Gu Rulin looked around, looked at the controlled people, and sneered: "The only smell of blood in this room should be that you can't smell it yourself!"

Cheng He, who was hiding in the corner, was stunned for a moment, then came to Mu Ling: "Do you smell any bloody smell?"

"No!" Mu Ling shook his head blankly.

Cheng He scratched his eyebrows: "From the future, I'd better take a shower. His Highness's sense of smell is not ordinary! "

Xia Yu glanced at "He Meijun" and said coldly: "General He has been guarding Dulin City for decades, and has never slacked off. Moreover, we all know that although General He is a tiger general, he has never been afraid of killing the enemy in battle, but he has a fierce wife at home and never drinks! I see you, but he likes drinking very much!"

"He Meijun" looked at Xia Yu and was about to speak, when Gu Rulin used a little more force on the sword against his neck: "Where is General He?"

"Dead!" "He Meijun" said with a hard neck.

Just as Cheng He and Mu Ling were about to walk out, Xia Yu's personal soldiers suddenly ran past them and rushed directly into the main hall: "Your Highness, General, and subordinates found a dungeon, and the real General He was in the dungeon!"

"Are you still breathing?" Xia Yu glanced at him and asked coldly.

The personal soldiers nodded: "Everyone is still alive, but they are all injured. The subordinates have rescued the person and arranged for the military doctor to take care of him!"

Xia Yu nodded, then smiled: "Good done!"

Gu Rulin looked up at "He Meijun" and pulled the corner of his lips: "Tell me, who are you!"

"What if you find that old man He Meijun? You haven't discovered that your eldest prince's concubine has not yet..."

"Did you talk about me?" Cheng He walked out slowly from the corner and looked at "He Meijun" with a smile, "I'm here, what's the point of doing?"

"He Meijun" looked at Cheng He and his pupils shrank suddenly, "Why are you here, Que'er?"

"That fat man is called Que'er, he really doesn't deserve this name!" Cheng He looked at "He Meijun" and sneered, "But I'm really sorry. I accidentally broke his bones. It must have been painful now!"

"Fart, how could you..."

"How is it impossible!" Cheng He looked at "He Meijun" coldly, "Isn't it the same as killing an ant? Is it possible to follow the army into the West, you don't think I really have no power to tie a chicken, right!"

Gu Rulin glanced at Cheng He, and a little concern appeared in his eyes: "How is it, are you injured?"

Cheng He trotted to Gu Rulin: "No! When I interrogated the fat man just now, he refused to say anything, and even scolded me with a bitch, so I killed him!"

Mu Ling stood beside Cheng He, her lips twitched slightly. The fat man named Que'er had not even had time to curse him for a second time, but Cheng He was too trampled to speak.

"It's okay, just die if you die!" Gu Rulin smiled, then raised his hand and knocked the fake "He Meijun" with the back of the sword, and then said coldly, "Closing him, tie his hands and feet, and blocking his mouth, don't let him die easily!"
Chapter completed!