The prince is shameless

The next day, Xie Lian received the envoy of the Yunwu tribe alone, and finally a compromise seemed to be reached, allowing the so-called "Holy Son" to follow the envoy back to Yunwu.

The Yunwu tribe seemed to have expected this a long time ago, and they prepared their sedan chairs and waited outside the barracks.

Wen Xing looked back at the Northern Dynasty camp that was drifting away, and finally lowered the curtain.

"Song Ran, I didn't expect you to be that Wen Xing!" Luo Qing, who was sitting in the sedan chair at Wen Xing's request, said with emotion.

Qin Hao on the side also echoed.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the two people Xie Lian chose for him were Luo Qing and Qin Hao.

Wen Xing smiled apologetically at them, and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you before."

"It's okay! Who hasn't made a little secret yet." Qin Hao waved his hands very generously, smiling honestly and kindly.

Luo Qing also squeezed out a smile to express that he didn't mind.

Wen Xing smiled and chatted with them about something else.

The campsite of the Yunwu people was not too far from Beichao. After walking for a long time, they finally arrived.

"Welcome to the return of Lord Son!"

As soon as Wen Xing got off the sedan chair, he was frightened by the uniform battle. He barely maintained his composure and glanced at the messenger.

In the secret conversation this morning, he specifically stated that he would not fully accept this identity until there was not enough evidence to prove that he was the Son of God.

The envoy quickly apologized and stepped forward to explain the situation to everyone.

Everyone stood up obediently and lined up two teams to make way for Wen Xing.

The envoy led the way, and Wen Xing followed him all the way to the tent in the middle.

"Master Shengzi." The guard in front of the tent shouted respectfully, then turned around and entered the tent to ask for instructions.

Wen Xing took the opportunity to look around.

Generally speaking, there is not much difference from that of the Northern Dynasty.

Not long after, the guard who went in to report came out, clasped his fists and said: "The leader said that he hopes that Lord Shengzi can go in alone."

Wen Xing raised his eyebrows, did not refuse after all, gave Luo Qing a look and walked in.

Inside the tent, a man in soft armor sat at the main seat.Beside the man stood a woman with her head bowed and dressed in coarse linen.

"Good day, Lord Son." The man walked down from the main seat with a smile, and bowed deeply to Wen Xing.

Wen Xing turned sideways to avoid it, and said, "I dare not take it."

The man was not annoyed, he stood up and introduced himself, "Xia Danren is the seventh leader of the Yunwu clan."

Shan Ren laughed so hypocritically that it made Wen Xing feel uncomfortable.But in order to complete the task, he forced himself to relax his expression, and asked, "I wonder if Chief Shan has evidence to prove that I am the 'holy son' you call?"

Shan Ren smiled and said, "Of course there are. Cen Yan, bring the holy water up."

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman beside him walked up to Wen Xing with a bowl of water.

"This is the holy water of our family. As long as anyone with the blood of the Holy Maiden and the Son, a small red spot will appear on the back of the hand within half an hour after touching this water." Shan Ren explained with a smile, and said it miraculously.

Wen Xing didn't believe what they were doing, but he didn't refuse, allowing the woman named Cen Yan to pick up a wooden spoon and gently sprinkle the so-called holy water on the back of his hand.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a bright red dot appeared on the back of Wen Xing's hand.

Wen Xing didn't think it was too strange, and went ahead and pretended that he was convinced of this matter.

Shan Ren ordered someone to move a chair for him to sit on, and talked to him with special concern about how much money and manpower had been spent in finding him in recent years.

Wen Xing didn't believe a word of this, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly said: "But how do I remember that Princess Qingyang wanted to assassinate me before?"

The smile on Shan Ren's face faltered, and he continued with a dry cough: "Qingyang is ignorant, and always feels that your presence will hinder her status."

This reason was so far-fetched that Wen Xing couldn't believe it.

He secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, and didn't continue to disturb Shan Ren's one-sided lyricism, he sat quietly on the chair and pretended to listen carefully.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Xing felt a strange itching suddenly rise on the back of his hand.

The itching gradually spread along the back of the hand, penetrating deeper into it little by little.

Wen Xing frowned tightly, his eyes turned cold.

"what have you done!"

The false smile on Shan Ren's lips gradually became weird, he chuckled lightly, and said, "It's nothing, it's just a gift for the Holy Son."

"This is the latest Gu I have developed. It doesn't need the body of the Gu worm. It can penetrate into the body in half a quarter of an hour as long as it is soaked in the water. Presumably, Master Shengzi must be itching unbearably right now? Don't worry, just wait a little longer. Half a quarter of an hour will turn life into death."

Shan Ren got up and walked step by step in front of Wen Xing, the smile in his eyes only made one's hair stand on end.

Wen Xing gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out.

Shan Ren sneered, squeezed Wen Xing's chin, and said, "Your face looks a lot like that bitch mother of yours. It's a pity, she just can't think about disregarding the family rules and those nonsense Central Plains people Fornication, gave birth to a little bastard like you."

In Shan Ren's eyes, Wen Xing caught a trace of almost pathological paranoia.

Enduring the overwhelming feeling in his body and the pain of being strangled in his jaw, he smiled contemptuously and said, "Oh, you said she was a bitch, so what are you? A poor bastard who likes bitches?"

