Updated: 2012-10-23

Su Jin's snoring gradually came from the corner of the tent. As he said, he had not slept peacefully for many days. Today, if Long He had not been by his side, it would have been difficult for him to sleep so steadily.

The jumping flames on the oil lamp cast Longhe's figure on the tent wall. Su Jin muttered something in his dream, turned over, and the high raised quilt was also projected on the tent wall...

Longhe was like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, quietly watching the burning wicks. The white wicks bulbed in the lamp oil have already turned yellow. As the flames progressed, they became charred little by little.

Longhe could feel that an extremely powerful mind power enveloped the central army's tent, like a ghost who chose people to eat. He made a decision between him and Su Jin, but he could never determine which one was the target of the attack. The huge force that was ready to go was ready to move. As long as it bloomed, it would definitely be a shocking blow.

Therefore, Long He did not move, and his fingers gently buckled against a slightly delicate thin dagger on his leg. He was waiting, and when the person with strong mind could not help but take action, he could determine the person's direction! Then, his thin dagger could bring blood and death!

This powerful mind power is rare in Longhe's life. There are not many mind cultivation in this world, and there are only a handful of people who can make Longhe feel afraid. He knew that his opponent was definitely not a great master. If Tang Yin was far away, he would have been able to lock himself and Su Jin long ago and calmly distinguish who was the target that needed to be sniped. However, even Tang Yin could not launch a mind power attack from such a distance!

In the quiet forest, an owl squatted on the tree, looking at the young man standing tall on the opposite tree curiously.

He stood on the tree, as if he was standing on the platform, and he was full of momentum. He was holding an exquisite and domineering longbow in his hand, with no arrows on the string. The bowstring was half open, but it was not a full moon!

Qin Fei closed his eyes and tried his best to do so, and there were only two people who could poke out the central army's tent at such a long distance. One person sat and the other lie down! Qin Fei was unwilling to act rashly. He could only use the power of the Tianmu Divine Bow to launch a sniper at such a distance. However, he only had the ability to have one strike. If he missed a single strike, he would not be able to shoot the second thought arrow for at least one day!

"Go ahead!" Yuan Xin sat under the tree and said lightly: "At least 50% of the chance to shoot Su Jin to death!"

"There is also 50% chance of missing the shot." Qin Fei replied indifferently.

Yuan Xin smiled bitterly. Time was too urgent, but Su Jin was very concerned about his safety. His hundreds of guards were divided into two shifts, guarding the surroundings of the Central Army's tent. The Execution Department was an assassin. The so-called assassin suddenly used the enemy's flaws to assassinate him, instead of rushing into the Central Army camp with two swords carelessly, shouting, "Su Jin, I'm here to kill you..."

That's the second one. The pussy, not an assassin!

An excellent assassin should have launched an attack at an unexpected moment for the enemy, and he retreated before everyone could react.

Longhe slowly pulled the thin dagger out of his leggings little by little, holding it in his palm with his backhand. The wick in front of him burned out. Perhaps, the next moment, the oil was gone, and the last trace of light would be lost.

The light reflected a dazzling green light on the thin dagger, reflecting into Longhe's eyes, as if sharp lights appeared frequently and full of murderous aura.

He is a very tolerant person and is absolutely patient. He is waiting for the attack of Nian Xiu. Although he is very passive, he is confident enough to block the killing attack for Su Jin, and then finds the location of Nian Xiu and sends him to hell.

In terms of age, Longhe is only twenty-four years old. At his age, he already has the cultivation of being arrogant and arrogant. Not many people in the world can defeat him. If those great masters do not put aside their faces and bully people, almost few people can defeat Longhe. If it is a life-and-death battle, Longhe will even be much more terrifying. Many people with higher cultivation than him and older than him will die at his hands.

"I am practicing the way of life and death! The way of martial arts is to survive as the most respectful one!" Long He once said to the leader of the Long family when he heard the news of Shui Qingkong's death: "If I were Shui Qingkong, I would definitely try my best to survive first, even if I live without self-esteem! What I want is an opportunity, a chance to kill Old Man Yi and Long Zhen. If a person dies, no matter how heroic and heroic they are, they will be clouds. Living is all hope."

The master of the Long family, who had a wonderful hand, had not made any noise for a long time after hearing this. Before leaving, he said with a slight silence: "So, he is the Shui Qingkong, and you are the Longhe."

Longhe didn't care about this sentence. He didn't care whether he was respected or not. He didn't mind whether people would sneer at the future when Longhe mentioned it. He only knew that he was alive and his opponent died was the best ending. In this world, the only one who can withstand the torture of the Secretariat of the Fufu Department for a year, survive, escape from difficulties, and take revenge... is Longhe.

"Do it!" Longhe had entered the peak state. He could clearly feel every true energy flowing through his meridians. The feeling of being so abundant that it was about to explode made him extremely happy. He cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing his white teeth slightly, as if a hungry wolf waiting for the appearance of prey!

