Back Off, Let Me Come

The princes did not pay attention to the younger brother with his nostrils turned upward. If they were not afraid of the maternal tribe behind the queen and Su Shiyilu, an uncle who could fight, they would have hidden this little bastard long ago. Killed.

They still remember how Twelve secretly humiliated their mother and concubine, and their murderous intentions have been brewing for many years.

Considering the current situation, Twelve is not a threat.

One other thing is most important.

"Let's speak openly. Who among you did those tribal murders? Or do you know who did it?" The prince who spoke moved his eyes slightly, lowered his voice and asked the brothers present, a pair of sinister eyes scanning everyone carefully. s face.

Don't miss any subtle reaction.

Other princes are not fuel-efficient lamps either.

There was no flaw on his face, and he told the truth.

"I don't know."

"never heard of that……"

Everyone didn't believe it.

They all harbor similar suspicions.

This black hand must be done by some brother.

But who would honestly admit to doing such a thing?

The whole banquet was spent with each of them having their own secrets. Brothers who were close to each other or had already formed an alliance, got together to chat and laugh. It seemed like a harmonious banquet, but in fact there was an undercurrent. Secretly looking at everyone present with suspicious eyes.

After the drinking party ended, everyone had a target of suspicion.

"It must have been done by Lao Wu Lao Qi..."

"It must have been the fourth child who did it..."

"It must be Lao Jiu, he is very suspicious..."

"No, it must be the third child..."

Each brother is a major suspect.

At the same time, Su Shiyilu also returned home full of anger. His confidants had been waiting for a long time.

Because this confidant's advice was in line with his wishes, Su Shiyilu gradually regarded him as a think tank.

The confidants had already turned over the manuscript and chewed it.

As soon as Su Shiyilu spoke, he knew it: "General, don't be anxious, just bring the twelve princes back."

"I'm worried now that I won't be able to bring them back." Su Shiyilu had to admit that he still underestimated these princes.

Confidant: "..."

This is over the top.

He tried his best to bring the topic closer to his heart, and said cautiously: "General, although this matter is urgent, it is not the most urgent. We have to prepare for the worst. If we cannot pick up the prince within the time limit, what will happen then? What to do? Such a great achievement of conquering Yonggu Pass, no matter which prince falls on it, is enough to push him to the throne of prince, we have to guard against it!"

Su Shiyilu became furious when he heard this hypothesis.

With a sinister look on his face, he said: "Defense? How to defend? Is it possible that the general should be forced to do his job without doing his best, and be passive and idle in the war?"

The confidant shook his head: "No, no, that's not what I meant. In my humble opinion, instead of giving the credit to one of them, it would be better to give the credit to eleven of them. No matter how big the credit is, it will be divided into eleven There are not many shares left. If we let them compete for the 'top spot', it will be enough to fight for a while. It will buy us time and find opportunities to support the Twelve Princes."

When Su Shiyilu heard this, his brows gradually relaxed.

One group of people said: "This is a good idea!"

"It's just..." He hesitated. It was not his decision to have eleven princes go on an expedition together. According to usual practice, a few must be left to guard the royal capital to prevent tribes with different intentions from causing chaos. But the suggestion from my confidant is indeed heart-warming.

The answers copied by his confidants were already prepared.

He said: "General, this is not difficult at all. Think about it, have tribes been wiped out one after another recently? The princes must be constantly suspicious of each other at this time, and no one can trust the other to stay in the capital... and go to the front line. Without taking care of the rear, if the person left behind is the mastermind behind the scenes, wouldn't it give the other party the opportunity to drive him out? So..."

The confidant smiled like a pearl of wisdom.

Everything is under control.

As for guarding the royal capital...

The king also has a bunch of underage sons who can do it.

Su Shiyilu nodded repeatedly when he heard this: "Indeed, in this case, I just need to push, and they will fall into the trap. Your boy is good at fighting, and your brain is flexible enough."

A few words solved his urgent need.

The confidant was flattering and flattering: "This is the general's good training."

The cold wind was biting, and the nauseating smell of blood blew in the wind. A dozen corpses lay scattered on the ground, attracting hungry birds of prey. Birds of prey pecked at the corpse, while a group of eleven people sat not far away and silently ate dry food.

The leading boy bent his elbow and wiped the blood-stained sword blade with a piece of clothing that was so dirty that the original color could not be seen. The sword blade was scratched and restored to its original brightness. Finally, he put the sword back into the scabbard on his waist, and the whole process was silent and solemn.

They just encountered a group of blind things.

Then I added a meal to Guangye Raptor.

"Let's go, it should be nearby."

The strong premonition of being a literary scholar made her blood boil, as if even the dead thing she wore around her waist was ready to move.

Desire to suck and drink the target's blood.

The remaining ten people were more or less injured, but not seriously. In addition, they were all carefully selected elites. Their physical fitness and combat awareness were not to mention, and their combat power had not declined. A group of eleven people left the corpses on the ground and hit the road.

He rode his horse for most of the day.

Arriving at a gravel area with rugged and complex terrain, all you can see are "cliffs" carefully carved by tens of thousands of years of wind and frost. They stretch for dozens of miles and are intertwined and criss-crossed. You can't tell the difference between east, west and north.

The cold wind penetrated the hole above the "cliff" and made a creepy whimpering sound, like countless lost souls whispering and sobbing in the ears. Many birds of prey have built their nests on the cliffs, and from time to time, one or two black shadows can be seen flying past.

"This is truly a geomantic treasure land suitable for burial."

Lin Feng tightened his grip on the sword hilt.

"Walk!"

The target must be hidden here.

It was just that as night fell, no trace of anyone was found.

Lin Feng is not discouraged.

Find a suitable place to spend the night and make do with it for one night.

After arranging a vigil, she quietly held her sword, leaned against the rough and cold cliff, and fell asleep to the howling of wolves.

She was sleeping lightly, and just when she seemed to be sleeping, she felt a human-shaped black shadow appear in her confusion, and she suddenly woke up.

He stood up and drew his sword from its sheath.

A slight movement attracted the guard's attention.

Lin Feng looked around with a solemn expression.

The moonlight is bright and bright today, but there are cliffs here, blocking the light, and only the faint outline of the mountain can be seen. Seeing this posture, the other guards also drew their weapons and were alert to all directions. Lin Feng was still recalling the appearance of that dark shadow.

Suddenly, there was a mysterious premonition.

She left a hasty sentence.

"You stay here and be careful."

With a flash of body and the blessing of Yanling, he leaped high to a cliff with his sword, and stabbed out without hesitation with the sword in his hand.

clang--

A soft sound.

Another cold light reflected in the dark night intersected with the edge of her sword, and the force from her hand made Lin Feng's murderous intention increase sharply.

The guard raised his head and looked nervously.

Two rays of literary energy appeared at a high place.

One peach pink, one light gold.