"Snapped--"

As if the last sentence had stabbed Shan Ren's sore foot, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped him hard.

"Why do you call me poor bastard!"

There was a roaring sound in the ears, and traces of blood spilled from the corners of his lips.Wen Xing, however, acted as if nothing had happened, and let out a low laugh with a sullen face.

"Isn't it? Love can't be hard, right? It's a pity, the saint has taken a fancy to a piece of bullshit, and even the people of the Central Plains look down on you."

He spared no effort to irritate Shan Ren, thinking in his heart when the effect of the pill would be fully exerted——

Before going to the Yunwu tribe, Wen Xing broke open the beads of the bracelet and swallowed a pill that could undo all kinds of Gu.

Otherwise, he wasn't stupid enough to contaminate the water of the Yunwu tribe at will.

"Shut up!"

Shan Ren raised his hand and was about to slap again, but finally stopped in mid-air.

He suddenly smiled sinisterly: "It seems that the amount of holy water is not enough, so the Holy Son is so energetic. It doesn't matter, I still have a lot here."

"Cen Yan! Splash all the remaining holy water on Lord Shengzi!"

Wen Xing's heart skipped a beat.

It seems to be playing off.

He forgot that the so-called "holy water" was just sprinkled a little bit.

Although the pill can undo a hundred Gu, but one can only undo it once.

Not to mention whether he has time to take another pill, but now he only has the last pill left.

As Cen Yan approached step by step, Wen Xing moved his right hand slightly, ready to draw out his dagger for a final blow.

At this moment, an accident happened.

When Cen Yan walked between Wen Xing and Shan Ren, he suddenly turned around and splashed all the holy water in his hand on Shan Ren's face.

"Ah - what are you bitch doing!"

Shan Ren let out a scream, wiped off the water stains on his face, and glared.

"I don't allow you to touch my Mengmeng..."

"I don't allow you to touch my Mengmeng..."

"I don't allow you to touch my Mengmeng!"

Cen Yan repeated it over and over again like a bewilderment, and finally rushed towards Shan Ren like crazy.

The Gu-poison couldn't be used for a while, Shan Ren kicked Cen Yan away, and shouted viciously: "Get out of here, you bitch! If you don't want to be honest after getting the Gu, then you will be with that little bastard!" Go to hell!"

Cen Yan was kicked down beside Wen Xing, her disheveled hair fell apart, revealing a face that resembled Wen Xing half or half.

The pills were already starting to take effect, and the throbbing pain in his body gradually subsided.Wen Xing stared blankly at that face for a moment, then immediately reacted and blew a loud and piercing long whistle.

At the same time, the sound of signal flares and fighting sounded outside the tent.

He drew out his dagger and rushed towards Shan Ren.

Seeing his sudden attack, Shan Ren's eyes widened suddenly: "How is it possible, why are you acting like a normal person!"

"Holy medicine... the holy medicine must be with you, right! Hand over the holy medicine!"

Shan Ren also drew out his long sword to meet him, easily defusing Wen Xing's attack.

Wen Xing turned sideways to avoid the cold light of the long sword, facing the ecstasy and disgusting possessiveness in Shang Danren's eyes, he said for the first time, "Fuck you!"

This is the first time that Wen Xing, who has always been self-denying and polite, has said such vulgar words, just because this man really disgusted him.

"If you don't pay, don't blame me for being rude!"

Shan Ren's eyes were involved in tyranny, and before half a quarter of an hour came, he raised his long sword and slashed at Wen Xing vigorously.

Wen Xing only had a short dagger in his hand, so he was gradually getting worse.

Another sword cut through the blue clothes he had just put on this morning, and blood spilled down his left arm, causing bursts of pain.

Come on, hold on!

Wen Xing gritted his teeth tightly, swallowing the blood in his throat.

Because he had only experienced a severe pain, his remaining physical strength was almost exhausted.However, Shan Ren's offensive only increased, as if he was fighting for the last time.

Shan Ren also saw that Wen Xing was exhausted, and kicked him again when he rushed close again.

Wen Xing couldn't help but groan when his back hit the ground firmly, and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Shan Ren saw the right time and was about to launch the final blow to Wen Xing.

But at this moment, Cen Yan, who was kicked aside, suddenly bowed to protect Wen Xing, blocking the sword for him.

"puff--"

The long sword passed through Cen Yan's chest, and the bright red blade barely stopped in the gap between Wen Xing and Cen Yan.

Blood spewed out, and the strong smell of blood was overwhelming.

At this moment, Wen Xing seemed to smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms on Cen Yan's body.

"Mengmeng, mother, I'm sorry..."

【"Mengmeng, it's my mother who is sorry for you..."】

The weak voice accidentally picked up a vague sentence from the deepest memory.

He froze in a daze, and murmured unconsciously: "Mother...?"

A drop of warm liquid dripped on Wen Xing's face - it was Cen Yan's last tear before closing her eyes.

"what--"

Shan Ren suddenly let out a heart-piercing scream.

Wen Xing knew that half a quarter of an hour was up.

He sat up slowly, and gently hugged Cen Yan, who was covered in blood, his eyes were full of bewilderment.

When Xie Yi led a small team of elite soldiers in, he saw this scene.