Chapter 709 Old Friend

Boom.

A long time passed, and in the end, Zhao Gao was still defeated. He fell from a high altitude and all his strength was exhausted.

There was a big hole in his shoulder, and he had no strength to fight anymore. As soon as he landed, the weapons of many soldiers held him down and knelt on the ground.

"Zhao Gao, what else do you have to say?" The North King walked slowly, surrounded by many powerful men who had taken refuge with him during this period.

"I don't accept it." Being held up by a bunch of spears and halberds, Zhao Gao still stiffened his neck. Seeing the King of the North approaching, he just cursed: "Er Gou, you are just taking advantage of the crowd, what's the point of being proud of?" of!"

Ergou, when the name was spoken, everyone was stunned.

This was exactly the nickname the King of the North once had. After the King of the North became famous, no one mentioned it again for many years.

"Zhao Gao, I didn't have as many people as you at the beginning." The King of the North didn't pay much attention. At this moment, the winner was the king or the loser. He looked at Zhao Gao who was kneeling on the ground, with only mockery in his eyes.

"If senior Zhao Buqun knew that you were wasting the prestige and reputation he left behind, he would probably expel you from the family tree."

"Stop making trouble with him!" Zhao Gao shot back: "Ergou, I was careless this time and fell into your trap. If you dare, let me go. I will gather my troops and come back to fight you to the death."

When these words came out, the King of the North was stunned for a while, and then said: "Zhao Gao, are you really that stupid? Or do you think there is nothing else in your mind except how to play with women?"

"I have gathered all the power in the North. In order to eradicate you, I even asked the King of Life for help. Now I have finally driven you to a dead end. You want me to let you go? Do you want you to gather strength and come back?"

"Do you think that's possible?"

"This..." Zhao Gao choked a little. He looked at the extremely fierce soldiers and generals around him, and then looked at the familiar faces around the King of the North, and a chill gradually filled his heart.

"Is it possible that you want to kill me? I am..."

"I know, I know. You are the descendant of the third generation of King Wen, the only child of the Zhao family, and a royal bloodline." The King of Beidi took the lead and asked again: "But so what?"

"You are just a dog with a broken spine now. The imperial court has issued a recovery order. Your current identity is that of a rebellious person."

"You fart!" These words made Zhao Gao furious and wanted to pounce on him, but on the side, the people and soldiers used their strength to push him down again.

"I, the fourth and third king of the Zhao family, what are your identities and how dare you touch me?"

"Kill me? Everyone in the world will condemn you, and the court will not let you go!"

"King Wen and the others will come back! You will all be held accountable!"

"..."

"It's so noisy." Zhao Gao was still cursing, but the North King became impatient. He turned around and waved his hands casually, while everyone on the side moved forward one after another.

Soon, as the sword was unsheathed, Zhao Gao's cursing stopped abruptly.

After three generations of King Wen, the hero who had the most high hopes in the troubled times was buried in the dust in the first year of the troubled times.

"Sure enough, the blood of such idiots stinks." A tall man waved his weapon. Obviously, he wanted to tell the King of the North that he personally killed King Zhao.

The King of the North ignored this man. As Jin Bisheng said, he personally defeated King Zhao, followed by everyone in the north. His power was rapidly expanding while eradicating King Zhao.

After today, his momentum will be the largest in the entire human race.

"Whose soldiers and horses are those?" Looking from a distance, the North King saw a group of soldiers and horses heading south and couldn't help but ask.

"The King of Return to the North belongs to King Ye." From the side, the commander came over and said, "He had discussed with you before that he would send troops to take away King Zhao's family."

"This boy, send troops to pick up people here..." Upon hearing this, the eyes of the North King changed a little.

"If I hadn't led the army to come in person, he might have wanted to pick up Zhao Gao himself."

…

"Whisling City."

The wind was howling, and in front of the city, the army was repairing here.

"The famous city of chaos." Before standing up his army, Ye Fan looked at the city in front of him.

Whether before the collapse of the human race or after the collapse, the city of chaos was like thunder, an irregular city, and all kinds of people and dragons mixed together.

