Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 527

early morning.

The boy was shirtless and held a long sword in his hand. Under the morning light, he played a set of swords beautifully.

The sword light flickered, and the people around cheered loudly.

The young man seemed to be crazy, the more people applauded, the more excited he was.

Later, I even went to the prison camp in the camp to find a prisoner and use it to practice swords.

The young man carved flowers with a sword on the prisoner's body.

One tick at a time, one after another bloodstains bloom like flowers blooming.

"it is good!"

"Major General Changhe is invincible!"

"God of War, God of War!"

Emperor Jing woke up to the shouts of these teenagers.

He's a little tired.

Although the army went south, although they bypassed the wilderness, the rest of the road was traveled by him and Ah Bo before.

A little familiar, things are different.

And those familiar places, because he is not familiar with them at all.

The war went a little unexpectedly smoothly, much faster than he expected.

So in front of Liuercheng, Emperor Jing stationed down.

Hearing the shout, he got out of the tent.

I saw the enthusiastic faces of the teenagers.

War is one of the most frenzied things.

Facing life and death at any time.

Deadwood Changju also got up, his tent was the closest to Emperor Jing's tent, and when he saw Emperor Jing approaching, he had a smile on his face.

Witherwood Nagaju's smile was a bit scary, as if he had malicious intentions.

But Emperor Jing knew that he was like this, and he was gentler when he was not smiling.

Emperor Jing saw the young man in the crowd with a proud face, but he was much better-looking than Kumu Changju, and he had the feeling of a handsome young man in Jing country.

But the method is cruel and bloodthirsty.

The prisoner was like a blood gourd, with blood all over his body.

The smile on Deadwood Changhe's face was even wider, and he looked a little handsome.

Kumu Changhe is the opposite of his father Kumu Changju. When Kumu Changju smiles, he looks even scarier, but when Kumu Changhe smiles, he is very sunny and even a little innocent. After all, he is still a teenager.

"You like the youngest." Emperor Jing asked.

Deadwood Nagaju nodded.

"Changhe resembles me the most."

As the sword flower of the dead wood and Changhe became more and more beautiful, it was about to carve the captive's eyes.

The prisoner suddenly ran desperately, but how could the speed of the wounded prisoner compare to the sword of the dead wood and the long river.

The shouts around were even more fanatical.

Jing people like hunting scenes very much, but usually they hunt and tease wild animals, but today they hunt people.

Jinghuang and Deadwood Changju both watched.

The field became more lively.

More and more people in the camp looked over.

Suddenly, the frenzied shouting stopped abruptly.

The running blood captive was actually killed with a sword.

The murderer was Ku Muchun.

This is Kumuchun's first murder.

Although he fought with the army, he was not liked by his father, he only existed as a support.

Along the way, he didn't raise a knife to kill people once, but he was just doing the aftermath.

He burned a few soldiers of Jing State and most of Shen State people.

But at this moment, the sword in his hand stabbed firmly into the captive's chest, passing through his heart.

Ku Muchun's hands didn't shake, he held the sword tightly, and stood in front of the captive.

He dared not look at the expression in the prisoner's eyes.

He just wants to do it.

Killing a captive is no better than torturing a captive.

He did it anyway.

This is his first murder.

He was a little out of place in the Jing army, he seemed too weak and too scholarly.

Witherwood Changhe was a little surprised when he saw that the captive he was playing with was killed by his brother, and then he became depressed.

I feel that my brother is too disappointing, and I am having fun playing.

Withering the discomfort, Ku Muchun drew out the sword, and the friction between the sword and the flesh made a strange sound.

He suppressed the feeling of wanting to vomit, and said with a serious face, "Let's go."

A group of people dispersed without excitement.

They can't really watch the excitement all day, although they really love to watch the excitement.

Withered wood Changhe put away his sword, walked up to his elder brother, and used his sword to push the prisoner away, seeing that he was really dead.

He scolded: "Fuck, brother, you are so boring."

Withering Muchun said with a straight face: "Don't use captives to practice swords, I'm in charge of logistics, captives are under my jurisdiction."

Kumu Changhe didn't expect his brother to be on the line, he was just playing as a prisoner of Shen Kingdom, these people would die sooner or later, if he was the main general, he would kill them all from the beginning to save trouble, if he kept them, he would also use them to block arrows.

"A prisoner is not worthy of being a human being, so what if I play a few games." Withered Wood Changhe said disdainfully, and he was also a little angry.

Ku Muchun shook his head and said: "It is impossible for a person to win all his life, and we may become captives of others. On that day, what should you do?"

Withered Wood Changhe shook his head firmly and said, "You either win or you die. I will never become someone else's prisoner."

Standing on top, Emperor Jing saw the dispersed crowd, and said to Kumu Changju: "I like your eldest son, Kumuchun, he is the most like you."

Withered Wood Changju was stunned for a moment, and saw that Emperor Jing had already turned and left.

He looked down at his two sons.

The youngest son said something excitedly.

The eldest son mentioned the prisoner and walked away.

The figure was covered by the prisoner, covered in blood.

He didn't care that the captive's blood stained his clothes.

But the youngest son jumped away cleanly, without touching the blood.

He was silent.

Perhaps Emperor Jing was right, the eldest son was more like him, and he would never be afraid of blood, nor would he play tricks on a prisoner for the sake of showing off, because he was a slave before, so he was cautious everywhere.

He likes the publicity of his younger son, the proud look on his face, and his unscrupulousness.

It is only right and proper for Lao Tzu to love Xiao Yao.

Kumuchun dragged the prisoner away.

The weather was a bit hot, but the Shen country in his memory was not so hot.

The Shen Guo in his memory had to bow when he spoke, and smiled before speaking. The old man who bought vegetables loved to drop a line of poetry: "The blue waves are as tender as jade, and the spinach is five copper coins a catty..."

He has a deep memory. When he first came to Shen Guo, he thought the old man selling vegetables was a literary hero, and his admiration for Shen Guo was like a torrential river.

The little girl on the side of the road sells flowers and can sing: "My fair lady and gentleman are so sweet, let's buy a flower!"

While thinking, he quickly lit a fire. There was kerosene on the torch, and the captive was also doused with oil.

Fire is burning.

In the past few days, he has been used to doing these things.

The knowledge he learned, body and skin, received from his parents, without any disrespect.

But he also learned the knowledge that if too many corpses are placed in one place, it will cause a plague.

It's just that the corpses he learned at that time referred to beasts, but what he saw now were people.

He dealt with the captive he killed with his own hands very coldly.

The conditions in the captive camp were not good, even the tents were tattered, and the captives inside could see Kumuchun burning their companions to death.

They cursed loudly.

Chattering and cursing.

Some hid in the corner trembling in horror.

Jing people are evil spirits in their eyes.

Ku Muchun looked at the flames, the flames burning from the corpse seemed to be a little different from other flames.

The fire is always not so strong, and it does not go out for a long time.

He glanced at it and continued to work.

Looking up inadvertently, the sky is very blue.

In front of Liu'er City, there was the sound of silk and bamboo.

"Lang who left home, cruel Lang, Lang, you still haven't come home, Lang..."

(End of this chapter)