Infinity Throne

yard.

The court is empty when people leave.

When the mysterious Apocalypse assassin suddenly disappeared in front of Prince Nan in a strange way, Xia Xingchen stared at the long-dried tea stains on the table, and his gloomy features seemed to be able to squeeze out ink at any time.

for a long time,

Xia Xingchen stood up and walked into the inner room.

There is a luxurious toilet in the house, dedicated to it.

Xia Xingchen locked himself in the narrow toilet and ducked in.

There was someone else in the toilet.

Don't get me wrong, he's a man.

"I'm telling you, Prince Nan, if I didn't know you well and know that you are not a manly person, otherwise you would have arranged a secret meeting on such an occasion, and if it had been anyone else, I'm afraid it would have caused a huge misunderstanding."

The whole body of the Ni Bodhisattva was pressed against the wall of the toilet, watching the King of Zhennan carefully squeeze in, with an embarrassed wry smile on his face.

Xia Xingchen gritted his teeth: "It's safe here."

"How do you know he can't get in here?"

"No," Xia Xingchen shook his head and expressed his thoughts: "He disdains it."

The current situation in a nutshell is,

Xia Xingchen was frightened by the Apocalypse assassin's ability to come and go without a trace. If he wanted to talk about something secret, he had to hide in the toilet to feel at ease.

Mud Bodhisattva was also helpless.

He never expected that an assassin who was not from the Bodhisattva Tower could scare Prince Nan into such a state.

King Zhennan had private contact with the Tianqi assassin. No one in the entire Bodhisattva Tower knew about it except the Clay Bodhisattva.

Because Xia Xingchen knew very well that although the Bodhisattva Building was controlled by Ni Bodhisattva, the assassins in this building were not completely free from leaks.

The fewer people who know about this, the better.

"Is that person really so terrifying?"

Ni Bodhisattva squinted his eyes and smiled, a curious light flashing in the slits of his eyes.

King Zhennan did not want to argue about whether the Apocalypse assassin was scary or not. He used short words to tell the content of the meeting and conversation between the two.

"Oh?" Ni Bodhisattva was even more curious about the mysterious assassin who made Prince Nan's expression change. After pondering for a moment, Ni Bodhisattva murmured to himself: "Two points in the world? How courageous... Your Majesty, please agree. Already?"

King Zhennan sneered and lowered his voice: "How could I agree to such an excessive request!? In the end, I only gave up five provinces!"

The Clay Bodhisattva was silent.

He feels that there is no big difference between cutting the land, cutting half, and cutting a little.

The point is, Prince Nan cut it off.

When the Ni Bodhisattva was silent, Prince Nan thought about the deep meaning of the other person's silence and felt a little aggrieved, but he quickly laughed again: "Even if five provinces want to poach a piece of my world, it is not that difficult. Easy!"

"If he has the ability, he can take it away! I'm afraid he... won't die!"

…

…

After leaving Jingnancheng.

Yi Lin was sitting by a wild river, fishing quietly.

The fishing rods and hooks were all improvised and looked crude and unprofessional.

Bai Chuchu lay aside, watching the fish coming and going in the river. She couldn't help but dig the soil in front of her with her claws.

She felt very strange. With the young master's ability, it didn't take so much trouble to catch fish. But looking at the young master's expression, why did he seem to enjoy it?

"Don't ask," Yi Lin saw through Bai Chuchu's thoughts and took the initiative to explain: "What I'm fishing for is not fish, but loneliness."

Since the young master has said so,

Bai Chuchu didn't ask whether to catch the fish or not.

She chose to ask another thing.

"Master, do humans attach great importance to 'territory'?"

"Oh? As a majestic cat, why would you ask that?"

"Master, don't you want half of the soil as reward?"

"This is what you are talking about." Yi Lin sat on the stone, shook the fishing rod gently, and smiled: "Generally speaking, when King Zhennan asks me to do something, and when my lion opens his mouth, he will have Two speculations.”

The cat listened quietly.

Yi Lin continued: "First, asking for a price; this is a common bargaining technique. He will think that I ask for such a high price at the beginning to leave room for bargaining. For example, if you ask for a hundred fish in one go, Isn’t that excessive? But what if your psychological price is only ten fish?”

Bai Chuchu suddenly realized: "That's it! Master, you will say, 'You want too much! Twenty pieces!', even if it is twenty, Chu Chu will still make a lot of money!"

"That's what it means to be smart."

Yi Lin praised.

"But Master, you are only talking about the first one, what about the second one?"

"Second..." Yi Lin chuckled and flicked his wrist. A live fish weighing several kilograms was thrown up high and landed in front of the confused Bai Chuchu. Yi Lin took out the tools from the storage space. , skilled in scaling, bleeding, bone removal, and slicing.

In the process of handling the ingredients, Yi Lin continued to explain: "The second speculation is simpler to put it bluntly. No matter how much I want, it actually has nothing to do with my real psychological price. It is all just a smoke bomb."

"Then young master, what do you want?"

Uh-huh.

Yi Lin placed a plate of sashimi in front of Bai Chuchu.

