This battle was fought in darkness, but all those who died were Southern Barbarians.

This battle frightened the Southern Barbarians and made the Southern Barbarian chiefs furious. The Southern Barbarian soldiers secretly spread the rumor that the Thirteenth Prince had the ability to clone himself.

In the Nanman military tent.

"Bang!" An emerald wine cup fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

The Nanman chief struck the table hard. He had eagle-like eyes and was an extremely wise middle-aged man.

"Mulan Xibai!" He clenched his five fingers tightly, and his eyes seemed to bulge out, and his gray eyes burst out with a sinister light, "Thirty thousand people, I am a Southern Barbarian, thirty thousand people, seven mountains and eighty-six caves.

The men and horses are actually scared out of their wits! Damn it, it’s really hateful!”

"Sir Chief, don't be so angry. Let's drink." The gentle maid beside him hurriedly changed a new cup and poured wine for him.

"Hmph!" The chief glanced at her contemptuously and scolded: "Go away, you ignorant women and children! What do you know? It's time to get your eyebrows pressed now!" How could he be in the mood to drink at this time?

At this time, a Nanman soldier came to report: "Chief, someone wants to see you!"

"I don't see anyone! I'm not even full of energy!"

"But he..."

Before he finished speaking, a man in black strode into the camp. He was wearing a black cloak, only half of his face was exposed, and his pair of narrow phoenix eyes flashed with sharp edges.

"Sir Chief, are you okay?" The man's voice was clear, with a slight smile.

"Is it you?" Seeing him, the chief became even more angry: "You still have the nerve to come see me? Your good intelligence, your good strategy?! Look at it now, it's all bullshit!"

The man in black shook his head and smiled slightly: "My information is not wrong, but you are wrong."

"What's wrong with me?" the chief asked angrily. He didn't even want to look at the man in front of him at this moment. "You're talking nonsense, tie him up!"

The guards responded and immediately placed a sharp sword on the man's shoulder.

The man remained calm in the face of danger, looked at the gleaming sword, and said with a smile: "Don't you want to take revenge? Don't you want to catch Mu Lan Xibai?"

The chief raised his head and looked at him with squinted eyes in confusion.

The man continued: "Then let them go down and I'll say a few words to you."

The chief hesitated for a few seconds, waved his hand, and the others immediately went down.

The man approached the chief. At this time, he took off the cloak on his head, revealing a handsome and flawless face. His face was extremely white, slightly thin, and somewhat elegant. At a glance, you could tell that he was a man of noble birth.

Or to describe it in four words, it would be - dragon Zhang Fengzi, really good temperament.

The chief was extremely confused. This man only called himself Long Yi. The surname Long was the national surname of the Longxin Kingdom, but there were countless people with this surname in the Longxin Kingdom. This Longyi had a good appearance. Could he be a noble of the Longxin Kingdom?

In Long Yi's hand was a meatball. The chief looked at the crystal clear, white jade-like meatball and looked at him doubtfully.

"This is……"

Slightly raising the corners of his lips, Long Yi smiled and said: "This time, I don't need you, I will take action myself, you just wait."

At this moment, a soldier suddenly broke into the camp and shouted: "Master Chief——, you must avenge my brother!"

The person who rushed in was General Harun, the brother of the dead General Hada.

"Kill Mu Lan Xibai, and kill this Long Yi'er!"

Hearing this name, Long Yi's hand suddenly trembled. He turned back to look at General Harun in surprise: "What did you say?"

"I said kill Mu Lan Xibai!"

"That's the last sentence!" Long Yi shouted angrily, his tone suddenly became urgent and his expression became nervous.

"Kill Long Yi'er!" General Harlan was stunned, but seeing the man's impressive spirit, he, the general, was also overwhelmed by his momentum. He presented an exquisite dagger, "This dagger's

The three characters Long Yi'er are engraved on the handle, so it must be this Long Yi'er who killed my brother!"

When Long Yi saw the dagger in his hand, he suddenly snatched it away and put it in front of his eyes, and gently touched the words engraved on the dagger.

"That's right..." His hands trembled slightly, and his tone was extremely excited, "That's right... it's this dagger... Yi'er... Yi'er..."

He suddenly grabbed General Harlan's collar tightly, strangling him with one hand until he couldn't breathe: "Tell me! Whose hand is this dagger?"

"Yes..." Seeing his cold eyes, the usually fierce general seemed to have turned into a kitten, "It's a soldier, the soldier who killed my brother..."

"Yier, I finally found you!" Long Yi suddenly let go of Harun, held the dagger tightly, and walked quickly outside the tent. Harun collapsed on the ground and gasped for air.

"Hey, what did you promise?" Seeing Long Yi leave, the chief stood up hurriedly. He was really at his wits' end now. If he was asked to arrange more troops, he was really worried that there wouldn't be enough to kill Mu Lan Xibai. So.

, he is still looking forward to the actions of this man named Long Yi. Anyway, he has nothing to lose. In the past few times, this Long Yi's information was quite accurate, but unfortunately he was defeated by Mu Lan Xibai every time.

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Strange, who is this Long Yi? How could he obtain such confidential information and know the whereabouts of Tianqi's army clearly.
Chapter completed!