Charm King Poison Queen

  Chapter 502 Healing Xuanyin's life experience (9)

  Old Qu was carried in to the camp of the Southern Border Army.

   This is the third general defeated by the young man after Tong Haixiao and Ling Bo, but unlike the previous wounds, Qu always had a stroke.

  The boy didn't take advantage of the danger, otherwise, Qu Lao's life might not be saved.

  In the camp, everyone's faces became very ugly.

   "Who the **** is that kid, to defeat three generals of our army in a row!" Deputy Marshal Gao, who was sitting on the main seat, said sharply, "Two members."

   Qu Lao had a stroke by himself, so he was not defeated. This more or less made everyone feel a little more balanced, but why did Qu Lao suddenly have a stroke? His old man's body has always been very strong!

   "Did he cast some kind of Gu on Elder Qu?" Deputy Marshal Gao asked again.

  A scout said: "According to Lord Ling, he seems to be the fourth son of the Xuan family."

   "The fourth son of the Xuan family? Is there such a person?" Deputy Marshal Gao asked.

  They have only heard of Xuan Yu, the eldest son of the Xuan family, who is the **** of war in Xiliang, who is almost as famous as their commander-in-chief, but what is Xuan Si?

   "He..." The scout scratched his head, "He said he was the top of Xiliang's waste list."

   "Poof—"

  In the tent, there was a sound of tea spraying.

Deputy Marshal Gao's stern eyes swept over the people who were almost laughing, and he said like ice: "He is deliberately humiliating us! Our two generals on the Qishi list were defeated by a trash one after another. Let the word out, Wouldn't it make people laugh out loud?"

   "Deputy Marshal, he...he is still clamoring for a one-on-one fight with the Marshal." The scout said.

   Single out a fart? The handsome man is gone! Deputy Marshal Gao's eyes flickered, and he frowned and said, "Commander...Marshal is in retreat, so he can't be disturbed, I'll meet him!"

"Slow down." An inconspicuous old man in black robes sitting in a corner raised his head slowly, his cold blade-like eyes exuded an aura that seemed not to belong to a living person, "Why fight alone with him?" Fight? Gather the blood guards and kill him!"

   "This..." Vice Marshal Gao disagreed, "It's too dishonorable to bully the few with the more. He dares to come alone, and he is considered a man. According to the rules, we should accept his challenge."

  The old man in black robe said: "Is it the rules that matter, or the reputation of the Southern Border Army?"

   "Uh... this..."

   "I have already lost three times, and if I continue to lose, the morale of our army will be lost."

"But…"

"It's nothing to worry about. There are so many people who are no match for him. I can assure you that even if you do it yourself, the ending will be the same." The black-robed old man said, ignoring Vice Marshal Gao's entanglement, and stood up Said, "That's it, let's gather the blood guards."

  The blood guards are the most powerful dark guards in southern Xinjiang, and the shadow guards of the Xuan family are more than ten times stronger. If they act together, that kid, no matter how powerful he is, will not be able to escape and ascend to heaven.

In another tent, a young soldier was feeding medicine to Old Qu. Although Old Qu had suffered a stroke and was unable to move or speak, his hawk-like eyes stared at the young soldier, making him feel that he was It seems that there is something to say.

  The little soldier lowered his head: "Master, is there something wrong with you?"

  Old Qu's eyeballs moved left and right twice.

  The little soldier immediately understood: "No? Then...do you have something to say to me?"

  Old Qu stared straight at him with his eyeballs.

   "I see, what do you want to say?"

  Old Qu rolled his eyeballs and looked to the right.

  The little soldier opened a box over there: "What do you want? This?"

   He took out a hat.

  Old Qu's eyeballs swayed from side to side.

  The little soldier put down his hat and picked up another cloak: "This?"

  Old Qu stared straight at the collar of the cloak, where there was a sewn-on Molan.

  The little soldier understood what Qu Lao meant, and took off Mo Lan. This is Qu Lao's most precious clothes, and he was afraid of breaking it when he touched it, but now—

  Old Qu opened his mouth and said in a voice that was almost hard to hear: "Huang...Huang...Huang..."

   "Do you want...I send it to the emperor?"

  Old Qu's eyes suddenly burst into tears!

  The little soldier followed Qu Lao for three years, and he had never seen him so out of control. He hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I'll send it to the emperor right away! You can rest assured and recuperate, and wait for me to come back!"

  (end of this chapter)