The First Tyrant of Daxia

Elizabeth repeated eighteen again, her eyes serious, without any trace of lying.

Qin Yun was stunned. Thinking of the scene of her fighting a lion in the arena, it was hard to imagine that this was an eighteen-year-old girl.

Murong Shunhua's astonishment soon subsided, and she opened her red lips and said, "Your Majesty, Western women are different from Central Plains women. It is reasonable that their skin color and facial features are more mature."

Qin Yun nodded. It seemed to be the same in later generations. At the same age, Westerners always looked much more mature.

"Then how come your mother is the Queen of the British Empire, and you are here and you are Persian?"

Elizabeth calmly explained: "My mother and I are both Persian, but the emperor of the British Empire took a fancy to my mother during his travels."

"Then, through a dirty deal with the Emperor of Persia, my mother was sent away, my family was all killed, and I was the only one who survived."

Although she spoke calmly, anyone could sense the underlying hatred within her.

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows. Oh my goodness, isn’t this just taking possession of a commoner’s woman?

"Where is the abyss?" he asked again.

Elizabeth said: "It is similar to the Han people's prison, with strict defenses. No one can get in. It is more difficult than assassinating the top leaders of the coalition forces."

"But for Your Majesty, it may not be difficult!" A hint of pleading appeared in her eyes.

Qin Yun frowned: "So, you and I have a common enemy."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up as she spoke.

But then he changed the subject: "But this does not mean that I want to trade with you. You must know your own identity. Without me, you would have died or been enslaved forever!"

Murong Shunhua on the side was not surprised at all, she knew her man well, although he liked beautiful women, he was never a man without principles, and he didn't like others to negotiate conditions with him.

Elizabeth took two steps forward and said unwillingly, "Is it not possible for me to not have financial freedom?"

"No!" Qin Yun blurted out.

Elizabeth was in despair. Perhaps Qin Yun was the only one in the world who could save her!

Who would have thought that the next second, Qin Yun changed the subject again: "But I can promise you that I will save your mother at the same time, but you have to prove your worth to me. If you can get the three parchment scrolls in your hand, you will be mine."

He was very optimistic about Elizabeth. At the same time, once Persia was destroyed, the next empire to come would be the British Empire. It would be good to do a favor, but it couldn't be done in vain.

"Okay!" Elizabeth was like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, her eyes determined: "Within half a month, I will come back with three heads!"

Hearing this, the whole audience was shocked. Half a month?

The gladiators looked at him as if he were a ghost.

"Okay, I'll wait for your good news here." Qin Yun said.

Elizabeth didn't say anything else and just turned and left.

"What about you?" Qin Yun looked at the gladiators.

Seeing that Elizabeth had already taken action, they gritted their teeth and the brave ones went straight forward to take away a parchment scroll, which represented a mission and a head.

Then, one after another, people came forward to take the parchment scroll and then left. Soon, the castle was emptied out.

"Huh!" Qin Yun let out a long breath and tilted his head to ask, "What do you think?"

Murong Shunhua said seriously: "There is a chance."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Whoever Your Majesty is thinking about is who I am talking about." Murong Shunhua smiled and signed.

Qin Yun curled his lips: "You have been a little naughty recently!"

She rolled her eyes and suddenly said, "But it would be a pity if this Elizabeth died."

"There is no free lunch in the world, and I don't support idle people." Qin Yun said lightly.

Murong Shunhua approached with interest and said, "Idle men don't raise them, but women can."

"Your Majesty, can you bear to let such a beauty die?"

Qin Yun was speechless when he heard this. The headmaster's wife always likes to ask such questions. You can't bear it, right? She is definitely unhappy in her heart, and she doesn't say it, but deliberately provokes you.

You say she has the heart to do that, but she is going to lie again.

Sometimes Qin Yun even wondered if Murong Shunhua was also a soul from thousands of years later.

"Tsk, what's there to be so reluctant about?" he snorted.

Murong Shunhua: "Look into my eyes!"

"What are you looking at? You've been looking at it for years."

"What do you mean?" Murong Shunhua's face turned cold.

Qin Yun felt a chill on his back: "That's not what I meant."

"Is that what you mean? I've known for a long time that you don't like me. You think I've been in Persia for too long and that I've restricted your freedom, right?"

"I didn't know you wrote to the Northern Huns again?"

"Your Majesty, please just say it directly. I'm leaving now!" Murong Shunhua was dissatisfied. She spoke with a hint of bringing up old scores. Her fairy-like aura was mixed with a hint of descent from the mortal world.

Qin Yun was stunned, with a frown on his face. What the hell was going on?

As expected, no matter how good the white moonlight is, after a long time, it will have some bumps and stumbles. The ancients were right!

Feng Lao and others on the side were ashamed and quickly stepped back. It was inconvenient for them to listen, and they didn't dare to listen.

Just when Qin Yun was in a state of panic and at a loss, suddenly...

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, urgent battle report from the border. Barry suddenly mobilized 100,000 troops and launched a blitzkrieg on our flank!"

"Fama City suffered a devastating blow. The defending general Luhu fought to the death and more than 10,000 people died for their country!" The person who brought the news had red eyes.

Upon hearing this, the entire castle was shaken, and everyone was in disbelief. It had been so long since they received news that the Daxia army had suffered losses.

Murong Shunhua's pretty face changed immediately, she stopped bickering and was very sensible.

Qin Yun's face darkened instantly. He was sure that he had heard correctly, and he roared out of control, "What's going on?"

"How did Barry get there?"

The scout's face was grim. "Your Majesty, we still don't know. The 100,000 troops went there very suddenly. General Lu only discovered that they had arrived when they were at the gates of the city."

"Son of a bitch!"

"What's the Military Affairs Office doing? One hundred thousand people were let go without any advance news. The Weight City is almost gone!"

Qin Yun cursed, burning with anger, his heart bleeding, that was more than 10,000 people! Lu Hu was a general with outstanding achievements in the Western battlefield in the past two years. He was promoted from a soldier to a third-rank general, and it was Qin Yun who promoted him personally.

"Bring the person in charge of the Grand Council to me. I want an explanation within two hours. Otherwise, you will all be buried with me!"

His voice was loud and full of anger, because something had obviously gone wrong, otherwise it would have been impossible for Barry, who was right in front of him, to send an army of 100,000 to charge forward.

He was eager to know what was going on!

Murong Shunhua and others looked unhappy. It had been a long time since they saw Qin Yun so angry. After all, in the Sino-Western war, Lu Hu was the highest-ranking general who had died in the battle.