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Volume 2 Laiyan Rebellion Chapter 999 Send you back to your hometown

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    Snowflakes often evoke romantic associations.

    This is not the meaning attached to the snowflake itself. In fact, it is just an advanced version of rainwater, which will reveal its true appearance after melting.  This includes Hail, the difference is just that the evolved version is more advanced.  So, who would think Hail is romantic?  Presumably, except for a few masochists, no one would think that this painful thing has any romantic meaning.

    It just so happens that snowflakes have a strong romantic value in the various imaginary scenes attached and imposed by human beings.  Well, this cannot be regarded as an illusion. After all, it is quite touching and eye-catching to watch the white feather-like objects dancing in the air, then slowly drifting like catkins, and finally dyeing the world pure and flawless

    Of course, this is best viewed through glass!

    "Ah! What the hell kind of weather is this? Huh I'm going to freeze you to death" At night, on the street corner of the capital, under the sign of a shop.  Bernie, who was called patrol but was actually no different from wandering on the streets and homeless, shivered and sneezed, rolled his nose, looked at the snowy sky outside the sign with a bitter look on his face, smacked his lips and complained, "Old Bao, what do you mean about us two?"  Why do people come to this capital when they leave the north? Anyway, I have long since given up hope of promotion and wealth. At that time, I ran away and randomly found a small town in the north and couldn't live a good life. Why did I have to get on a boat and suffer here? Oh, what the hell?  ¡ª¡ª¡±

    "Look, patrols, patrols, patrols day and night, there's not even a ghost on the street, and I can't sleep well. Oh Damn it, am I not sick? Talk to you.  Lao Bao"

    "What do you want to say? You asked so many questions in one go. I have to think about which question I should answer you first, Bernie." Powers pinched his eyebrows.  Then he rubbed his big red nose downwards.  He also looked helpless and annoyed.  "When I wanted to board the ship and retreat to the south, I discussed it with you. Didn't you analyze that the Gray Army was unreliable, that we had offended them before, and that staying in the north would definitely be bad, so you agreed to go back to the south?  So what¡¯s the point of talking about this now?¡±

    After a pause, "As for the reason why there are no ghosts on the street, that's because a grand celebration is being held at the Royal Grand Theater in the city. At the celebration before the eldest prince's coronation, all the nobles in the capital went there. They were afraid.  Ghost, so there¡¯s a curfew tonight Well, also, go find a bowl of hot soup to drink from, otherwise you¡¯ll really get sick.¡±

    The words fell with a bang.  Powers frowned and watched as Bernie reached out and took out the wine bottle from the backpack on the side of the horse beside him, pulled out the cork, raised his head and took a big gulp.

    "I'm talking about hot soup!"

    "I know. But" Raising the wine bottle, Bernie nonchalantly raised his hand to wipe the remaining wine stains from the corners of his mouth.  ¡°Is there any better hot soup than spicy wine?¡±

    "Well, you are asking for it. You can't blame me." Powers shrugged silently, shook off the snowflakes from his body, and then waved away the small team of guard dragon riders huddled under the signboard behind him, "Let's go, let's go,  Everyone, get out and continue patrolling."

    "No, captain, let's take a break. It's really going to freeze to death if we go out now."

    "Yeah, at least wait until the snow is a little lighter."

    "Anyway, there are no people on the street. It doesn't make any difference whether you patrol or not patrol"

    "Shut up, you little bastards, what do you know! If you continue to stay here, you will really freeze to death! Hurry up, drink some wine, go out and move around, it will warm you up"

    Amid the sound of mourning, Bowes finally drove the knights back to the street into the heavy snow with kicks. Then before everyone could mount their horses in sorrow, Bernie suddenly frowned and raised his palms, "Silence ah  cut!"

    The sound of sneezing fell, and the gentle sound of horse hooves could be heard in the silent street.  Everyone subconsciously turned to look at the intersection in the distance. They leaned slightly and saw a luxury carriage driving out of the wind and snow. It passed through the intersection and turned into the spacious alley beside the road.

    "It's a noble." Although the carriage just disappeared from the street in a flash, it was enough for everyone here to see clearly the luxurious exterior of the carriage.  There is no doubt that carriages of this size can only come from noble families.  Even someone with a keen eye like Powers could clearly see the family logo engraved on the outer wall of the carriage and scratched his head, "It's that O-O Morai Damn it, there are so many nobles in the capital!"

    "The Oglair family." Bernie added calmly.

