"Suspect...but no..."

Although Lin Feng's face was tender and he was no match for him, the mysterious scribe was still smiling as he watched her blood splashing half of her body. In addition, the environment bonus was a bit scared. Tsk, I was really getting back to life...

He was actually shocked by a young man who was still stinky.

but--

The mysterious scribe turned his gaze to the head in Lin Feng's hand and asked, "Xiao Lang called this person just now..."

He was somewhat suspicious of his hearing hallucinations.

"The Twelve Princes of Ten Blacks."

Lin Feng lifted his head and looked at it carefully. I have to say that he looked at him much more pleasant than living.

Mysterious Scribe: "…"

He was stunned by the sudden explosion of thunder.

"...Twelve Princes... Twelve Princes, isn't the Queen of the Ten Wu? "The old man felt a little unbearable. He had previously received Yan Xingning's life-saving grace and was entrusted by the other party to come to Shiwu to do something and plan to finish it.

I have to admit that Yan Xingning’s chess game is very big.

The fundamental purpose is to instigate the internal struggle of Shiwu and gain valuable time. Coincidentally, the princes under the King of Shiwu have grown up one after another, and their ambitions have emerged. Their interests are contrary to the faction of the Queen who controls nearly half of the troops in Shiwuwu.

Fierce battles are inevitable between them.

The crown prince is not yet determined, it is a good time.

For this reason, the mysterious scribe tried every means to secretly climbed to Su Shiyilu's inconspicuous but powerful man. In order to make this reckless man gain Su Shiyilu's trust and become his own microphone, he worked a lot.

But he also knew something in his heart.

With two factions of troops, the Queen's faction has more advantages.

Their foundation in Shiwu is too deep!

However, if you can become the most critical figure and then frame the other princes of Shiwu, this infighting - no one can escape easily! This character is naturally the twelve princes who are strictly protected by the Queen and the others.

The only chance to attack this-

This is the time when the adventurous ceremony is the weakest.

Even so, the mysterious scribes had no choice.

Never expected it—

In his eyes, the target was extremely difficult to assassinate. At this moment, the corpse was separated and his head was held in his hand by Xiaolang in front of him.

Lin Feng curled his smile.

It seems to be pondering how this person would know.

After thinking about it, which foreign scholar who had the courage to wander around Shiwu had no tricks? Inquiring about the basic information of Shiwu Wang Court was common sense to walk outside. Lin Feng nodded and replied: "Well, it's this little prince."

The mysterious scribe asked again: "You have been chasing him?"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "Natural."

The mysterious scribe thought to Lin Feng's identity in his heart.

Just now, the guards called him "Zheng Chuan Lin" at the top of the cliff. He had a vague guess in his heart, but he was not sure. After suppressing many doubts, he looked at the corpse on the ground and asked, "What are Xiaolang going to do with this headless corpse?"

Lin Feng asked back: "You want it?"

"If Xiaolang is willing to give up his love..."

Lin Fengdao: "After the disposal of Mr.

If the scholar had not helped, the target might have escaped, and there would be someone else in terms of credit. She only had this head to the teacher Chu Yao, and the body was free. When the mysterious scholar heard this, he bowed his hands and said solemnly: "Xiao Lang is generous."

The next thing is how to get up.

It is easy to jump off, but it is not easy to climb up. Fortunately, there are ten soy guards on the top of the cliff that can come in handy.

Seeing the head in Lin Feng's hand, he saw Lin Zhuan laughing like the spring breeze. The guards were also ecstatic and clasped their fists and said, "Congratulations to Lin Zhuan Zhuan, congratulations to Lin Zhuan!" Among them, those with strong eyes took out the special wooden box in their luggage.

This box has certain anti-corrosion function.

Lin Feng carefully put his head in.

Look left and right.

He said: "Find some salt and apply it, and it will be marinated and tasted."

Mysterious Scribe: "…"

This is pickled pickles...

At this time, Xiaolang turned around and asked him.

"Sir, do you want something?"

The mysterious scribe pulled the corner of his mouth and shook his head: "No."

Some scholars of Wenxin and Literature have the means to maintain the object's rot in a short period of time. In addition, in the cold winter, the rotten speed is even slower. If the Queen of the Ten Wu receives a headless corpse of her son who is pickled with salt, it will be a pity to think about it.

Lin Feng finally got rid of a demon in his heart.

I was having a headache about how to get rid of the mysterious scribes and returned to the camp, but the person took the initiative to resign. He said that there was another important thing to do. He asked Lin Feng and the others for several days for dry food and water, and disappeared on his horse in the wilderness that had suddenly broken through the sky.

The forest wind faces the rising sun and is full of energy.

"Let's go back and find the lord to reward you!"

Shen Tang knew about the successful mission of Lin Feng before dawn. The army had been marching at night and resting during the day. When the twelve princes were killed, the bird head he possessed was fighting fiercely with soldiers with good relationships.

As we talked, the bird's head fell down without warning.

Nearby soldiers surrounded him.

I thought the bird head was not feeling well, and I was about to carry him to find a military Chinese medicine doctor to prescribe some medicine, but when I touched his skin, it turned out as cold as a dead person. I then snoring and touching my chest, without breathing, no heartbeat, dead... dead?

The soldiers immediately passed the news to Xu Quan.

"Emperor Xu, it's not good."

Xu Quan was fascinated by reading military books.

Hearing this loud voice, I wish I could kick him.

"What are you shouting?"

"That bird's head is dead!"

Xu Quan didn't react at first.

After thinking about it, he suddenly sat up straight: "Is the bird head dead?"

When the soldiers explained the whole process clearly, Xu Quan thought of something, his face was ecstatic, and the rolled up military book clapped his palms and laughed: "Okay, okay, sister Ling De is amazing! You can quickly bring the body and follow me to see your lord!"

The bird head's body was not damaged but suddenly "dead". There are basically two possibilities - one is that someone forcibly awakens the original body; the other is that the original body has been destroyed!

Xu Quan prefers the second possibility!

"Master, good news! Great news!"

Chen Tang put away the military clerk in his hand.

“What good news?”

Xu Quan said: "Let De succeed!"

Chen Tang paused his hand and his eyes lit up: "Take it serious?"

"It shouldn't be wrong!"

Xu Quan retells the matter.

Chen Tang pondered: "Although the second possibility is greater, the first one cannot be ruled out. If it succeeds, Ling De will be able to return to the camp in the near future. He sent someone to pick her up. Shiwu will be more frequent. We should be more careful..."

The news of the death of the twelve princes returning to the Shiwu Royal Court will inevitably set off a political storm, which may temporarily dispel the idea of ​​attacking Yonggu Pass.

But, intuition told her.

Things won't be that simple and come to an end.

These are all headaches in the future.

Now?

"When Ling De comes back, welcome her."

Celebrating that she can finally stand alone.

Unlike Chen Tang's relief that "My family has a daughter growing up", the Queen of Ten Wu had an extremely terrible nightmare in the second half of the night. In the dream, her heart and liver were covered in blood, and a hideous scar on her neck, her face was ferocious, and red silk spread.

He said nothing, and he was silently bleeding and tears.

The Queen tried her best to catch up with him.

But the figures are getting further and further away.

Finally, she woke up with a scream.

"My son, my son--"

The maid goes to the front and takes the light.

"Is it actually a nightmare..."
Chapter completed!