I really don't want to be a disaster

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

"Let me tell you, Lord Nan, if I don't know you well and know that you are not a man, otherwise, if you ask me to have a secret meeting on such an occasion, if you are someone else, I'm afraid it will cause a big misunderstanding."

The mud bodhisattva was stuck against the wall of the latrine, watching Zhennan Wang squeezed in carefully, with an embarrassed wry smile on his face.

Xia Xingchen gritted his teeth: "This place is safe."

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

"No," Xia Xingchen shook his head, expressing his thoughts, "He doesn't care."

The current situation in a nutshell is,

Xia Xingchen was frightened by the Apocalypse Assassin's ability 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 mud bodhisattva is also helpless.

He never expected that an assassin who wasn't from the Bodhisattva Building could scare Nan Wangye into such a bird.

King Zhennan had private contact with the Tianqi Assassin. In the entire Bodhisattva building, except for Ni Bodhisattva, no one else knew about it.

Because Xia Xingchen knew very well that although the Bodhisattva Building was under the control of Ni Bodhisattva, the assassins in this building were not people who had not leaked information at all.

The less people know about this, the better.

"That man, is he really so scary?"

The mud bodhisattva squinted his eyes and smiled, a curious light flashed in the slits of his eyes.

Zhennan Wang didn't want to get entangled in the point of "scary or not" about the Tianqi assassin. He used short words to describe the content of the meeting and conversation between the two.

"Oh?" The mud bodhisattva was even more curious about the mysterious assassin who made Nan Wang's expression change. After a moment of contemplation, the mud bodhisattva murmured to himself: "The world is divided into two? How bold...My lord, you promise gone?"

King Zhennan sneered and lowered his voice: "How could this king agree to such an exorbitant request!? In the end, this king only gave up five provinces!"

The mud bodhisattva was silent.

He feels that it is not much different from cutting the land, cutting half, and cutting a little.

The point is, Prince Nan cut it off.

When the mud bodhisattva was silent, Nan Wangye thought about the deep meaning of the other party's silence, and felt a little aggrieved, but he quickly laughed again: "Even if it is five provinces, it is not so difficult to steal a piece of my world." Easy!"

"If he has the ability to take it away! I'm afraid that he... will lose his life!"

……

……

After leaving Jingnan City.

Yi Lin sat by a river in the wilderness, quietly fishing.

The fishing rods and hooks are all made temporarily. They look 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 felt very strange, with the young master's ability, it didn't take so much trouble to catch fish, but looking at the young master's expression, why did he seem to enjoy it?

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

Since the young master has said so,

Bai Chuchu didn't ask whether the fish should be caught or not.

She chose to ask another matter.

"Master, do humans value 'territory'?"

"Oh? As a majestic cat, why would you ask such a question?"

"Master, didn't you ask for half of the soil as a reward?"

"This is what you're talking about," Yi Lin sat on the rock, shook the fishing rod slightly, and smiled: "Generally speaking, when King Zhennan asks me to do something, and my lion opens his mouth, he will Two speculations."

The cat listened quietly.

Yi Lin went on to say, "One, ask for the sky-high price; this is a common bargaining method, he will think that I asked such a high price at the beginning, just to reserve room for bargaining. For example, if you want a hundred fish in one go, Isn’t it too much? But what if your psychological price is only ten fish?”

Bai Chuchu suddenly realized: "I see! Young master, you will say, 'You want too much! Twenty!', even if it is twenty, Chuchu is still making a lot of money!"

"Smart, that's the reason."

Yi Lin praised it.

"But young master, what you said is only one, what about the second?"

"Secondly..." Yi Lin chuckled, and with a flick of her wrist, a live fish weighing several kilograms was thrown high and landed in front of the bewildered Bai Chuchu. Yi Lin took out tools from the storage space , skillfully descaled, bled, boned and sliced.

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 actually has nothing to do with my real psychological price. It's all just smoke bombs."

"Then young master, what exactly do you want?"

Swish.

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

The white cat ate hard.

Sashimi, don't have a flavor.

"Children make choices, of course I want everything," Yi Lin smiled, and a carpenter's knife drew a round cake-shaped outline in front of her: "What I want is... the world."

……

……

The flames of war spread.

Quandong wins Shenzhou, and there is no escape.

Countless people were displaced,

Countless people are homeless,

Numerous wives are scattered,

Countless people... Grass grows on their graves.

Xia Xiaoman was away on a campaign, and it was winter again for this campaign.

The 19th year of Jisheng calendar.

January.

Xia Xiaoman is in the north, fighting against King Zhengbei.

The king of Zhengbei gained the support of the eldest prince, and he was full of confidence. He called himself "Human Emperor orthodox", and shouted the slogan of "recapture the Xia family".

In an unnamed valley, the army led by Xia Xiaoman met a scouting team of hundreds of people from King Zhengbei.

The Shenwu Army won a big victory by virtue of their overwhelming numbers.

The Shenwu Army captured 50 members of the Northern King Army and escorted them to the barracks.

Many captives with bloodstained faces were locked in cages made of refined steel.

"General Zhenping, General Shenwu sent a letter to ask General Zhenping to use the soul-searching method to find out the marching deployment of the Northern King's Army."