"Do it..." Yuan Xin advised: "If we can't be sure, then we can do nothing for a night, and we still have to leave until dawn. So just shoot an arrow, what if we shoot Su Jin to death?"

The owl slidly shrank his neck, and was too lazy to see the man who held the bowstring but was like a sculpture.

"There is a very dangerous person there, and I can feel his murderous intent." Qin Fei said solemnly: "We must wait."

A cavalry flew into the camp of the second town, and the horse's hooves flew, shattering the dark night and silenced. Countless swords and guns were aimed at the knight almost instantly.

"Urgent military information!" The man did not dismount, but hurriedly took out the seal of the command arrow, untied the weapon, held a letter sealed by fire, and rode his horse to continue moving towards the central army.

Su Jin, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up, and the slightest confusion outside the tent broke his dream.

The guards immediately wrapped the central army's tent and were in a mess. The cavalry who sent the letter could no longer advance when they reached the periphery. He shouted loudly: "General Su Zhen, Bei Zhi must deliver this letter to you when he was ordered."

Long He grabbed Su Jin who was about to step out of the camp gate. He was surprised that the tide of thought that had been surrounding him disappeared like a tide of uncertainty, and in a blink of an eye it disappeared without a trace.

"Safe!" Long He whispered.

Su Jin nodded, opened the tent and walked out. The four guards hugged the messenger to Su Jin. The messenger knelt down on one knee, held the secret letter above his head, and shouted loudly: "The King of Yan has an order, and Su Zhen will use the Jiashen decryption method to view this letter."

Su Jin took the checked letter, tore the fire paint, shook it in the wind, and it was filled with words. If this letter fell into the hands of others, it would be considered a heavenly book. The so-called Jiashen decryption method is the method of view agreed between the King of Yan and different generals, such as viewing one word at a time, in different orders and solutions. Except for the generals who led the troops to dispatch, it is impossible for others to know this method of decryption.

Su Jin looked at the letter, and the more he looked, the more he looked, the more he looked, the heavier he looked. After a moment, he tore the letter into pieces and threw it under his feet. The north wind blew, and the paper scraps rolled a few times, and I don’t know whose feet fell into.

"Tell me the order!" Su Jin shouted sternly: "The entire army was dispatched lightly, carrying dry food for eight days with them, giving up all supplies, and decapitated the camp overnight, and immediately returned to Yandu."

The generals and soldiers of the guards all changed their faces. Behind them were enemies like Fang Wuliang, and hundreds of thousands of Chu troops. If they followed Su Jin's order, the officers and soldiers of the Second Town were fleeing desperately. The spoils they had worked hard to defeat and countless siege equipment brought from the northern border, and thousands of civilians accompanied by the army's vehicles and supplies. Wouldn't they give them to Fang Wuliang?

"I need someone to send a letter for me." Su Jin glanced at his guards: "Who is willing to go?"

Guards and soldiers stepped forward one after another.

"If you go, you will die for a lifetime."

The officers and soldiers who were still resentful of being a little slow to step forward were relieved, and gloatingly looked at the comrades who had already made their debut, laughing at these guys who were trying their best to win credit for the sake of earning merit.

"It's you!" Su Jin pointed to a short guard: "Wandao, go and deliver a letter to me. After you come back, you will be promoted to a general."

Marriott turned over and bowed: "Thank you, the town, for cultivating it."

Su Jin smiled slightly and turned around and walked into the camp. The oil lamp was about to burn out. Longhe picked up a new wick and put it on, watching Su Jin sit down and take out the pen, ink, paper and ink, ready to write a letter.

"Who did you write to?" Long He asked in confusion: "What happened? Although I don't know how to use troops, what you said is not appropriate. Unless the situation is urgent, you won't be so panicked."

"It's indeed very urgent. After writing this letter, I'm going to set off." Su Jin said without raising her head: "Are you going back to the Long family or with me?"

Long He thought for a while: "I won't go back to the Long family for the time being. You are short of people around you to protect you. Grandpa San should be here to protect you, but unfortunately he died. If I leave, the spiritual practice who wants your life tonight will have a great chance of success."

Long He said regretfully: "When I was a child, I always said that you should practice the martial arts of the Long family with me. Unfortunately, you like to read military books and deduce battle examples. You were completely ruined by the two lunatics of the Fourteenth Uncle and the Eighth Grandpa. If you now have the cultivation level of the Grandmaster and hire a few more masters to protect you, why should you be afraid of that spiritual practice?"

"Nian Xiu?" The words Qin Fei flashed in Su Jin's mind, and then he sneered twice.

"It's finished!" Su Jin handed Longhe the letter that had not dried ink.

Long He smiled bitterly, and silently used the mysterious skills in his palm, and in a blink of an eye, he dried the ink. His top-grade cultivation level was actually used to do such things. If he was not his own brother in front of him, Long He would have to slap him to death.

"This letter!..." Long He glanced at the letter accidentally, his face couldn't help but change, and he immediately asked, "Really?"

"It's true!" Su Jin sighed, "Now, do you know why I would rather run back with my bare ass?"

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