    "It's the noble family that has become a disciple of the Sword God." Except for Powers and Bernie, the two captains and deputy captains who suddenly landed in the air, the other guard dragoons have been in the capital for many years, and some are even in the capital.  As a local, the source of information is naturally more detailed than the first two.

    "It's strange, isn't the Royal Theater over there? How can this carriage go back? Is the celebration over so soon?" Paused.After a pause, Powers looked at the dragoon member who had just answered, and asked casually, "Do you know the address of this O-Og family?"

    "Well, I only know that the general location is in the Noble District of Dongcheng. I don't know the specific address." This is also natural. No matter which town it is in, the area where the noble manor is located is extremely tightly guarded and no outsiders are allowed to enter or exit.  And with the level of these guard dragoons, they are naturally included in the scope of this miscellaneous people.

    "Dongcheng District?" Powers was startled when he heard the words. He looked at the entrance of the alleyway faintly to the southeast and frowned slightly.  Of course, this is not a doubt. After all, they are new arrivals and they are not sure whether this lane is a shortcut to the aristocratic district of Dongcheng

    "Okay, let's continue patrolling." Bernie waved his hand disapprovingly and got on the horse. "Who knows what these nobles are doing. Maybe they just found that the clothes they wore for the celebration collided with others. They were afraid of losing face, so they rushed now.  Go back and change"

    ???????????????????? Well, I have to say, judging from the fact that aristocrats¡¯ reputation is more important than their lives, Bernie¡¯s casual remarks are most likely to be true.  So Powis shrugged, stopped thinking about it, and led a group of police dragoons to continue patrolling along the street

    At the same time, inside the luxurious car that just flashed past.

    Bang, bang, bang

    "Madman, madman, this damn madman - why do you do this to me! Why do you all do this to me - ah -"

    ??????? Suppressed roars, gasping for breath.  At this moment, Wen Silin, who was slumped in the messy carriage, was like a dying beast trapped in a cage, howling and struggling to death.

    The shame and humiliation in front of the theater, the undisguised ridicule and contempt of everyone, and the passive retreat of the father of the family It has to be said that no matter how well prepared Wen Silin was before, he was still an easily excited young man after all.  That¡¯s all.  The scene that just happened in front of the theater undoubtedly crushed his young and fragile sensitive nerves to a great extent.

    Anger, unwillingness, resentment and whether you admit it or not, or whether you like it or not, there is a stubborn anger at your own actions that persists in your heart!

    That¡¯s right, no matter how much Wen Silin positively evaluates his actions, no matter how little he cares or even despises the ridicule of outsiders.  But there is one fact that can never be changed, that is, he did betray the master who brought him great glory!  It was true that the sneak attack killed his respectable senior brother who was very good to him!

    Therefore, even if Wen Silin can deal with the accusations and curses that he is not a human being from both inside and outside with a cold expression, he will naturally feel guilty and be in a weak position as soon as he meets Philip and people related to the Sword God lineage.

    He can¡¯t pass the test in his heart!

    This is the biggest source of shame and humiliation for him!

    Perhaps, only when Wooding dies of old age, when everyone gradually forgets this story, and when the Oglair family begins to enjoy the real benefits brought by joining the eldest prince's side, and then slowly faces Wen Silin's role and status, can he  It is possible to achieve some degree of relief.  Just like what Wen Silin's father sent the family guard to bring - don't care what others say, it will all pass!

    However, the question now is, can Wen Silin wait until that time

    "Xilulu" As several horses pulling the cart neighed at the same time from outside the car, the speed of the car obviously slowed down.  Wen Silin, who was sitting in the middle of the carriage holding his hair, subconsciously raised his head when he heard the sound.

    How long has it been? Has the carriage returned to the family door?

    ?Obviously not, because outside the car curtains, it was pitch black.

    Frowning, with a bang, Wen Silin raised his foot and kicked the front wall of the carriage where the coachman was, shouting angrily, "What are you doing?!"

    "Send the young master home"

    Wen Silin sighed vaguely and softly, but Wen Silin couldn't hear it very clearly. He frowned again, and raised his hand to open the curtain.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????.

    Outside the glass window, there is a dark, bare alleyway wall.

    ¡°¡­Get on the road, Master Wen Silin, it¡¯s time to send you back to your hometown¡­¡±

    Still sighing softly, the difference is that Wen Silin heard it very clearly this time and it sounded familiar.  His body stiffened instantly, his pupils shrank sharply, and the coldness that shot from his tailbone to his brain exploded in his body

    "Tang En¡ª¡ª"

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