An elite martial arts soldier presented a secret volume.

Xia Xiaoman tore open the secret scroll with a blank expression, took a look at it, and threw it into the stove to destroy the corpse.

"The general personally interrogated the prisoners."

Xia Xiaoman was alone, walking towards the prisoner's camp with sonorous steps.

On the way, many soldiers of the Shenwu Army showed admiration for this legendary female general.

If we say that at the beginning, they still complained about a woman riding on their head and giving orders, but after nearly half a year of bloody guerrilla wars between the North and the South, no one has such stupid ideas anymore.

First of all, Xia Xiaoman was a Jindan Qi Refiner, and on the battlefield, not to mention one rider could be worth ten thousand, one man could deal with an army of thousands with ease.

Furthermore, this General Shinpei, no matter how desperate the predicament he faced, always had some bizarre strategies to lead the soldiers out of the encirclement and kill them all.

It can be said that among the 1000 personal soldiers led by Xia Xiaoman, each of them has received a life from Xia Xiaoman, and some have more than one life.

They seemed to be reborn, and they also obeyed General Shinpei's words, and they followed life and death.

No one still remembers that she was the grand princess who lived in the deep palace in the past. They only know that this woman in battle armor and with a firm face is the unparalleled female general Zhenping.

"Senior Brother Jian, Senior Brother Jian, Xia Xiaoman called Senior Brother Jian, OVER."

On the way to the prisoner's camp, Xia Xiaoman waved to the subordinates who looked at him with admiration from time to time, while taking out the nails and contacting Jian Nanchun.

Although Jian Nanchun hadn't shown up for a while, Xia Xiaoman knew that Brother Jian was nearby.

Whether it's cultivation or sleeping, Brother Jian must be there.

It's like, Senior Brother Lin Yi is also in a corner of the world, working hard for this great cause.Xia Xiaoman firmly believed in this.

She has been able to persevere until now, thanks to the two senior brothers as spiritual pillars.

"Uh..." Jian Nanchun replied quickly. During the call, he yawned, as if he didn't wake up: "What's the matter...cough cough, junior sister, why are you calling senior brother?"

Xia Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, but still made his request.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xia Xiaoman finished speaking, Jian Nanchun immediately felt relieved, and said in a serious tone, "What did you say? You want to search for the secret method of the soul?"

"……Yes."

"I don't understand that thing!" Jian Nanchun's tone was a bit cold: "Even if there is, I will never teach you! Junior sister! If you use the soul-searching method, how is it different from a disciple of the Demon Sect?"

"But... haven't I been kicked out of the teacher?"

Jian Nanchun was at a loss for words when he heard it.

He thought to himself, isn't this just a show?

If you don't drive you out of the Heavenly Sword Gate in the open, it will be hard to explain in the circle!

Do you really not understand or fake?

Jian Nanchun faltered for a while, but in the end he still didn't break through this relationship, and said firmly: "No!"

After finishing speaking, Jian Nanchun took the initiative to cut off the call.

Xia Xiaoman let out a long sigh, pressed the scabbard around his waist with his right hand, and stepped into the prison camp.

One by one, the captives who were chained siblings, under Xia Xiaoman's instruction, proposed one by one and knelt in a row.Behind every prisoner, there is a soldier of the Shenwu Army who is dedicated to his duty, putting a bright sword on the neck of the prisoner.

The long sword beats the snow, Xia Xiaoman didn't hold the Frost Snow Sword, but pulled out the Shenwu Army's standard sword from his waist.

Because she felt...it would dirty her Frost Snow Sword.

"The general will only ask once." Xia Xiaoman's eyes were iron, and he pointed his long knife, scanning the complex emotions of anger, despair, and tragedy on the faces of the fifty prisoners: "Who is the first to say that the king who is going to conquer the North is here?" Deploy the troops of Lujiang City, let him not die."

Chapter 935

Inside the prisoner camp.

Fifty prisoners of the Northern King Army who had been hungry all night were surrounded by a group of elite Shenwu Army and flew southward.

Not to mention, the person in charge of interrogating them in front of them is a Jindan cultivator who doesn't talk about martial arts and goes to the battlefield himself.

No one thought of escaping.

Even if someone practiced the "iron legs floating on the water" to the extreme, he would be pierced by the flying sword like a cannonball, and blood would be sprinkled in the sky.

Although Xia Xiaoman was using a standard saber, the Frost Snow Sword was fluttering silently behind her, which seemed to show her status as a Golden Core cultivator.

The captives were silent, not daring to speak out.

Xia Xiaoman frowned: "Don't you want to say anything?"

"Hey!" The prisoner on the far left sneered: "Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated! We will never betray Prince Bei!"

"Exactly!" Someone took the initiative to speak, and the second prisoner from the left, I don't know who gave him the courage, he boldly said in a cold voice: "Mere girl, want to fight for the world like the princes? It's ridiculous! The eldest prince With King Zhengbei, the Xia Clan is orthodox, and the destiny belongs to it!"

"Shh-"

The knife flashed.

Two heads flew high.

Xia Xiaoman didn't agree with each other, and swung his knife.