CXnovel Vol 2 Chapter 931: captive
Vol 2 Chapter 931: captive
In the yard.
People go to the courtyard.
When the mysterious apocalyptic assassin suddenly disappeared in front of the Southern Prince in a strange way, Xia Xingchen stared at the already dried tea stains on the table, and the gloomy features seemed to be able to squeeze ink out at any time.
for a long time,
Xia Xingchen got up and walked into the inner room.
There is a luxurious latrine in the house, dedicated.
Xia Xingchen locked herself in the narrow latrine and stepped inside.
There is another person in the latrine.
Don't get me wrong, it's a man.
"I said Lord Nan, if I didn't understand you, I knew that you were not a good man, otherwise you would make a secret meeting on these occasions and change to someone else. I'm afraid it will cause a big misunderstanding."
The mud bodhisattva stuck his whole body on the wall of the latrine, watching the king of Zhennan who cautiously squeezed in, with an embarrassing wry smile on his face.
Xia Xingchen gritted his teeth: "It's safe here."
"How do you know he can't enter here?"
"No," Xia Xingchen shook his head and said his thoughts: "He disdains."
The current situation in a nutshell is,
Xia Xingchen was frightened by the ability of the Apocalypse Assassins to come and go without a trace. If he wanted to talk about some secrets, he had to hide in the toilet, and he was at ease.
The mud bodhisattva is also helpless.
He never expected that an assassin who was not in the Bodhisattva's building could scare the Nan Wangye into this kind of bird.
The King of Zhennan had contact with the Apocalypse Assassin privately. In the entire Bodhisattva building, no one knew about it except for the mud bodhisattva.
Because Xia Xingchen knew very well that although the Bodhisattva Tower was under the control of Ni Bodhisattva, the assassins in this building were not completely undisclosed.
The less people know about this matter, the better.
"That person is really so scary?"
The mud bodhisattva squinted and smiled, a curious light flashed between his eyes.
King Zhennan didn't want to entangle on the point that the Apocalypse Assassin was "terrible or not terrible". He used short words to tell the content of the two people's meeting and conversation.
"Oh?" The mud bodhisattva became even more curious about the mysterious assassin who changed the conversation of the Southern Prince. After a moment of contemplation, the mud bodhisattva muttered to himself: "The world is two cents? What a courage... Lord, you agreed. ?"
Zhennan King sneered and lowered his voice: "How could this King agree to such an excessive request!? In the end, this King only surrendered five provinces!"
The mud bodhisattva was silent.
He felt that the land was cut in half, and it was not much different from cutting a little.
The point is, Lord Nan cut off.
When the mud bodhisattva was silent, Lord Nan thought about the silence of the other party and felt a little aggrieved, but he quickly laughed: "Even if there are three provinces, if you want to dig a piece from my world, it's not that way. Easy!"
"If he has the ability to take it away! I'm afraid he... will not live!"
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After leaving Jingnan City.
Yi Lin sits by a wilderness river, sits quietly and fishes.
The fishing rods and hooks were made temporarily and looked crude and unprofessional.
Bai Chuchu lay on the side, watching the fish coming and going in the river, she couldn't bear to dig the soil in front of her with her claws.
She feels very strange. With the young master's ability, it doesn't have to be so troublesome to catch fish. But looking at the young master's expression, why look at it a little bit of fun?
"Don't ask," Yi Lin saw through Chuchu's thoughts and took the initiative to explain: "I'm not fishing, it's loneliness."
Since Master said so,
Bai Chuchu didn't ask whether the fish was fishing or not.
She chose to ask another thing.
"Master, do human beings value'territory' very much?"
"Oh? As a dignified cat, why would you ask like that?"
"Master, don't you ask for half of the soil as a reward?"
"You're talking about this," Yi Lin sat on the rock, shook the fishing rod lightly, and smiled: "Generally speaking, the king of Zhennan begged me to do something, and when my lion opened his mouth, he would have Two speculations."
The cat listened quietly.
Yi Lin continued: "One, asking prices everywhere; this is a common bargaining technique. He would think that when I asked for such a high price at the beginning, I reserved room for bargaining. For example, you want a hundred fish in one breath. Isn’t that too much? But what if your psychological price is just a mere ten fish?"
Bai Chuchu suddenly realized: "So that's it! Master, you would say, ‘You want too much! Twenty items!’ Even if it’s twenty, Chu Chu has made a lot of money!"
"Smart, that's the truth."
Yi Lin gave a compliment.
"But master, you only said one, so what about the second?"
"Second..." Yi Lin chuckled, shaking his wrist, and a live fish weighing several kilograms was thrown high and fell in front of the bewildered Bai Chuchu. Yi Lin took out the tools from the storage space. Proficiency in descaling, bleeding, bone formation and slicing.
In the process of processing the ingredients, Yi Lin continued to explain: "The second guess is simpler to put it bluntly. No matter how much I want, it has nothing to do with my real psychological price. It's all smoke bombs."
"Then master, what do you want?"
Huh.
