Noble Husband At the Door

The enemy forces were mainly harassing and delaying, so they didn't know what to do after Samuel's action.

After all, no one had seen such a cooperative enemy.

The only thing that could comfort them was that no matter what, they could now execute the orders given by their superiors without any effort.

This was a good thing.

Therefore, they attacked from time to time and then hid around.

Meanwhile, Samuel in the energy circle seemed to have completely entered the flat-lying mode, lying directly on the ground with Tao Tie of Evil and closing his eyes to sleep.

What annoyed Velocisaurus was that the two were snoring...

How much could they do that?

The poor Velocisaurus was afraid that the enemy would attack them at any time, so he could only keep alert with his eyes wide open...

From then on, the situation had been a stalemate. Four hours later....

In the City Lord's Mansion of Gai Luo City, although it seemed calm, those who knew the truth were very clear that there was killing intent everywhere! Many elites hid in all corners and occupied excellent positions. If anything happened, they could immediately attack and teach the enemy a painful lesson.

At the same time, various arrays were set up in the town. A group of monks wearing bamboo hats and black clothes were also sitting in different corners.

It could be said that the entire City Lord's Mansion was heavily guarded, and under the heavy encirclement, it was unusually orderly. Once any enemy entered, they could instantly launch a full-body attack and directly draw out a crazy attack like a mountain torrent. However, in order to numb the enemy as much as possible, these were all hidden in the dark. On the surface, the City Lord's Mansion was almost the same as usual. The servants were still busy in the mansion.

In the City Lord's Hall, everyone sat together. Although there was no good wine, there were good tea and fruits. To some extent, it was a low-key luxury.

Ming Yu was still sitting at the top, with Ye Shijun and Zhu Yanshuo on both sides.

"This tea tastes good. What's the name?" Ming Yu put down the teacup slightly and asked Zhu Yanshuo in a good mood.

Zhu Yanshuo smiled. "Elder Divine Dragon, this tea is called Spring Rain."

"Spring rain?" Ming Yu smiled and said, "What a good name. All things are born, and rain should be revealed. Just like today's scene, we have waited for a long time, and finally spring is coming." Zhu Yanshuo nodded and said, "That's why I asked someone to prepare the spring rain tea."

Ye Shijun glared at Zhu Yanshuo with dissatisfaction and said in a low voice, "City Lord Zhu's flattery skills are quite good."

Zhu Yanshuo looked embarrassed.

"What's the point of drinking tea? According to what I said, it's better to wait until we catch Samuel and drink the celebration wine. That will be really good. Don't you think so?"

Although Fu Tian was seriously injured and did not attend the banquet, the executives of the Fu family nodded their heads in agreement.

"That's right. No matter how good

the meaning is, it's not as good as reality. Let alone drinking the spring rain, even if you drink the immortal's tears, if you don't catch Samuel, it will be tasteless."

"It doesn't matter whether we drink it or not. If we make a fuss about it, I'm afraid it will tarnish the tea."

Ye Shijun was very satisfied with his subordinates sensibleness. He squinted at Zhu Yanshuo and said "City Lord Zhu, your flattery depends on your strength. Why don't you investigate the truth instead of

talking about tea?"

Zhu Yanshuo knew that he had hit a stone. Although he was indeed as crazy for Ming Yu's beauty as Ye Shijun, he did not dare to have any other thoughts. He just wanted to flatter Ming Yu.

But no matter what, Ye Shijun was obviously dissatisfied. With Zhu Yanshuo's position, he obviously did not dare to argue with Ye Shijun, so he could only nod.

"We're all on the same boat. Why is Young Master Ye so hostile toward City Lord Zhu?" Ming Yu spoke at this time, which made Zhu Yanshuo feel a little good, but also made Ye Shijun's face a little ugly.

However, before Ye Shijun opened his mouth to speak, Ming Yu turned to look at Zhu Yanshuo. "However, Young Master Ye's words make sense. It's time to ask about the frontlines."

Of course, there was no problem with the front line. Otherwise, they would not have had time to drink tea and chat here.

But they didn't know what was going on ahead.

Zhu Yanshuo cast a strong look at a commander. The man hurried out of the hall. After a while, a little soldier followed him and rushed into the hall...