After a night of retreat, Yang Ling felt the magic of thousands of miles, full of strength. In the distance, through wisps of white fog, the yellow-tailed Truss bird could be clearly seen hovering above the treetops; After a gentle breeze, the whispers of two girls gathering wild vegetables on the opposite hillside could also be heard clearly.

"Gianna, I hear you are to be engaged to Agusu in a couple of days?" After cutting a handful of green wheat grass, a girl in a short blue cloth skirt asked her partner.

"Yes, the day after tomorrow I will be engaged to Agusu." The white and red Gianna looked up and smiled sweetly, reached out and struck her aching waist, and said excitedly: "Just two more months of work, Agusu can pay off the debt he borrowed for his mother's treatment, and with an advance of half a year's wages from the housekeeper, he can redeem the house he used to give away, and then we can officially get married!"

Looking at Jianna's sweet smile, the girl wearing a short coarse cloth skirt was envious and said sadly: "Alas, Jianna, I really envy your Agusu, who can work in the Yang family and get a lot of money every month." Not like me, who has no conscience, idle all day!"

Gianna put the broken hair that was blown by the autumn wind behind her head and said: "This is all due to the great kindness of Lord Yang, otherwise Agusu would have been killed in the forest." My mother said that Lord Yang is a great benefactor of our family, and on the day of our engagement, we must invite him to have several glasses of wedding wine!"

"Well, Lord Yang is really a good man. He is so capable, and so charming, that any girl would be happy to marry him!" Speaking of Yang Ling, the girl in the short skirt is invigorated.

'Yes, and what girl in town doesn't envy Alice? You can spend all day with Master Yang, how happy!"

"Gianna, if you had a chance, would you choose Agusu or Lord Young?"

"Fuck you, all you do is think!"

...

After putting the sickle into the basket, the two Huaichun girls chased up and frolicking on the hillside, and finally even bet to see who could kiss Yang Ling on the face, and heard Yang Ling shaking his head.

I'm the good guy?

After hearing the conversation between the two girls, Yang Ling shook his head. When he was a child, when others found five cents on the side of the road, he would give them to the teacher, but he first thought of five cents a Popsicle; When I was in college, the instructor said that the students should help each other, but he was always thinking about how to sell more IP phone cards to the students, and he never thought that he was a good person.

After defeating the sword master Battis, the reason why he publicly humiliated the Anka family was that he understood that after the first World War of the elf tribe, Imia would never let go of himself, so he simply went with him to the end, but he did not expect people to give a bad breath. Later, the opportunity to kill Imia, but also just so that the other party entanglement only, but just great people.

Yangling ask yourself is not what good people, definitely will not be tied up for a false name. The so-called "convincing people with virtue" is pure farting in his eyes. In the world, there are only eternal interests, no eternal friends.

Think of here, Yang Ling suddenly thought of being secretly imprisoned by their own tactician Good, according to the thief Fenrister intelligence, Anka family a lot of strategies are from this low-key guy. Although they do not care about what reputation, but some shady things, or to some hidden in the dark people handle more convenient. Apparently, this Goode is a good candidate.

The castle of Wesson is very large, and in addition to the ground buildings, there are many underground palaces. Among them, the private cells used to house prisoners are enough to cover the size of two standard football fields. Imia's advisor, Gude, is being held in the depths of the dungeon.

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In order to prevent criminals from escaping and someone robbing the prison, Yangling sent the most elite barbarians to guard the dungeon. These savages take orders from no one except their own, not even Cassie, the captain of the guard.

At the command of Yang Ling, the barbarian captain Garuk personally led the way, across the dim oil lamp, stepping on the cold basalt SLATE came to a dark dungeon.

There was no daylight around, the air was so thick that even a mosquito could be heard flying by, and it was eerily quiet. After being locked up for ten days and a half, not to mention being executed, people face dim lights and dark and cold walls every day, and I am afraid they are about to collapse under depression.

"Get up, get up, don't play fucking dead!" As Goode, dressed in black, huddled motionless in a corner, Garuk, the leader of the barbarians, shook the arm-thin iron bar on the prison door.

Hearing the sudden sound of shaking the door, Goode looked up doubtfully, his face haggard and his eyes dull. He looked weak, as if he had suffered a lot during this period.

"Water, I want water, water..." After rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming, Goode pounced wildly. The lips are dry and chapped, as if they have not touched any food for several days. After all, barbarians are barbarians, and don't expect them to be polite to a prisoner.

See Garuk looking at himself, Yangling nodded. The latter, knowing his intention, took off his water bottle and carried it through the iron bars. Since having many blacksmiths and iron mills, Yang Ling has told dwarf Rumi to change the equipment of the convoy, although for the time being, it is not possible to equip everyone with standard plate armor and weapons, at least each person has a simple marching pot.

Grunt, grunt...

After filling his canteen with cold, sweet spring water, Goode breathed deeply and looked doubtfully at Yangling behind Garuk the barbarian. The eyes from time to time a brisk turn, seems to be a lot of energy.

"Garuk, guard the dungeon gate, and no one enters until I say so!" Yangling sent the barbarian plus Luk out, some things, the less people know the better.

Silence, dead silence!

After the barbarian Garuk went out, Good said nothing to look at the unknown Yang Ling, and Yang Ling also said nothing, quietly looking at the calm Good. Although the other party tried to suppress, but Yang Ling still from his eyes saw a trace of unease.

"Are you Yang Ling?" After half a day of stalemate, Good finally broke down and asked the question.

"Yes, I am the Yang Ling who killed Imia and leveled the Anka family, the hateful summoner who you want to kill several times." See each other first to speak, Yang Ling smiled coldly.

"Hey, joke, bulldoze the Anka family?" Goode wiped a handful of beads of water from his chin and said coldly, "Imia's father took most of his best warriors and magicians, and you killed his only son, and it will come to no good!"

See good quickly calm down, clear thinking, sharp language, Yang Ling secretly appreciate, understand that he did not find the wrong person. The reason why he is alive today is all thanks to Imia's impulse, if Imia that boy can bend and bend, listen to the counsel of Good, endure until his father with many elite warriors and magicians return, I am afraid he can only flee before it is too late.

"I don't know what will happen to me, but what will happen to you..." Yang Ling hit the nail on the head and hit Good's heart.

Sure enough, listen to Yangling so said, good face as pale, sad. Did not expect Yang Ling to turn the tables on the horrid hydra; Even more did not expect him to move quickly, the rate of people to break the Anka family entrenched for almost a hundred years of the Vison castle, they want to escape too late.