The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

Jiang Yingcheng leaned over to check on the condition of her brother Jinshu.

His eyes were closed, his breathing was long, and he looked like he was fast asleep.

His gaze shifted and fell on Uncle Yu and Uncle Wu at the door.

The two men were sitting at the table. They found a comfortable position, closed their eyes and fell asleep.

She quickly got up from the ground, put on her shoes, tiptoed towards the two uncles, and then...

Without a word, he sprinkled a whole packet of powder!

[Is this all right?] She held her breath and whispered to 007 in her heart to confirm.

After getting a positive answer, he ran out in a hurry.

The "da da da" sound went farther and farther away, and was gradually drowned out by the chaotic sounds of the camp.

Yu Xingmian and Wu Leyong opened their eyes and quickly rushed out of the tent. They quickly dusted off the medicine powder on their bodies and moved to the next place like lightning.

When the powder on their bodies was almost cleaned, they took a deep breath: "Hu——"

Finally I can breathe.

Before his breathing became steady, Wu Leyong turned his head with a worried look on his face, looking in the direction the little fellow left: "Liaochen and the others... should have followed..."

"Don't worry," Yu Xingmian said, "The three new people Liaochen found were all nightmares for the people in the old times."

Several "nightmares" huddled on an ancient tree with lush branches and leaves, their eyes moving through the layers of leaves, following the figure of the little guy.

"Is the news accurate?" Siming asked Lechen behind him in a low voice, "Why haven't we seen anyone sneaking out yet?"

Lechen was also a little unsure: "General Dong said so, it shouldn't be false..."

Not long ago, Dong Kangsheng personally walked to the tent where the little guy was, called him out, and said that their target person should be observing the little guy's movements, wanting to use this to determine the truth of the news.

The fact that the little guy would try every possible way to escape once something happened to Emperor Mingze was already well-known, and no one had expected this to happen.

The success or failure of the entire plan depended on this one move. A group of adults who were so anxious that they were foaming at the mouth finally decided not to restrict the little guy's movements in the camp anymore. They only asked Lachen and a few others to protect him secretly and make sure that the little guy would not get hurt at all.

This is what happens now.

But the little guy was about to walk out of the camp, and the man in the darkness didn't make any moves, so everyone was very worried.

"If he doesn't take action, why don't we - " Or should we take the little guy back first and think of other ways?

Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by the person next to him: "Here it comes!"

The two of them immediately fell silent and looked over intently.

In the darkness of night, a stealthy figure kept running through the chaotic crowd in the camp, and followed stealthily in the direction where the little guy left. After confirming with his own eyes that the little guy had walked out of the camp, he turned around and followed another hidden path, sneaking into the jungle in the dark.

Two dark shadows followed silently.

"Hurry up!"

That side is no longer their responsibility, but the little guy's figure is getting smaller and smaller!

Four figures rushed out from two trees not far apart and ran wildly in the direction the little guy left. They were so fast that only a few shadows were left behind.

【Hey! 】

Jiang Yingcheng jumped down from a small tree half a person's height, covered his mouth and dared not make any sound.

[Has the patrol uncle gone far away? ]

She walked forward cautiously, and when she heard the noise, she suddenly jumped behind a tree to observe the situation, and continued to talk to 007: [Brother Tong, why don’t you say anything? ]

From the moment she climbed up the tree to avoid patrol, 007 seemed to have suddenly gone offline and never made any sound again.

[Brother Tong, are you going to regret it?! ]

Jiang Yingcheng's breathing stagnated, and he frantically tried to reason with it: [We are all mature systems, we can't do such immoral things! ]

If 007 didn't provide her with a route map, she would have no way of finding her handsome father on her own!

After a while, 007's voice finally sounded, and even a hint of difficulty could be heard in the mechanical electronic sound.

[…Something seems to be wrong.]

【What's wrong? 】

[Your father——] 007's voice paused for a moment.

Jiang Yingcheng quickly asked: [My father? ]

007 wanted to continue talking, but after scanning the surrounding situation with the radar, he chose to play dead and log off.

[Wow? Brother Tong, are you still there? Are you still there? Are you still there? Still there——]

Huh?

Jiang Yingcheng suddenly stopped talking to 007, and the scenery in front of her gradually became taller in her astonished eyes.

Someone lifted her up from behind.

Jiang Yingcheng subconsciously reached into the small bag on his chest and rummaged around in his little fleshy hands, tightly grasping a hidden weapon box. The panic in his heart calmed down a little.

[Cheng, Chengcheng is father's favorite child, Chengcheng can't cry! ]

She sniffed hard and made up her mind that when the person behind her turned her over, she would suddenly press the mechanism of the hidden weapon to let him know how powerful she was!

The person behind him suddenly sneered coldly, as if he was thinking of something.

The dumpling in mid-air froze visibly.

Wuwuwu——

It’s still so scary——

The person behind him sighed helplessly again.

"How's that guy doing?" Jiang Yanchuan finally took the little guy in the air into his arms and spoke without turning his head.

Liaochen, who had quietly fallen behind the two men, responded, "Your Majesty, that man left the camp in another direction, and Lord Xu has already led his men to follow him."

Jiang Yanchuan's eyes were fixed on the little guy. He watched him look up at him with a dazed expression, and then watched his little hands hurriedly hide the box of hidden weapons. Then, he waved his hand and ordered the entire row of his men behind him to retreat.

He freed one hand and pinched the little guy's chubby face: "Not listening again?"

The last time he went to look for the "Little Utopia", he was very moved, but he also took the opportunity to make three rules for the little guy: never run out without care under similar circumstances again.

Although the little guy was very reluctant, he still agreed hesitantly under his worried gaze.

Only a few days had passed and they broke the agreement between them.

Jiang Yanchuan's lips were almost pressed into a straight line, and he decided to teach the little girl a lesson today, so that she would remember not to make the same mistake again next time.

"Now you know you're afraid?"

The little guy in his arms didn't move for a long time, his body as stiff as the stone lions at the entrance of the temple.

"It's too late," he said expressionlessly, "Father wants to..."

The stern voice paused for a moment, and the rest of the words were swallowed back by him.

Jiang Yanchuan's throat rolled a few times, and his eyes flickered in the light of the fire in the camp not far away.

Then he stopped moving.

The little guy in his arms stared at him blankly for a while, and then tears fell without warning.

Jiang Yanchuan was no longer able to say any words of blame.