Qi Yuze didn't expect Murong Fu to be unreasonable at all and shouted: "You are so unpopular!"

But when he finished speaking, two figures flashed in his eyes, and a cold light flashed and a head fell.

Jiang Zian looked at Fu Hongxue, who was one step faster than him in surprise, and thought to himself: Why did this kid move?

Fu Hongxue seemed to see through Jiang Zi'an's heart and said lightly: "I don't like him lying."

Blood was still spewing out, and the bloody smell Murong Fu showed a hint of disgust.

Well, this tent can't be lived in today.

Looking at the names of the three people who could not be called, he said, "I don't care. Who do you have any contact? From today on, the only voice of Murong Fu in Wanma Camp is me."

"Do you understand?"

Pang Zhengzhi and others were so scared that they heard Murong Fu's words that he quickly knelt down and said, "We must obey the orders of the lord."

"Well, it's very good. If you go down and participate in training, I will not only give you the official position in the future, but also give you a higher future." Murong Fu said loudly.

The few people below couldn't figure out whether Murong Fu's words were true or not, so they could only bear it and said, "Thank you, lord."

"Go down." Murong Fu waved his hand and let Pang Zhengzhi and others leave.

Bao Dun said: "Young Master, these people have their own ulterior motives, why don't they kill them together?"

Murong Fu was silent for a moment and said, "I want to see the attitude of An's family."

"An Jia?" Bao Duo was puzzled: "An Jia is just an outdated royal family."

"It's just that I've arranged some detailed work. You don't have to take them too seriously, my grandfather."

"No, this An family gives me an extremely dangerous feeling, as if he is plotting a major event." Murong Fu said cautiously.

Bao Duan looked at Jiang Zian and others.

They knew that Murong Fu would never speak nonsense.

Since he said it, it must be reasonable.

"Then should we send you to investigate?"

Murong Fu waved his hand: "No need, it's too late to investigate now."

"Our foundation is in Gusu, and Yingtian is not our home court."

"Now, suddenly going to provoke An's family will cause unnecessary trouble."

Bao Duan echoed: "What the young master said is."

Murong Fu nodded, now he can only wait and see what changes are.

"By the way, by the way, the smell of blood in this camp is too strong, so let me change one."

"I understand, Prince!" Ma Kongqun said hurriedly.

Nine days passed in a blink of an eye.

The Yuan and Ming armies fought back and forth.

The Jinan city gate was almost broken several times, but they all stood stubbornly.

The Yuan army seemed to have entered a period of weakness, locking the camp door and becoming very quiet.

"Father, the knife is almost sharpened. Is it time to take action?" Zhao Min came to Chahantmoor and asked.

"Haha, it turns out that nothing can be hidden from you, you ghost spirit." Chahantmoor laughed while touching his beard.

Zhao Min smiled "hehe": "My daughter has read "Thirty-Six Strategies" recently and is about to try it out."

"What? Are you interested in Song?" Chahantmoor said curiously.

Zhao Min smiled slightly: "My daughter wants to take down this credit for the sky."

"Your daughter's family will get married sooner or later. This contribution will not be of much effect." Chahantmoor shook his head.

Zhao Min understood it and smiled and said, "Then let it go with him, so I can take care of you."

Chahantmoor knocked on the table and said, "Okay, your brother is brave in fighting, but in terms of strategy, he is still awkward."

"You are by his side, so I can remind him more."

Zhao Min knew that his father agreed to his proposal and said happily: "Hehe, that's what brother listened to me the most."

"Well, go and ask him to prepare. There are a few masters in the Holy Sect, let's go with you." Chahantmoor said.

Zhao Min was a little surprised and said, "Holy Gate? Who will go?"

"Hehe, Sister Zhao Min has been no see for a long time." A naughty female voice came into the tent.

Then, a jade foot that was white and smoother than snow stepped into the tent.

"So it's sister, Maiya." Zhao Min said happily.

"Hehe, the princess sister hasn't seen each other for a long time, she looks more and more beautiful."

"Is it because I ate some amazing baby?" Wu Hua approached Zhao Min's side, looked up and down a few times.

I couldn't help but exclaim.

Zhao Min thought about what she had eaten recently.

Suddenly my heart beat so fast that I couldn't help but blush on my cheeks.

Is that dead enemy real?

After eating, can you really prolong yourself?

Youth lasts forever?

"What's wrong with sister? Am I guessed right?"

"What amazing thing did you really have?" asked Wuya.

Zhao Min looked at the father beside her, how dare she talk nonsense at this time? She made a fool of herself:

"Haha, what good things can I eat are nothing more than some elixirs to increase my ability."

Wu Zi didn't think much and smiled and said, "What kind of magic medicine can I take, can I take some?"

Zhao Min curled her lips awkwardly, quickly changed the topic and said, "By the way, I heard that you were punished by the queen for making a mistake. How could you come out today?"

The monk said proudly: "Hehe, that's because I broke through the realm, and I have practiced the [God Demon Technique] to the twelfth level."

"Master, she let me out as soon as she was happy, and followed King Ruyang to establish some merits and promote my Yinkui Sect's reputation."

Zhao Min finally breathed a sigh of relief, if this little girl asked her again.

I'm afraid that she and Murong Fu can't hide the little things.

"So that's it, congratulations, congratulations."

He turned his head again and asked, "Dad, is there only sister Wu Xiao?"

"Of course not, Master Eighth Nationality will go."

Zhao Min and Wu were shocked at the same time: "The Eighth National Master is going, too?"

"Well, there are masters in the Song Palace, and they cannot compete with the Eighth National Masters." Chahantmur said.

The monk said curiously: "Can the magician not do it?"

"The magician can naturally compete with him, but he is wandering around on weekdays and we can't find him." Chahantmur smiled.

"Dad, when I went to Song State, I didn't see anyone. I needed the Eighth National Master to take action." Zhao Min said curiously.

Chahantmur rolled his eyes and said, "This kind of master has surpassed the great master, so you can't help but see it."

"That's right." Zhao Min replied, then pulled Huan and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to find your brother."

"Let him prepare quickly, let's go early."

Fan Hua thought of his enemies and smiled and said, "Hehe, it's okay, when this matter is over, I want to have fun in Song."

Chahantmoor shook his head:

"Haha, Songdu has been destroyed, and there will be Song State in the future."

"The future will be the world of our Yuan Kingdom."
Chapter completed!