If you don't give up, I'd like to be your adoptive father.

Chapter 71: The Death and Life of Hu Chen
"The Lord is back!"

Along with the cheers of the "five-foot-tall giants", a bright red line of fire appeared in the sight of the soldiers.

Xiao Yu stood on the saddle and looked to the south along the direction of the soldiers, and saw that Chi Yanju had arrived outside Hualong Pass.

It didn't stop and continued to run forward.

The wooden boards on the Feixiandu iron chain bridge were washed away by the flood, and the two main iron chains were pulled out by Song Zhong, but there were still four or five thin iron chains as thick as a cup mouth connecting the two banks.

Although there were no wooden boards on the iron chain and it was still swinging, the Red Smoke Horse still galloped on the thin iron chain as if it were flat ground. In the blink of an eye, it arrived at the other end of Feixiandu and in front of the Fire Crow Army.

"My Lord, are you injured?"

Marquis Lieyang was still holding the ten-foot-long Fang Tian Hua Ji, but his armor showed obvious signs of damage, and the round guard on his chest had a hideous tear.

The big red gorilla's cloak was tattered and his handsome and heroic face was pale and bloody.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious. Ahem!"

As soon as Marquis Lieyang opened his mouth, he began to cough slightly, and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth.

However, his breathing was very steady, and his movements were very agile when he jumped off the Red Smoke Horse.

Xiao Yu seemed to be thinking about something. The few survivors of the "Eight Immortals of the West" who escaped would definitely not be able to hurt Marquis Lieyang.

There is indeed someone behind the Eight Immortals.

The Eight Immortals of the West are just assassins in plain sight.

I'm afraid Marquis Lieyang has already realized this, so he said earlier that he would use the speed of the Red Smoke Horse to save energy.

Now that Lieyang Hou is back, the assassin
——Didn’t the Qin Dynasty reward beheadings for merit? Why didn’t they cut off the assassin’s head and bring it back?

Xiaoyu is very interested in the true trump card of the "Eight Immortals of the West".

The confidence to become a human immortal must be higher than the human immortal realm.

What kind of fairy is that?

"Cooperate with the soldiers at Hualong Pass across the river, lay the wooden planks as soon as possible, and spend the night on the other side."

After giving the order, Marquis Lieyang turned around as usual and prepared to go to his own tent.

But when I turned around and looked in the direction of Yunlai Inn, I saw a vast expanse of white. The flood had washed it clean.

Not to mention the camp tents, even the foundation of the Yunlai Inn was washed away. Now only uneven rocks are left, and there is not a pinch of soil on the ground.

"I will go to Hualong Pass first, and you, Cai Fengnian, you will make the arrangements."

The straight-line distance between Hualong Pass and Yunlai Inn is less than 300 steps, but Hualong Pass was hardly affected by the "Eight Immortals Shooting the Sun".

The raging flood could not cross the Hualong River.

Only when Song Zhong pulled the iron chain did part of the mountain in Hualong Pass collapse.

After Marquis Lieyang handed over the subsequent chores to Sima Cai, he jumped back onto the Red Smoke Horse.

But before he took two steps, he caught a glimpse of a conspicuous outsider in the army: Xiaoyu, wearing a skirt, stood on Song Changqing's shoulder, looking at him with her big eyes with clear black and white.

Well, Xiaoyu didn’t mean to be conspicuous, it was just that the giant Qin man was six feet tall, more than four meters tall. If she didn’t stand on Song Changqing’s shoulders, she couldn’t see the scene in front of her clearly!

Lieyang Hou paused, then jumped off the Red Smoke Horse, patted the horse's head with nostalgia, and said calmly: "Guan Yu, this is the Guan family's precious horse. Now that the battle is over, as promised, you can take it back."

He touched the flaming red mane of the Red Smoke Horse again, then turned around resolutely and strode towards the other side.

Xiaoyu almost blurted out: A BMW is suitable for a hero, Lord Chiyanju should keep it!
After all, Guan Huchen was not alone. Even after his death, there was still the Guan family.

If she really had the final say on what to do with the Red Smoke Horse, she shouldn't have given it to Marquis Lieyang, but kept it for herself.

"Song Changqing, come with me!"

Xiao Yu leaped up, somersaulted twice in the air, and landed steadily on the ground. He then passed the big Qin man with strange eyes in front of him and walked a few steps to the front of Chi Yanju.

