After the immortal disappeared

The reporter said angrily: "If you don't believe me, forget it. I'll take my mother away first."

"I still think that Guo won't be able to run rampant for long." The shopkeeper muttered, "Oh, where does this guy come from? Where did such a madman and such a force come from? I've never heard of them before!"

The guest interrupted, "Guo Baiyu is a capable subordinate of Yao State's general Shan Zezhong. He has fought against the Luodian people and several small tribes in the north. I heard he is quite powerful. Shan Zezhong was defeated and killed, so he fled Yao State with his remaining troops. He probably came here to find a place to stay and threaten his troops to protect him."

Guo Baiyu couldn't defeat other warlords in the country, so he came to the Shining Gold Plain to occupy a piece of land.

"Remnants?" The reporter shook his head. "I heard that his army is strong and numerous. They don't seem to be remnants."

The diner retorted, "Have you ever seen the real elite in the army?"

Of course not. The informant looked him up and down: "Who are you? Have you seen him before?"

"I have seen it. I am from Yao country."

This diner was Fan Shuang.

The messenger laughed and said, "The Yao Kingdom has already perished. How can there be any 'Yao Kingdom' now?"

Fan Shuang pursed her lips tightly.

Yes, the demise of the Yao Kingdom happened overnight, and the Yao people still cannot accept this fact.

A year ago, Yao Kingdom was clearly the richest, most stable, and happiest country on the Golden Plains;

A year ago, did he ever imagine that his life would be turned upside down?

Those who were once the best in the world suddenly became the subjects of a fallen country.

The shopkeeper interrupted: "The real elite is the Black Armor Army, not the Yao Army. I saw the Black Armor Army passing through Mian City with my own eyes. Their momentum, wow, so powerful!"

Fan Shuang immediately said, "The leader of the Black Armor Army is Emperor Jiuyou. I have been with him for several months."

They both laughed: "Go ahead and blow it."

What they are talking about is the reincarnated Dragon God!

What merits did this kid accumulate to be able to stay with the Dragon God?

"Really." Fan Shuang had a silver wooden sign of Yangshan in her arms. It was made of a wood board with silver paint and the word "Fan" was written on it. The owner of this sign was a guest who was highly respected by the Yangshan Chamber of Commerce.

Of course, Fan Shuang has traveled all over the country and would not be stupid enough to show the token on the spot.

The informant poured cold water on him: "What about the Nine Nether Emperor and the black-armored soldiers? Where are they when we need them to save us the most?"

An impatient voice suddenly sounded from behind: "You've been craning your head to wait for someone to rescue you all day. Did you lose an arm or a leg? Can't hold a weapon or can't walk? You don't defend your own hometown, but you want to run away at the slightest sign of trouble, and blame the Black Armor Army for not coming to rescue you. Hey, do the Dragon God and the Black Armor Army owe you?"

When Fan Shuang turned around, the diners at another table happened to meet his eyes.

This man was skinny, with droopy mouth and eyes, looking a little gloomy. He had ordered a bowl of plain noodles earlier, and during the conversation between the three people, he had been eating without distraction, and it turned out that he had been listening the whole time.

When he raised his eyes, Fan Shuang felt that his gaze was like that of a vicious wolf, as if it would pounce on her and tear her into pieces at any time.

Fan Shuang swallowed subconsciously.

The reporter was also scared by this man's look and tried to argue: "With the few people in Miancheng, who can we defeat? If Guo Baiyu really comes, who can resist him?"

Fan Shuang retorted: "We have to fight even if we don't want to. Are we just going to let him rob us for no reason?"

The reporter rolled his eyes and said, "That's easy to say! Yao country is at war every day, why didn't you stay? How did you know to run away?"

"Wait a minute, Yundong's Luofengtan has also been seized by Guo Baiyu. Will the owner of Yundong City agree to this? Since Yundong is rich, their military strength should not be bad."

The reporter rolled his eyes and said, "That's unclear. How about you go and ask him to send troops?"

The shopkeeper was choked by him and changed the subject immediately: "Speaking of Yao State, I heard that a general named Chen died?"

Fan Shuang nodded: "General Chen Chuihua was defeated and killed at Yansongpo."

"Who is the boss in Yaodi now?"

"Bai Tan." Fan Shuang was a little sad when she mentioned this name, and she gritted her teeth. "He killed the king and all the royal family. Once General Chen dies, the entire Yao Kingdom will be his."

Why do traitors have a good ending? Heaven is unfair!

"From your looks, you must have just escaped from Yaodi not long ago, right?" The informant asked curiously, "Why are you running away? Isn't Bai Tan good to you?"

"His nickname is 'Slaughter Half the City'. Do you think he is good to us?" Fan Shuang said this with a cold face, and turned to ask the shopkeeper, "Are the dishes I ordered ready?"

The shopkeeper entered the back kitchen and in a blink of an eye brought out a tray with four dishes and a soup on it, and asked the waiter to bring it over.

Fan Shuang followed him upstairs, but after walking up two steps, she suddenly felt something and turned around to see -

The man who was eating noodles was also looking at him, his eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

Being stared at with such an eye that looked at someone as if he was preying on her, Fan Shuang shuddered inwardly and quickly went upstairs to her room.

Taking a final look, he noticed that the man was missing a thumb on his left hand.

The Fan couple had just woken up and were a little tired. Fan Shuang's mother, Mrs. Wang, had just finished washing up and was eating the food brought by the waiter.

Honestly speaking, what good dishes can be prepared in this small shop? They are much worse than those cooked at home. The fish was half burnt and the vegetable oil used had a smell of pig swill.

You can often find husks in rice.

In the past, Mrs. Wang would not only not eat, but would also call the cook to scold him. The Fan family was not well-off in Tianshui City, but they were officials of some degree or another, and they could send Fan Shuang to Lingxu City for study. Their minimum requirement for food was that it should be well-decorated and freshly made.

During these months of hiding and fleeing, Mrs. Wang had grown many white hairs on her temples and more wrinkles around her eyes. Fan Shuang felt sad when she saw this, and she swallowed the words silently.

No matter how shocking the news is, let mother finish her meal first.

Father Fan also took a few bites and asked, "Why don't you move your chopsticks?"

Over the past month, the wrinkles around his eyes seemed to have deepened.

Fan Shuang could only say: "I'm not hungry."

Mrs. Wang asked as she ate, "How far is it to Huancheng?"

Fan Shuang was very upset: "It's about forty miles away."

"After dinner, I'll go with you to the street to buy new clothes. The one you're wearing is old and smells of dust, and the others seem to be stained with blood." Mrs. Wang said disdainfully, "Although we're here to seek refuge with Lu Shuheng, we can't let him look down on you."