The white cat immersed himself in eating.

Sashimi has a unique flavor.

"Only children make choices. Of course I want them all," Yi Lin smiled, drawing a round pancake-shaped outline with the carpenter's knife in front of her: "What I want is...the world."

…

…

The war spread.

There is no escape from the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou.

Countless people were displaced,

Countless people are homeless,

Countless wives have been separated from each other,

Countless people... grass grows on their graves.

Xia Xiaoman was away on an expedition, and it was winter again.

Ji Shengli nineteen years.

January.

Xia Xiaoman was in the north, fighting against King Zhengbei.

The King of Zhengbei gained the support of the eldest prince, and he was very confident. He called himself "the orthodox emperor" and shouted the slogan of "taking back the Xia family's kingdom".

In an unknown valley, the army led by Xia Xiaoman met a scout team of several hundred people from King Zhengbei.

The Shenwu Army relied on their overwhelming numerical superiority to achieve a great victory.

The Shenwu Army captured fifty people from the Northern King's Army and took them to the military camp.

Many prisoners with bloody faces were locked in cages made of fine steel.

"General Zhenping, General Shenwu sent a message, asking General Zhenping to use the soul-searching magic to find out the marching arrangements of the Northern King's army."

An elite member of the Shenwu Army presented a secret scroll.

Xia Xiaoman expressionlessly tore open the secret scroll, took one look at it, and then threw it into the furnace, destroying the body and destroying all traces.

"This general will question the prisoners personally."

Xia Xiaoman walked towards the prison camp alone with sonorous steps.

On the road, many Shenwu Army soldiers looked at this legendary female general with admiring looks.

If at the beginning, they had some complaints about a woman riding on their head and giving orders, but after nearly half a year of bloody guerrilla wars in the north, south, and east, no one had such a stupid idea anymore.

First of all, Xia Xiaoman is a golden elixir qi refiner. On the battlefield, not to mention that his cavalry can defeat thousands of people, he can easily deal with an army of thousands of people with one person.

Furthermore, General Zhenping, no matter what desperate situation he faced, always had some bizarre strategies to lead his soldiers to break through the encirclement and kill everyone.

It can be said that every one of the thousand soldiers led by Xia Xiaoman has received a life from Xia Xiaoman, and some have more than one life.

As if they were reborn, they also obeyed General Zhenping's words and followed him through life and death.

No one still remembers that she was the eldest princess of Daqian who lived in the palace in the past. They only know that the woman wearing armor and with a resolute face is the unparalleled female general Zhenhei.

"Senior Brother Jian, Senior Brother Jian, Xia Xiaoman calls Senior Brother Jian, OVER."

On the way to the prisoner camp, Xia Xiaoman waved to the subordinates who looked at him with admiration from time to time, while taking out the mother-in-law nails and contacting Jian Nanchun.

Although Jian Nanchun had not shown up for a while, Xia Xiaoman knew that Senior Brother Jian was nearby.

Whether he is practicing or sleeping, Brother Jian will definitely be there.

It's just like Senior Brother Lin Yi is also working hard for this great country somewhere in the corner of the world. Xia Xiaoman firmly believes in this.

She has been able to persist to this day, and her two senior brothers are indispensable as her spiritual support.

"Uh..." Jian Nanchun replied quickly. During the call, he yawned and seemed not to wake up: "What's the matter... Ahem, junior sister, what's the reason for calling senior brother?"

Xia Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, and then said his request.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xia Xiaoman finished speaking, Jian Nanchun immediately stopped feeling sleepy and said in a serious tone: "What did you say? Do you want a secret soul search method?"

"……yes."

"I don't understand that stuff!" Jian Nanchun's tone was a bit colder: "Even if I had, I would never teach you! Junior sister! If you use that soul-searching method, what's the difference between you and a disciple of the Demon Sect?"

"But I...wasn't I expelled from the school?"

When Jian Nanchun heard this, he was immediately speechless.

He thought to himself, isn't this just for show?

If I don’t expel you from the Tianjian Sect openly, it will be difficult to deal with in the circle!

Do you really not understand or do you pretend not to understand?

Jian Nanchun hesitated for a while, but in the end he did not break the relationship and said resolutely: "No!"

After that, Jian Nanchun took the initiative to end the call.

Xia Xiaoman sighed, pressed the scabbard on his waist with his right hand, and stepped into the prisoner camp.

Prisoners whose hands and feet were locked in each cage were taken out one by one under Xia Xiaoman's instructions and knelt in a row. Behind every prisoner, there is a dedicated Shenwu Army soldier who holds a bright sword on the prisoner's neck.

The long sword beats the snow. Xia Xiaoman did not take the Frost Snow Sword, but pulled out the Shenwu Army's standard sword from his waist.

Because she felt...this would dirty her Frost Snow Sword.

"I will only ask this once, general," Xia Xiaoman's eyes were as steely as he pointed his long knife across the faces of the fifty prisoners, which were filled with complex emotions of anger, despair, and tragedy: "Who will be the first to say that King Zhengbei is here?" Green River City’s troops are deployed to spare his life.”