"My foster father said that you are a divine horse and can understand human language, so I told him directly that he told me to come out and find you. He needs you. He may be dead now, but I will still lead you to see him."

She said a few words loudly from two steps away, then tried to get closer and reached out to touch Chiyanju's head.

Chiyanju turned his head away.

——Evil beast, how did Marquis Lieyang touch you just now? Why didn’t you hide?

Xiaoyu cursed the beast in his heart for being so rude and reached out to touch the reins hanging on one side.

This time, the Red Smoke Horse did not dodge, nor did it butt her head in anger - before, it not only kicked, butted, and bit her, but also breathed fire when it was angry.

Xiaoyu did not jump onto the back of the Red Smoke Horse to test its endurance limit.

She led Chiyanju straight towards the wine cellar in the backyard, with Song Changqing and Wei Wu following behind her.

Although she only called out Song Changqing, Wei Wu also followed her consciously.

In fact, there were not many people left in the entire Iron Cavalry Battalion, probably about fifty or sixty.

Before the Eight Immortals Shooting Day, the Iron Cavalry Battalion had more than two hundred knights, and the Xisha Garrison had more than five hundred. Now, the entire Fire Crow Army has only a little over three hundred. Minus nearly a hundred "Qin giants", there are less than two hundred and fifty elite soldiers left in the West.

The Iron Cavalry Battalion is already considered good.

Less than forty guards from the Xisha Islands survived, or only one in ten.

The soldiers from other Western countries shared the more than one hundred surviving positions.

One word, miserable!

"Fortunately, the door of the wine cellar is very solid and is still embedded in the cave. It was not washed away by the flood."

Xiao Yu turned around, looking relieved, "Don't just stand there, even though our foster father and Uncle Zhong are dead, their bodies must still be in the wine cellar. Quickly chisel open the door and get their bodies out."

Monk Miao is just above the hillside where the wine cellar is located.

The flood flowed forward, and the wine cellars at the back were less impacted than other places.

At this moment, only the nearby soil and the outer frame of the house were washed away.

The thick wooden door was tightly embedded in the stone wall and seemed to be sunken into it.

"Miss Yu, is that you?"

Xiaoyu had just finished shouting, Song Changqing and Wei Wu were still figuring out how to pry the door open when suddenly a weak call came from inside.

Xiao Yu took a few quick steps, opened his eyes wide towards the crack of the wine cellar door, and shouted in surprise: "Uncle Zhong, you are still alive? That's great. Where is my godfather? Is he okay?"

Then she turned back and urged, "Don't stand here in a daze, use your sabers to chop the door open." Chang Qing and Wei Wu did as they were told and chopped the wooden door open with a few strokes, and a stream of turbid water flowed out.

"Miss Yu, I'm here." Guan Zhong's voice sounded a little distant and muffled.

Miss Yu doesn't need to give any instructions this time.

Changqing and Wei Wu immediately walked forward, but after taking a few steps, Wei Wu stumbled over a corpse.

"Is this Wang Bao? Oh my god, there are also Li Qing and Li Shangfu. Why are they here and..."

At first he was still shouting, but later his voice became lower and lower, he became more and more hesitant, and his eyes flickered.

Song Changqing was stunned for only a moment, then he said in a muffled voice: "They were drowned."

They did not receive an invitation from Sima Cai, but they knew very well that Wang Bao, Li Qing and others had returned to the military camp safely just like them.

But before they returned to the team, Wang Bao and his companions were whispered to by a soldier from the Tianfeng Kingdom and taken to a nearby tent.

Wei Wu glanced at the headless corpse, nodded with a distorted expression, and said, "It would be abnormal if they didn't drown in such a big flood."

Guan Zhong shouted inappropriately: "I'm here, come and save me~~~"

Song Changqing and Wei Wu's expressions froze, they said nothing, and walked forward quickly.

Xiaoyu followed behind them, with his arms folded across his chest, sneering at their backs.

We walked all the way to the deepest part of the wine cellar before we found the wine jar where Guan Zhong was lying on a wooden shelf.

"Uncle Zhong, you are so clever that you can even think of hiding in a wine jar."

Xiaoyu looked back and saw that there were two stone steps from the wine cellar door to here, and both of them went up, not down.

So the interior of the wine cellar is higher than the entrance.

"I didn't drown, but I almost suffocated to death~~~"

Guan Zhong looked a bit plump, and his fat face turned purple from holding it in.

