldn't help but a little bit of surprise flashed across his face. Yan Jin and Zi Shi were secretly responsible for protecting Tan Zong. If you go to help Tan Zong do such a thing now, wouldn't it be self-destructing your identity? This is inconsistent with the original plan.

"Well, let him do it." Tan Zong stood up calmly, and his voice gradually became louder. Just when Xie Yan was unsure of his mind, Tan Zong suddenly turned around with great momentum, and his eyes were staring at the King of Yan in front of him. However, Tan Zong's eyes seemed calm, but Lin Duyou seemed to be sitting on a small boat without sails and oars. There was a surging wave and undercurrents under the boat, and he had no sense of security.

Looking at King Lin Yan who was gradually in panic, Tan Zong sneered on his face - he knew it was too late at this time - and then he said coldly: "Where is the guard!"

Tan Zong's voice was not loud, but it was enough for people around 10 or 20 meters away to hear it. The people in the Dashun Dynasty were not low in intelligence. They had read the storytellers more or less, and they had also heard the storytellers performed by storytellers. Naturally, they knew how lethal this sentence "Where is the guard?" - those who can call the guard are definitely the high-ranking officials!

However, although the young man in front of him looks a little rich, where does he come from? No matter how the officials in the Dashun Dynasty liked him, no one could command the guards. At most, there were a few servants around him who were pretending to be powerful.

Just when these people were full of doubts, Wang Kunyun, who restrained all his expressions, came out of the crowd. At this time, there was no scholarly temperament on their faces, and that temperament was clearly the kind of guards mentioned in the words.

Yan Jin and Wang Kunyun walked to Tan Zong like dragon and tiger steps. When they walked past Lin Duyou, they did not even look at the King of Yan Lin: "I am here, I wonder what lord has to give?"

At this time, Tan Zong also forgot that the identity gap between them was not only temporarily transferred, but pointed his index finger at Lin Duyou and said, "Take him down immediately and follow me to see County Magistrate Lin. I want to see how he, the county magistrate of Wuxi County, dare to indulge his relatives in doing such things that both humans and gods are angry!"

When Lin Duyou heard Tan Zong shouting "Guard", he couldn't help but skip a beat and said it was not good. At this time, listening to Tan Zong's words, not only wanted to take him down on the spot, but also revealed that he would not take his own pride of his own tribe who was the county magistrate and took it seriously. He could not have any other thoughts. Only one thought was left in his mind - who would be the person who could take the guards on the street in front of him!

But Lin Duyou has been in Wuxi County for several years. He has never seen any storms. Although he was very worried, he was not so easy to be frightened. He directly radiated his body backwards and showed his flexibility and speed that was extremely incompatible with his figure: "Slow down! Who are you? You dare to take me in this Wuxi realm!"

At this time, Lin Duyou remembered Yan Yu, who represented his identity in his arms. At this time, life and official body were important, and Huang *yao was nothing. He immediately threw it forward and threw it directly to Tan Zong.

But Tan Zong jumped his eyes and thought about taking down the King of Yan Lin, so he just shouted again: "Take him down!"

Originally, Yan Jin and Wang Kunyun were hesitant to continue to act. At this time, after hearing Tan Zong shouted for the second time, he suddenly lost other thoughts. One of them shook his body and let the woman flying over, one jumped up and rushed towards King Lin Yan. The other was to unfold his feet and wipe his legs on the ground a few times. He had already rushed to Lin Duyou at some point!

Lin Duyou felt even more panicked when he saw Yan Jin and Wang Kunyun pounce on him, but his hands wearing hats kept stopping and his feet were retreating. He shouted while taking steps: "Who are you? You dare to attack the official officer! Could it be the spy left by the Shanyue Barbarians in the city!"

"Spy!" Tan Zong heard this, and sneered again. He was tired of playing with the behavior of giving people a hat like the King of Hell in later generations. When he was in Nanjing, he even dug a big hole and buried the other party in it. Therefore, in terms of the level of the hat, Tan Zong can be regarded as the ancestor of the King of Hell in Lin. How could he be so easily blocked by the King of Hell in Lin so much?

But at this time, Tan Zong didn't need to dig a pit and bury soil for people like in Nanjing, so he didn't bother to pay attention to King Lin roaring and screaming. He walked a few steps ahead and looked at Huang *yao who was caught by Xie Yan, and reached out to try his breath. Seeing that although Huang *yao was still not awake and his breath was a little weak, there was no other abnormality, he felt relieved.

Xie Yan hesitated for a while in his heart, and finally couldn't help but remind Tan Zong: "Sir, will you have too much evil with Lord Lin if you do this?"

After hearing Xie Yan's words, Tan Zong's face became dark unconsciously. Although it was very pleasing to take down the King of Yan Lin, the obvious result must be that the King of Yan Lin and Lin Qingyun would be due to the fact that Tan Zong's so-called concerns about the overall situation at the beginning.

"Mr. Lin, I'll talk about it." This was the first time Tan Zong felt that there was no one close to him around him. Although Xie Yan and others were very skilled in kung fu and were loyal, they were not caring people after all, and even half of their own people could only be considered as half of them. There was no way to talk in depth for a lot of things.

At this time, Tan Zong couldn't help but think of Su Jin who stayed in Nanjing. Although this woman was gentle and well-educated, she would never take the initiative to ask about Tan Zong's business. However, Tan Zong could vaguely guess from the performance of Qinghe and Lianxiang that this woman who chose herself as a support was definitely not too simple, at least she would not be so simple.

Dashunchao did not belittle women very much, and Tan Zong was a man from later generations and had very high respect for women, let alone those around him. Therefore, Tan Zong had to start thinking about a question: Perhaps it would be a very good idea to train himself, the person next to him, to be a woman Zhuge.
Chapter completed!