Among these cities, Ye Fan personally went to Whistle City and suffered a lot of losses here.

"Does King Ye have any impressions of this place?" Suan Sansheng asked from the side.

"Yeah." Ye Fan nodded and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Bokui once told me that the reason why the City of Chaos remains standing is because of the dark hands of the dynasty organization."

"The meeting of heroes destroyed millions of members of the dynasty organization. Do they still have power now?" Shuan Sansheng asked slightly.

"Maybe." Ye Fan shook his head and gave a definite answer in his heart.

Snap.

While they were being repaired, suddenly, the gate of Whirlpool City opened at this moment, and a fat middle-aged man ran out, leading a jagged honor guard.

“I’ve heard about King Ye’s reputation for a long time, and I passed by Whirlpool City today. It really makes this city shine!”

As he spoke, behind him, the unprofessional honor guard began to play music and dance.

"This man is the nominal city lord of Whirlpool City, his name is Ding Lei." Wang Lingxi took the information sheet and whispered: "He is not a good person, he has a habit of cannibalism."

"Okay." Ye Fan nodded, without much movement, watching Ding Lei twist his fat body and ran forward, and knelt down with a plop.

"Prince Ye is here, please pay homage to Ding Lei."

"You know how to salute." Ye Fan knew Ding Lei and watched him kneel down. Without saying anything, he asked coldly: "Are you the only official in your city?"

"Forgive me, King Ye! Forgive me, King Ye!" Ding Lei replied quickly, "The city is busy with affairs, and everyone else is busy dealing with official duties, so we really can't get away."

"Busy with official duties?" These words made Ye Fan feel a little funny, but Ding Lei looked serious, so he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Forget it, let's go to the city first."

"Prince Ye, please come with me."

With that said, Ding Lei led the way, and a group of Nanchuan senior officials followed behind Ye Fan.

The babbling honor guard was blowing next to everyone. Their skills were not good, and the originally cheerful welcome trumpet was blown sparsely, but it had a bit of a sad and joyful sound.

Snap, snap.

Soon, everyone entered the city, and Ye Fan was a little surprised by the clean and tidy streets.

In his impression, the main road leading into the city from the city gate of Whirlpool City was dark red in color and was called the Death Road. People died on this road every day for various reasons.

But now, this road is clean and tidy, there is no garbage, the road is clean, and the blue bricks still show a bit of the style of an ancient city.

"Have you specifically washed the life path?" Ye Fan looked at Ding Lei.

"Yes." Ding Lei was stunned. Perhaps he didn't expect that Ye Fan knew this road. He smiled and said, "It was cleaned specifically to welcome King Ye's arrival."

"Then you are quite thoughtful." Ye Fan said, and a group of people walked down the street. The vendors on both sides of the road looked at them with curiosity or fear.

"Whoa! Whoa whoa!"

While walking, suddenly, a ragged man rushed out from the side of the road, shouting inexplicable words, and rushed straight towards Ye Fan.

The people around him naturally took action in time and stopped him.

"A beggar, I'm sorry for disturbing King Ye." Ding Lei said quickly, and at the same time he was going to kick the beggar: "Who are you? You disturbed King Ye, even if you die ten times!"

The beggar was so skinny that he couldn't withstand Ding Lei's kicks, and was kicked to the ground by Ding Lei a few times.

But the strange thing is here, no matter how he was kicked, he always stared at Ye Fan, moaning in his mouth, and seemed very excited.

"Do you know me?" Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was slightly confused and held Ding Lei down.

"How could a mute know King Ye?" Ding Lei said, trying to raise his leg again, but Ye Fan's eyes came to him and he quickly backed away.

Ye Fan looked at the beggar and squatted down. Seeing Ye Fan right in front of him, the beggar was even more excited. He stretched out his hand to grab Ye Fan, as if to grab a life-saving straw.

At such a close distance, Ye Fan looked at the beggar's dirty face, and suddenly, the appearance of a person emerged.

"Are you, Ji Wuning??"