Pick up a princess to be your wife

Xiong Mo is a complete chatterbox; he can talk on and on for ages.

Sima Hong was somewhat bewildered after hearing Xiong Mo's words.

He didn't say a word, how did this kid say it all?

Moreover, the more this kid talked, the more outrageous it became, even portraying him as a discarded pawn?

How long has it been since this happened? I bet no one else knows.

Sima Hong represents a powerful force; how could those people not help him when they know he's in trouble?

Besides, Sima Hong's defeat today was indeed a miscalculation.

But that doesn't mean Sima Hong was nothing.

It's obvious that this guy who talks a lot of nonsense is completely useless after all his analysis.

“Hey, Second Uncle, right? I’m not lying to you. Have you heard of my Uncle Zhao? I’m not afraid to tell you, he’s probably attacking Qinghe County right now. Once Qinghe is taken, Bohai will be like a dumpling surrounded.” Xiong Mo said.

Sima Hong had never communicated with someone like Xiong Mo before, and he had no idea how to respond to Xiong Mo's words.

It was as if the two of them were thinking in completely different worlds.

"Hey, Second Uncle, I'm only trying to persuade you because you're related to my mother by blood. We're not actually related by blood. If I really kill you today, I'll just consider it as if I shaved my head this January. That way, your death won't be my fault, right?"

Sima Hong's face flushed red and then turned pale.

What the hell is this all about?

Does this kid have any logic in what he's saying?

He felt pain in his shoulder just now, but now his shoulder doesn't hurt at all; his head is throbbing.

Sima Hong looked at Sima Xiangyue.

“Eldest sister, since eldest brother’s death, the Sima clan has been leaderless. But the Sima clan’s century-old foundation will never be handed over to others. So you should give up on that idea…”

Before he could finish speaking, an unexpected situation arose.

Xiong Mo looked up at the sky.

Countless tiny black dots appeared on the horizon.

At first, Xiong Mo thought he had floaters.

It's possible that I've been practicing shooting too much lately, which has affected my eyesight.

But in the blink of an eye, Xiong Mo realized that it wasn't floaters.

Hundreds and thousands of stones of all sizes were raining down on them from above!

"No! Get out of here!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Large and small stones fell, and in an instant, the not-so-small ancestral home of the Sima family was reduced to ruins.

Sima Xiangyue reacted quickly, rushing forward to grab Xiong Mo and constantly dodging and weaving to avoid the falling rocks.

After a few quick movements, Sima Xiangyue ran into the collapsed front hall, found a mechanism on the ground, opened a hidden door, and quickly hid underground.

Sima Gang and Sima Hong followed Sima Xiangyue almost simultaneously into the basement.

Although the White Horse Army outside was in a state of panic, they managed to enter the underground tunnel in an orderly and extremely swift manner.

The loud sound of stones falling outside continued for at least a quarter of an hour before it finally stopped.

"Form ranks! Count the number of people!" Xiong Mo said urgently.

Of the more than one hundred guards, only about eighty are currently crammed into the basement; forty or fifty are still inside.

After confirming the number of people, Xiong Mo quickly sent someone up to find them.

The White Horse Army moved very quickly, and soon all the brothers who hadn't had time to go into the burrow came down.

Those who remained on the ground all found places to hide from the stones.

They were all martial arts masters, so none of them were killed by the falling rocks.

There were a dozen or so unlucky people who were accidentally hit by rocks and injured, but they were all minor injuries and nothing serious.

Fortunately, no one died, which put Xiong Mo at ease.

These soldiers were all his precious darlings; he would be heartbroken for a long time if even one of them died.

Fortunately, the Sima family's ancestral home had a basement, and the entrance was inside the front hall.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for all of the more than one hundred people to have survived.

“Looks like my analysis was right after all, Second Uncle. You really have become a pawn in your organization. Look at that scene just now, it was obvious they wanted to kill you too.” Xiong Mo said to Sima Hong.

Sima Hong sat cross-legged on the ground, his face extremely pale.

At first, he thought Xiong Mo's deductions were nonsense.

How could Sima Hong possibly become a pawn? He was a key figure with a pivotal position.

But just now, that wave of falling rocks was clearly meant to kill him along with them.

Did Xiong Mo's jinx really come true? He really became a discarded pawn?

But what's going on here?

What happened in the city was very sudden.

All the men Sima Hong brought were detained by the White Horse Army; there shouldn't be anyone who could go out and deliver messages.

At this point, Sima Hong felt that it was possible that after joining the rebellion, he had been living under their surveillance ever since.

In fact, they knew everything that was happening in the city, including what had just happened.

The reason those people attacked indiscriminately was because they saw that he had been captured, so they wanted to eliminate him as well.

He was completely unimportant to those people!

Sima Hong felt extremely distressed, as if he had been betrayed.

“Second Uncle, look, we’ve been completely exposed. If you don’t confess, once those people surround us, they’ll definitely wipe you out too, and they won’t give you any chance of survival,” Xiong Mo continued.

"Shut your crow mouth!"

Sima Hong felt that Xiong Mo's mouth must be blessed, because whatever he said might actually happen.

But before Sima Hong could utter a single curse word, Xiong Mo immediately pulled out a gun and pointed it at Sima Hong's forehead.

"Get your stance straight. You're my hostage now. How dare you talk to me like that?" Xiong Mo said irritably.

I've seen plenty of stubborn people like Xiong Mo, but I've never seen anyone whose mouth is tougher than a gun.

“Sima Hong, the situation is similar to what Mo’er said. You’ve done your best for those people, but they don’t take you seriously at all. You still have a chance to turn back now, but once the White Horse Army enters the city, you’ll really have no chance.”

Sima Xiangyue pointed at Xiong Mo and continued.

“My son is right about one thing: the White Horse Army has indeed attacked. No matter how capable you are, do you have anything comparable to the Divine Cannon Army?” Sima Xiangyue said.

Sima Hong remained silent.

"Sima Hong! They've abandoned you! Do you really want to take the entire Sima clan with you to your death?" Sima Gang pointed at Sima Hong, filled with righteous indignation.