Wherever this group of bandits passed, everyone in the major cities was in danger. However, Zhou Ping had heard earlier that they were still five hundred miles away, but they had somehow moved nearby.

A scout team of the Black Turban Army appeared today. I'm afraid it won't be long before the entire Black Turban Army gathers around Ding'an. When the time comes, the Black Turban Army will definitely not let go of such a fat piece of meat.

This is also the reason why Zhou Ping invited Lu Ye. After the confrontation just now, Zhou Ping saw that Lu Ye was very strong.

A few moments later, in the side hall of the city lord's mansion, Lu Ye and Zhou Ping were sitting upright. A maid served them tea and left.

The two chatted and waited.

Zhou Ping was still telling Lu Ye enthusiastically about the information about the Black Turban Army, but he didn't notice that Lu Ye's expression gradually became indifferent.

After a while, Zhou Ping's mouth became dry as he spoke, and he asked with some confusion: "Why hasn't the Lord of the City come yet?"

He asked someone to inform him when he came. Logically speaking, the Lord of the City should have shown up long ago.

Lu Ye turned to look at him with long eyes.

Zhou Ping looked back: "What's wrong, sir? Is there something on my face?"

"Are you dizzy?" Lu Ye suddenly asked.

"Dizzy?" Zhou Ping was stunned, his expression changed urgently, and his eyes were spinning. "No, the tea is poisonous!"

He forced himself to get up but felt his body was sore and weak. He sat down again and said dizzy: "What's going on?"

Upon seeing this, Lu Ye knew that the poisoning had nothing to do with Zhou Ping.

He had just realized that there was poison in the tea because the talent tree had some abnormal reactions, but he was just pretending not to know.

But I didn�t expect that Zhou Ping was also poisoned. Since he didn�t arrange for the poisoning, then...

The sound of hunting clothes sounded, and from the inside of the side hall, a pot-bellied man stepped out, looking a bit majestic. Behind him, followed by an old man dressed as a Confucian scholar and holding a feather fan.

Bang bang, at the gate, another group of people stepped in, all with unkind expressions.

"Lord City Lord?" Zhou Ping couldn't help but froze when he saw this battle. He had no idea what was going on.

The city lord didn't say anything, he just sat on his grand master's chair with a gloomy look.

The half-grown old man who looked like a Confucian scholar was standing next to the city lord. He looked like he hated iron, and tapped Zhou Ping with his feather fan: "Boy Zhou Ping, you have caused a big trouble!"

"Mr. Meng, what do you mean by this?" Zhou Ping asked angrily. Although he was upright, he was not stupid. If he didn't understand what happened just now, he already had a guess at this moment.

Mr. Meng sighed and said: "Is the black scarf army easy to provoke? Thirty black scarves were killed in front of the city gate. They will not let it go. Soon, the army will come to the city. By then, Ding'an will be in ruins!"

Zhou Ping said: "So I invited Mr. Lu to come over and fight the bandits with us!" JrNovels.com