Yi Lin put a plate of sashimi in front of Bai Chuchu.
The white cat immersed himself in bitterness.
The sashimi has a special flavor.
"Children only make choices. Of course I want them all," Yi Lin smiled, and the carpenter's knife drew a round pie-shaped outline in front of him: "What I want is... the world."
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The flames of war spread.
Quandong wins Shenzhou, and there is no escape.
Countless people have been displaced,
Countless people are homeless,
Countless wives are scattered,
Countless people...grass grows on the tomb.
Xia Xiaoman was out on the battlefield, and it was winter again.
Jisheng calendar nineteen years.
January.
Xia Xiaoman was in the north, facing the King of the North.
The king of Zhengbei has taken refuge in the eldest prince, and he is full of confidence. He claims to be "Human Sovereign Orthodox" and shouts the slogan "Retake the Xia Family".
In an unnamed valley, the army led by Xia Xiaoman met with a team of hundreds of scouts from King Zheng.
The Shenwu Army relied on an overwhelming number of advantages to achieve a big victory.
The Shenwu Army captured fifty people from the Northern King's Army and escorted them to the barracks.
Many blood-stained prisoners were locked in cages made of stainless steel.
"General Zhenping, General Shenwu has passed the letter to him. Please use General Zhenping to perform the soul-searching fairy method to find out the marching deployment of the Northern King's Army."
An elite martial arts army presented a secret scroll.
Xia Xiaoman was expressionless and tore open the secret scroll, took a look, then threw it into the stove, destroying the corpse.
"The general interrogated the prisoners personally."
Xia Xiaoman walked towards the prison camp alone with his sonorous steps.
On the way, many soldiers of the Shenwu Army gave this legendary female general a look of admiration.
If at the beginning, they were quite critical of a woman riding on their head to give orders, but after nearly half a year of guerrilla warfare, no one had such a stupid idea.
First of all, Xia Xiaoman, as a golden core refiner, can easily deal with an army of thousands on the battlefield, not to mention one rider.
Furthermore, this General Jinping, no matter how desperate he is facing, he always has some bizarre strategies to lead his soldiers to protruding the siege and killing him.
It can be said that among the thousand soldiers led by Xia Xiaoman, everyone has taken a life from Xia Xiaoman, and some have more than one.
They seemed to be born again, and they obeyed General Shinpei's words, and lived and died.
No one still remembers that she was the old princess who lived in the deep palace. They only knew that the woman in battle armor and face was the unparalleled Zhenping female general.
"Brother Jian, Brother Jian, Xia Xiaoman called Senior Brother Jian, over."
On the way to the prisoner camp, Xia Xiaoman waved to the subordinates who had cast admiring gazes from time to time, while taking out the nails and contacting Jian Nanchun.
Although Jian Nanchun hadn't appeared for a long time, Xia Xiaoman knew that Senior Brother Jian was nearby.
Whether it's practicing cultivation or sleeping, Brother Jian must be there.
It's like, Senior Brother Lin Yi is also in a corner of the end of the world, working hard for this great gang. Xia Xiaoman firmly believes this.
She has been able to hold on to this day, and the two seniors have contributed a lot as the spiritual support.
"Uh..." Jian Nanchun quickly replied. During the call, he yawned and didn't seem to wake up: "What's the matter...cough cough, junior sister, calling senior brother, what's the matter?"
Xia Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, and still told her request.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Xia Xiaoman finished speaking, Jian Nanchun was immediately relieved of sleepiness, with a serious tone: "What did you say? Are you going to search for the soul secret?"
"…Yes."
"I don't understand that thing!" Jian Nanchun's tone became colder: "Even if there is, I will never teach you! Junior sister! If you use the soul search method, how is it different from a demon disciple?"
"But I...wasn't I expelled from the division?"
When Jian Nanchun heard it, his words were immediately lost.
He thought to himself, isn't this just a pretender?
If you don't expel you from the Heavenly Sword Sect, it's not easy to explain it in the circle!
Do you really do not understand or fake do not understand?
Jiannanchun froze for a while, UU reading www.uukanshu.com finally failed to pierce this relationship, categorically saying: "No!"
After all, Jian Nanchun took the initiative to disconnect the call.
Xia Xiaoman let out a long sigh, pressed the scabbard around her waist with her right hand, and stepped into the prison camp.
In the cages, the prisoners with their hands and feet locked up, under Xia Xiaoman's instruction, raised them one by one, kneeling in a row. Behind each prisoner, there is a dedicated Shenwu Army soldier who puts a bright war knife on the prisoner's neck.
The long sword defeated Xue, Xia Xiaoman did not take the Frost Snow sword, but drew the Shenwu Army's standard sword from his waist.
Because she felt...this would dirty her Frost Snow Sword.
"This general only asks once," Xia Xiaoman's gaze was ironic, and with a long knife pointed, he swept across the complex emotions of the fifty prisoners' faces, which were mixed with anger, despair, and tragic: "Who will say that the king of Zheng Bei first The deployment of troops in Lujiang City, spare him not to die."