In the yard.

People leave the courtyard and are empty.

When the mysterious apocalypse assassin suddenly disappeared in front of Prince Nan in a strange way, Xia Xingchen stared at the dried tea stains on the table, and his gloomy facial features seemed to be able to squeeze out ink at any time.

for a long time,

Xia Xingchen stood up and walked into the inner room.

There is a luxurious toilet in the house, dedicated.

Xia Xingchen locked himself in the narrow toilet and flashed into it.

There is someone else in the toilet.

Don't get me wrong, it's a man.

"I said, Prince Nan, if you didn't know you, you know that you are not a manly person. Otherwise, you would have made a secret meeting on such occasions. If someone else had done this, it would have caused a huge misunderstanding."

The mud Buddha was sticking to the wall of the toilet, watching the King of Zhennan who was carefully squeezed in, and an embarrassing and bitter smile appeared on his face.

Xia Xingchen gritted his teeth: "It's safe here."

"How do you know he can't get into here?"

"No," Xia Xingchen shook his head and said his thoughts: "He disdained."

In short, the current situation is,

Xia Xingchen was frightened by the ability of the Apocalypse Assassin to come and go without a trace. If he wanted to talk about some secrets, he had to hide in the toilet, so he could feel at ease.

The clay Buddha is also helpless.

He never expected that an assassin who was not in the Bodhisattva Building could scare Prince Nan into this bird's appearance.

King Zhennan privately contacted the Apocalypse Assassin. No one in the entire Bodhisattva Building except the Clay Bodhisattva was aware of it.

Because Xia Xingchen knew very well that although the Bodhisattva Building was controlled by the Ni Bodhisattva, the assassins in this building were not completely uncovered.

The fewer people know about this, the better.

"That person is so terrifying?"

The mud Buddha narrowed his eyes and smiled, and a curious light flashed through his eyes.

King Zhennan was unwilling to worry about the point of "terrible or not" by the Apocalypse Assassin. He used brief words to express the content of the meeting and conversation between the two.

"Oh?" The Clay Bodhisattva was even more curious about the mysterious assassin who made Prince Nan feel scared of talking. After pondering for a moment, the Clay Bodhisattva muttered to himself: "The world is two parts? What a courage... Prince, have you agreed?"

The King of Zhennan sneered and lowered his voice: "How could I agree to such excessive requests!? In the end, I only gave up only five provinces!"

The clay Buddha was silent.

He felt that it was not much different from ceasing the land, cutting half of the land, and cutting a little bit.

The point is that Prince Nan cut off.

When the Clay Buddha was silent, Prince Nan thought about the deep meaning of the other party's silence and felt a little frustrated, but he quickly laughed: "Even if there are three provinces, it is not so easy to poach a piece of my world!"

"If he has the ability to take it away, he will be afraid that he... will be out of his life!"

...

...

After leaving Jingnan City.

Yi Lin sat by a wilderness river, sitting quietly and fishing.

The fishing rod and hook are made temporarily, and they look vulgar and simple, and are not professional.

Bai Chuchu lay beside her and looked at the fish coming and going in the river. She couldn't help but digging the soil in front of her with her claws.

She felt very strange. With the ability of the young master, it would be unnecessary to catch fish, but why did he feel a little happy when he looked at the young master's expression?

"Don't ask," Yi Lin saw through Chuchu's thoughts and took the initiative to explain: "I'm not fishing, but loneliness."

Since the young master said so,

Bai Chuchu didn't ask whether to catch this fish or not.

She chose to ask another thing.

"Young Master, do humans value 'territories' very much?"

"Oh? As a great cat, why would you ask this?"

"Young Master, don't you ask for half of the money for your reward?"

"You are talking about this," Yi Lin sat on the stone, gently shaking the fishing rod, and smiled: "Generally speaking, the King of Zhennan begged me to do business, and when my lion opened his mouth, he would have two kinds of speculations."

The cat listened quietly.

Yi Lin continued: "One, asking for a price everywhere; this is a common method of price-killing. He would think that when I asked for a price so high at the beginning, it was to reserve space for bargaining. For example, if you want a hundred fish at one time, isn't it too much? But what if your psychological price is just a mere ten fish?"

Bai Chuchu suddenly realized: "So that's it! Young Master, you will say, 'You have to have too many! Twenty items!', even if it's twenty, Chuchu will make a lot of money!"

"That's the reason for being smart."

Yi Lin praised.

"But Master, you are just talking about one thing, so what about the second?"

"The second..." Yi Lin smiled and shook her wrist. A live fish weighing several pounds was thrown high and landed in front of Bai Chuchu, who was confused. Yi Lin took out the tools from the storage space, skillfully removed scales, bleed, bleed, boned, and sliced ​​them.

During the process of processing the ingredients, Yi Lin continued to explain: "The second speculation is simpler to put it bluntly. No matter how much I want, it actually has nothing to do with my real psychological price. It's all just smoke bombs."

"That young master, what do you want?"

Swish.

Yi Lin placed a plate of sashimi in front of Bai Chuchu.

The white cat is burying his head and endures hardship.

Sashimi, a unique flavor.

"I only make a choice for a child, of course I want them all," Yi Lin smiled, and the carpenter's knife drew a round pancake-like outline in front of him: "What I want is... the world."

...

...

The war spread.

Quandong Shengshenzhou is not spared.

Countless people are displaced,

Countless people are homeless,

Countless wives and children are separated,

Countless people... grass grows on the grave.

Xia Xiaoman was fighting outside, and this battle was winter again.

The 19th year of Jisheng Li.

January.

Xia Xiaoman was in the north and faced the King of Conquest.

The King of the Northern Expedition was very confident when he got the eldest prince to surrender. He called himself "the orthodox emperor of the human race" and shouted the slogan "retake back the Xia family's country."

In an unknown valley, the army led by Xia Xiaoman met a scout team of hundreds of people from the King of the Northern Expedition.

The Shenwu Army won a great victory with its overwhelming number of advantages.

The Shenwu Army captured fifty people from the Northern King's Army and took them to the military camp.

In the cages made of fine steel, many blood-stained prisoners were locked.

"General Zhenping, General Shenwu sent a letter to him. Please use the soul search method to find out the marching deployment of the Northern King Army."

An elite Shenwu Army presented a secret scroll.

Xia Xiaoman tore open the scroll with expressionless expression, took a look, and threw it into the stove, destroying the corpse.

"This general personally interrogates the prisoners."

Xia Xiaoman walked towards the prisoner camp alone, taking a firm pace.

On the way, many soldiers of the Shenwu Army cast a look of admiration for this legendary version of the female general.

If they had complained about a woman riding on her head and giving orders, but after nearly half a year of bloody guerrilla wars between the north and the south, no one had such stupid ideas.

First of all, as a golden elixir Qi Refiner, Xia Xiaoman was on the battlefield, not only with one horse as a thousand people, but with one man's strength, he easily dealt with a army of thousands of people.

Furthermore, no matter how desperate the general faces, he always has some bizarre strategies to lead the soldiers out of the siege and fight for the birth of heaven.

It can be said that among the thousands of personal soldiers led by Xia Xiaoman, each of them has taken one life from Xia Xiaoman, and some have more than one.

They were like they were reborn, and they also obeyed General Zhenping's words and followed their lives and death.
To be continued...