Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 1,311 What kind of scheming is this?

"Hey Hey."

Zhan Beiye was very happy today, and his smile was indeed a bit silly.

"Let's go and let the cook cook some good food for you."

Early the next morning.

As the horn sounded, Ming Fucheng led the army to the city wall on the border of the Zhan Ling Empire.

The wars between the two countries in the world of cultivating spirits are diverse, and there are various directions of attack. Today, Ming Fucheng thought of a new trick, and decided to capture the border of the Zhan Ling Empire at once, and then capture Zhan Beiye.

The monsters in the front row have formed a formation and are attacking towards the city wall.

The ground was shaken by the footsteps of the monsters, and even the city walls felt a little swaying.

"Zhan Beiye, today..."

"My lord, there is a person hanging on the wall."

Before Ming Fucheng could say his harsh words, he heard the reminder from the deputy general next to him.

"You still need to remind me, didn't I, the king, see it?" Ming Fucheng glared at the deputy general fiercely.

He had already seen the man in black hanging at the top of the city. Needless to say, he knew who he was. He must be the soldier he sent to die.

However, he was relieved when he heard the lieutenant swear to him that not a single dead soldier was left behind in the poisoned wine.

Even if the dead soldier was hung by Zhan Beiye on the top of the city, he felt that it was just a dead man, no big deal. At most, Zhan Beiye would use a corpse to make him angry.

Compared to capturing the city, he felt that these were unimportant.

"It's just a dead man, what's there to be afraid of?"

"Your Majesty, then... that man is moving, he's not dead." The deputy general twitched the corner of his mouth and said.

Gu Jin

If it was really just a dead man, why would he need to remind his prince at this time? After all, he was the one who watched those dead men drink the poisonous wine with his own eyes.

But now...

They were all spiritual cultivators. Even from such a distance, he could see clearly that the man hanging on the wall was indeed one of the dead soldiers sent to Zhan Ling Camp.

"Live?"

Being reminded, Ming Fucheng also came to his senses and looked up at the hanging dead soldier.

Sure enough, even if it is a small amplitude, it is still moving.

That person was actually moving. In other words, either the dead man was greedy for life and feared death and did not really drink the poisonous wine, or Zhan Beiye had a capable person beside him who could kill the dead man who was poisoned by an incurable poison. Saved.

"How did you do this? The dead soldiers of our Yueming Empire are actually greedy for life and afraid of death?!"

Although he instinctively hoped that Zhan Beiye had talented people in his hands who could save the dead soldier, a voice in his heart told him that maybe the dead soldier was greedy for life and afraid of death.

"No, it's not."

The lieutenant shook his head, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He was watching it personally, how could he be wrong? You can't go wrong.

But if there was no mistake, how could this dead soldier be alive? Shouldn't he be a corpse long ago?

"My lord, could this be some kind of scheme played by Zhan Beiye? That person may not be..."

"It's not what it's not?"

Ming Fucheng scolded the deputy general's words back.

If not, how could Zhan Beiye hang this man on the top of the city? He was clearly deliberately telling him that he had the leverage in his hands, so that he was not allowed to act rashly.

"Damn Zhan Beiye, I must capture you! Gong!"

He cursed and stretched out his hand directly towards the deputy general, preparing to shoot the dead soldier to death.

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