Chapter 880: The emperor loves to listen to stories told by the palace (91)
Unexpectedly, the first words seemed nonchalant, just shrugged his shoulders easily and raised his eyebrows.
"Since you are planning to do this, your lord, then just give the order."
The man smiled, his arrogant eyes full of oweness.
Even Xiang Xing, who was not far away eating melons and watching the show, felt that he wanted to give him a punch.
Don't even talk about the Great King of Southern Xinjiang who was directly irritated by him.
"...Well, this is your first resignation!"
Wu Yuejian was so angry that several heads burst out of his forehead.
The heat in his head, he no longer hesitated at the moment, took out a small bone flute from his waist, and blew it up to the sky.
The sound of Qingyue Xiaosu's flute with extremely strong penetrating power spread to the surroundings in an instant.
However, what he did not expect again was that no matter how many siege orders he blew out, the southern Xinjiang warriors who had been ambushing around him did not encircle and suppress them.
The surroundings were deadly silent.
At this moment, Wu Yuejian suddenly saw that a slender man dressed as a shadow guard suddenly came to the side of the first resignation at an extremely ghostly speed.
He presented a token with blood stains to his hands, and reported back: "Holy Lord, all the'ghosts' around are controlled."
"very good."
The first speech pursed the corners of his scarlet lips with satisfaction and nodded.
He paused for a moment, then suddenly turned his eyes to the side of Wu Yuejian, who was already shocked and unable to control himself, and stretched out his arms needlessly again.
Leng Che's eyes were squinted gloomily, and his lips sneered even more, "Great King of Southern Xinjiang, you seem to have a little less people. If you were not careful by the lone shadow guards, everything was resolved. What can I do?"
"Or, let's just change, let alone here, build a luxurious and noble mausoleum for you, the king, with the highest gift of my Haiqi... Buried you thickly?"
Although the first speech used a tone that was close to a joke, Wu Yuejian's expression in his eyes was severely shocked.
He could see that this guy would definitely dare to play with himself!
Thinking of this, Wu Yuejian couldn't help taking a breath.
He shook his gaze in confusion, but it seemed that he had suddenly remembered something, and he felt a little more confident in his heart.
I can’t help laughing: "If you dare to end this king here, you are not afraid to provoke my elders in southern Xinjiang, and lead Bayang and others to form an alliance with me in southern Xinjiang, and look at you, Haiqi, which is known as the "Golden Land". Are there any more reasons for surrounding countries to encircle and suppress you?"
After all, even Wu Yuejian admired himself immensely.
He could come up with such a wonderful reason to escape!
Unexpectedly, the man in front of him was still indifferent and frivolous.
On the contrary, he blinked and chuckled, "I don't care what Bayang and other Congress do... As for whether you will offend your Nanjiang elders, that's really hard to say."
As the first remark was spoken, the conversation changed suddenly.
"Speaking of speaking, the lone owes your sister to the king. Your second crown prince in southern Xinjiang, Wu Yueqing, is a favor, a brother who died in the Ximeng Grand Canyon to save his lonely brother, and the favor of the king of Anyang. Here comes..."
Speaking of this, the man even pretended to slap his head and curl his lips triumphantly, "My lord, you say, if Gu is to use the command of the entire southern Xinjiang to pay this favor, would she be happy to accept it?"
"……you!"
Wu Yuejian's eyebrows were immediately shaken, and he couldn't help taking two steps back.