The battle in the early winter of the eleventh year of Rende was quite strange. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that the mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole follows behind. However, in that battle, Nanyang, Xize, and Dongyin all thought they were the oriole, but they all thought they were the oriole.

Unexpectedly, the real Huangque is Beili, the ghost king of Rakshasa who wears a mask all day long.

Under the leadership of Yi Huaisha, Nanyang did not lose too many soldiers, but instead used this as an excuse to elect Jimo to succeed Nanyang Marquis.

Two voices were quarreling fiercely in the Nanyang Palace. The maids and eunuchs outside the door were all kneeling, and no one dared to turn their heads to listen.

"Yi Huaisha, you did it on purpose. You had no intention of attacking the city or saving her!"

"Jimo, please be clear-headed. Does someone like her need to be rescued? Rakshasa ghost is her lover, Jian Mucheng is her brother, she left Xize on a Naga ship, who is Naga?

You don’t know, don’t you?”

"That's not the point! I promised her I would go back! I asked her to wait for me, but now?"

As he spoke, he pulled the brocade robe on his body, pointed to the decoration on his chest and said: "Now I am the Marquis of Nanyang! I took her position, and she can never return to Nanyang again!"

Speaking of the excitement, there was a "hissing" sound of the cloth breaking. Jimo had already pulled off the entire front piece and stared at Yi Huaisha with red eyes.

Yi Huaisha sneered: "What if she comes back? Her heart is not with you at all, she is just using you from the beginning to the end! Jimo, you don't understand, right?"

"Even if that's the case, I'm willing to do it!"

Jimo ripped off his robe and walked out of the palace with only his inner clothes on without looking back. There was a sound of him kicking and beating behind him. Huaisha closed his eyes, feeling so tired!

It feels as if she is the only one in the world fighting and robbing her, but what does she have? She doesn’t want anything!

Thinking of the agreement with Jian Muchong, Huaisha's heart was still cold. She had completely offended Jian Muchong by forcing Jimo to succeed. So does that agreement still count? Can Shidu's soul come back?

With these worries in mind, she returned to the mansion. Fan Liang and Nian'er had already had dinner and were playing with a small sword in the courtyard.

"Dad, is this sword really given to me?"

"Of course, you see, dad specially hired craftsmen to make it, and it just matches your little hands!"

Zuo Nian'er was so happy that she ran wildly in the yard holding the scabbard. Huaisha sat next to Fan Liang and silently poured herself a cup of tea.

Fan Liang looked at her tiredness and raised his eyebrows: "Did you quarrel with Mr. Marquis?"

Huaisha nodded, Fan Liang touched his chin thoughtfully, Huaisha looked at Zuo Nian'er who looked like a wild horse in the yard, and said softly: "I want to go to Dongyin!"

Fan Liang didn't move or speak. Huaisha continued: "No matter what, I must come back to the soul of Shidu!"

Fan Liang raised his head and glanced at the moonlight above his head. It was the last quarter of the moon tonight, and there were almost no stars in the sky. Everything was hazy. Yi Huaisha was still waiting for his answer. Due to emotion and reason, Fan Liang was hers.

Husband, he has the right to know what risky things his wife is going to do.

"Huaisha..."

After a long time, Fan Liang shouted, Huaisha raised his head and looked at him and slowly turned to look at himself.

"The wolf slave showed up just the day before yesterday. Do you want... to meet him?"

Huaishatan opened his mouth slightly and looked at Fan Liang, who was in a calm mood. What did he say? Did he say wolf slave?

The man with the sacred object of the Jiao tribe?
Chapter completed!