After being pulled out of the wine jar by Song Changqing like a radish, he opened his mouth and breathed deeply.

His clothes were soaked, but he did not drown.

Empty wine jars can float on the water, but the cave is blocked by flood water, the air is polluted, and oxygen is limited.

Fortunately, this assassination attempt did not turn into a protracted war. It seemed that Monk Miao was well prepared and could hold on for a long time.

After regaining some strength, Guan Zhong looked up and around, then pointed at another larger wine jar and shouted anxiously: "Quickly move that jar over here, the master's body is inside."

"Is my godfather really dead?" Xiaoyu squeezed hard and two crystal tears came out from the corners of her eyes.

It was not easy to squeeze out the tears, she did not let them slide down her cheeks easily, but let them hang in the corners of her eyes, about to fall, swaying, shining and very conspicuous.

Well, it’s not that she didn’t feel sorry for Hu Chen.

After all, from what she saw so far, this cheap godfather treated her quite well.

But she also understood that the relationship between the two was essentially one of mutual exploitation.

The affection is not enough to make us shed tears.

"But it doesn't matter. I have avenged my adoptive father."

Guan Zhong looked strange and asked, "Who are you looking for revenge on?"

The master breathed his last because he said, "The Emperor is dead, and Concubine Li's plan has completely failed."

The reason why the master was seriously injured and on the verge of death was because of Marquis Lieyang.

——Did you kill Marquis Lieyang?

As soon as this thought appeared, it was suppressed by Guan Zhong.

"Wasn't my foster father killed by the Flag Hunting Immortal Kong Zan?" Xiao Yu said.

"After the young lady left, the Flag Hunter and another immortal did come looking for her, but the master had already breathed his last by then."

Seeing that Song Changqing and Wei Wu had already lifted the wine jar down from the wooden rack, Guan Zhong immediately stopped talking and stepped forward to check it carefully.

Seeing that the Fire Rat robe wrapped around Hu Chen's corpse was not soaked by the dirty water, he exhaled a breath and his expression became much more relaxed.

"Miss Yu, you left to look for Chi Yanju. Have you found him now?"

"Uncle Zhong, I was just about to talk to you."

Xiao Yu glanced at Song Changqing and Wei Wu and said, "I have something to say to Uncle Zhong alone. Please wait outside the door, generals."

Guan Zhong had a strange look on his face; he wanted to say the same thing.

Song Changqing and Wei Wu didn't say anything. They clasped their fists and walked out in silence.

"Uncle Zhong, guess what I saw after I entered the military camp?"

"What did you see?" Guan Zhongxian asked casually, and then said nervously: "Miss Yu, I really want to know the process and results of the assassination of Marquis Lieyang by the Eight Immortals of the West, but I have something important to tell you now."

Xiao Yu said: "Is it about my adoptive father's funeral? Uncle Zhong, I was just about to talk to you about this.

When I entered the military camp, the first thing I saw was Marquis Lieyang riding on a red smoke horse."

"What, Marquis Lieyang has taken away the master's precious horse?!" Guan Zhong was shocked.

Xiao Yu sighed and said, "You are more knowledgeable than me, and you must know the significance of the Red Smoke Horse to military commanders, especially those with fire-attributed skills.

Marquis Lieyang was already riding on the Red Smoke Horse at that time.

I shouted in front of all the soldiers, "Come and find Chiyanju to send my foster father to find the miracle doctor." Perhaps because he couldn't save his face, Marquis Lieyang immediately stated that he would return the horse to the Guan family after the battle.

After all, coming from China, a country of etiquette, Marquis Lieyang has to pay attention to public opinion and reputation.

But I think we'd better be aware of the situation.

Taking the initiative to give the divine horse to Marquis Lieyang, perhaps it would bring some benefits to the Guan family, at least they would not be missed by others. "

"We can't give the Red Smoke Horse to Marquis Lieyang!" Guan Zhong said anxiously, "Because the master is not dead yet, and he still needs the Red Smoke Horse to save his life!"

Xiao Yu looked at the corpse in the wine jar in surprise, "Didn't you just say that my adoptive father was dead? Are you worried about Song Changqing and Wei Wu, and worried that they might do something bad? Uncle Zhong, you are too cautious."

"No, the master is indeed dead, but he can still be rescued. As long as the body is sent to Yingxiang Mansion in time, the ancestor will take action."

(End of this chapter)