Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

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"Kings."

"Kings!"

When the barbarian King Yi appeared in the human camp, the place was completely occupied by the barbarians. The tall and mighty barbarians put down their harvests and knelt down to him and performed the barbarian etiquette.

All the way forward, finally the barbarian king Yi stopped in front of the big tent in the middle of the camp.

Gathered here are five thousand Yulin elites who surrendered and three hundred surrendered soldiers, all of whom had their pipa bones pierced and sat kneeling on the ground, while one of them, a heroic middle-aged man with his armor removed, sat cross-legged in the middle.

The flames flickered around, and there were all the elite barbarians who were fully armed and stood like iron towers.

As if sensing something, the middle-aged man in the middle slowly opened his eyes and looked at the barbarian who came walking on the snow.

The middle-aged man walked out of the crowd with the help of his personal guards, and stared calmly at the barbarian King Yi.

In the crackling of the bonfire,

The barbarian Yi Wang stopped two meters in front of the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was very burly, but he still looked a little short under the iron tower-like figure of the barbarian Yiwang.

The middle-aged man straightened his back:

"You are that barbarian king?"

"Yes, I remember you."

The barbarian Yi Wang stared at the other party, and slowly uttered a rather jerky and flaming language in his hoarse voice:

"A general next to Wu Yuan on Dali Mountain."

The middle-aged man grinned when he heard the words:

"Lord Barbarian King remembers that I am really terrified, but I have never seen Lord Barbarian King when I was in Dali Mountain. After all, you are always hiding behind the camp and can't come out."

The barbarian Yi Wang was not angry, and said calmly:

"This king thinks that you surrendered for the purpose of seeking death."

The middle-aged man nodded and spit out a sentence:

"The barbarian king is smart, I surrendered for two reasons."

The barbarian king stared at the middle-aged man and nodded:

"After you finish speaking, this king can give you a face."

The middle-aged man clasped his fists together:

"Then I will thank Lord Man Wang first. The first thing to do is to send a message to you, Man Wang, for my princess."

When the barbarian King Yi heard the words, the corners of his horny lips seemed to be smiling, which meant a lot:

"It's been two months since Dali Mountain was parted. I thought I could see Wu Yuan here at Yunshun Mountain, but many nobles left beforehand. What does she want to say to me?"

The middle-aged man stared at the barbarian Yi Wang, said in a deep voice without being humble:

"The princess asked me to tell Lord Barbarian King,

"Time is waiting, return this horn to Yi Wang for the time being, and get it back together with your head in the future."

talking,

The middle-aged man took out half of the horn from the bosom of the commoner and handed it to the tall barbarian king in front of him.

The barbarian king Yi took it with his usual expression, it was the bone spur he had been chopped off by Wu Yuan in Dali Mountain:

"Okay, the king can wait for her.

"What's the next thing?"

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The middle-aged man didn't speak immediately. Under the gaze of the barbarians, he knelt down and bowed deeply to the south.

Afterwards, he got up and looked back at the three hundred soldiers kneeling on the ground, and said with a smile:

"I am the Camp of Thousand Thorns, and I want to give the princess a big gift for the barbarian king."

After all, the situation suddenly changed, and the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and without warning, he turned his fist into a palm and stabbed himself in the chest.

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When the barbarian King Yi saw it, his expression was still calm, and he didn't intend to stop him at all.

Because half of the three hundred strokes behind the middle-aged man did the same thing.

source crystal.

These human races directly swallowed the source crystals containing the violent source energy in those warehouses.

Immediately, a loud laugh spread throughout the camp:

"My lord princess, this life is over, and in the next life, I, Kong Yanghao, would like to be your songbu!"

the next moment,

The wind suddenly blew up, the flames soared into the sky, and a huge mushroom cloud set off waves and rose in this snowy night

Jiajing forty-five years,

A blizzard fell in the northern border, Wu Yuan was defeated and fled to Yunshun Mountain, and all 5,000 soldiers of the Thousand Thorns Battalion died.

Seven days later, Wu Chenghou suddenly appeared in Beifeng City and led the Beifeng Army from four towns into the Beihuang Snow Field.

At the same time, a gossip gradually spread in the prosperous Di'an city.

Xu Sanshao from Xiangguo Mansion has returned to Beijing.

Compared with the vicissitudes of the northern border war, Xu Yuan's life in the imperial capital was very peaceful.

For the time being, the old man has no intention of letting him take over the affairs immediately, and the heir on the surface is still that old brother Wang.

Because of this, his life is very idle.

Until two days later, Xu Yinhe called him to the study, gave him a letter, and asked whether the person who wrote it was Zhou Chen or him.

The signature is Li Yunqing, the younger brother Xu Yuan had just recognized not long ago.

Seeing the content of the letter, Xu Yuan laughed outright.

It is very restrained, and there are no fancy words, but the meaning of killing can be seen at a glance.

Xu Yuan originally thought that the old man would ask him something, but Xu Yinhe just told him vaguely that if he goes out for fun, don't go out of his way when you meet the third prince in the fireworks field.

But Xu Yuan has no intention of going to those places at this stage, because he has to hurry up and practice.

The Jiuyuan Calming Jue allows him to practice all the time, but the speed is still not as fast as his own practice.

In this extraordinary world which can be regarded as high martial arts, although cultivation is not omnipotent, if you want to sit in the position of father without cultivation, it is absolutely impossible.

Therefore, life in the Imperial Capital is similar to that in Jingjiang Mansion, the only difference is probably that cultivation resources such as pill source crystals can be supplied in unlimited quantities.

As the heart of Dayan City, Di'an City is extremely abundant in all kinds of materials drawn from various places, and the warehouse of Xiangguo Mansion is naturally the same.

During this period of time, Xu Yuan just realized what it means to be rich and self-willed.

A hundred taels of various precious medicines are eaten as jelly beans, and thousands of taels of silver can be dried out in a day.

Occasionally, he would drink a top-grade pill worth ten thousand taels.

Compared with the cost of cultivation, the cost of going to Goulan in the past is nothing worth mentioning.

Taking drugs, practicing, eating, taking drugs, practicing, taking medicine baths, sleeping.

The life of the rich is so boring and boring.

But Xu Changge, the big brother, occasionally finds him in his busy schedule, which brings a little pain to his boring and boring life.

In other words, help him exercise his actual combat ability.

Practice sword skills.

Gentlemen's agreement, Xu Changge only uses sword skills and does not use source energy, while Xu Yuan can use the soul power of a saint.

And with the instincts that have been integrated into the body for more than ten years in the illusion, Xu Yuan was not very afraid of this big brother at first.

But after being hung up and beaten several times, Xu Yuan learned from the pain.

Well, just pretend to be dead and stop fighting.

In addition, what Xu Yuan felt most about the Xiangguo Mansion in the imperial capital was that there were as many high-level cultivators as Chinese cabbages.

Occasionally, after eating a stroll along the wetland lake, you can see five or six third-rank grand masters to report to work. The cultivation base of the eighth rank or so.

After living like this for about half a month, the news of Xu Yuan's return to Beijing was deliberately spread.

So,

His boring and boring life has one more thing: listening to music.