Xian Qing stood aside silently with no intention of talking, and felt like he was a mascot.

He frowned and said nothing, feeling the unspeakable irritation in his heart.

He was not as calm as he imagined.

Ghost Training Camp: Feelings are always right. You can't say that a feeling is wrong. If you feel it, you just feel it. It doesn't stop existing just because you say you don't feel it.

Xian Qing clenched his fists and wanted to calm down. The royal family already owed them enough.

As the last royal family, his mission is to protect them, so he cannot lose control. The only person here who has the ability to stop him is Ying Meng, but with her character who is afraid of chaos in the world, if he loses control, she will definitely add fuel to the fire.

Then open a few formations, and those who managed to survive will all be destroyed.

Xian Qing suppressed the anger and desire in his heart that wanted to explode.

Just because he doesn't intend to cause trouble doesn't mean the other person thinks so too.

"His Highness has actually come back. We can't say anything, but that girl... we don't have that much time." Once again, the voice came from below.

Yingmeng analyzed the emotion conveyed in that voice, which was murderous intent, and there was an aura of death in that voice.

"That's right. That girl," Vincent said. "And her water source."

"You know the rules." The voice came from below again, but it was slowly moving upward. "A person who cannot live in the desert..."

"Quiet!" Vincent said. "Something is different now..."

"What's the difference? You don't need me to remind you of your responsibilities. My good friend, Vincent." The voice came from the rear right, and it seemed that the man had already walked up. "Your Highness, who just came back,

It looks very embarrassing. It shouldn’t be qualified to directly affect the rules passed down for thousands of years.”

"My responsibility is to strengthen the power of our clan." Vincent said. "That is my only responsibility. You don't need to remind me. The royal family is the master of the beast clan after all. For thousands of years, we should be loyal to His Highness. This is tradition.

.Eric, you don’t need me to remind you of tradition.”

"We can't keep arguing here." The man named Eric said in a cold and unfamiliar tone. "Dawn is coming soon."

"I say it again, Eric, be quiet!"

Eric finally remained silent, but Shadow Dream could hear him moving, stepping over several rocks, jumping, and circling from the basin below to their left.

"You know. We will only leave valuable people. His Highness is a symbol of tradition and a symbol of spirituality. Likewise, I can see that he is not simple. With the most important person in our clan,

With precious blood, his skills are not bad and he can learn new things. But what about you? Girl?" Vincent stared at Yingmeng.

I have mastered his voice and thinking habits now. Yingmeng thought in his heart. I can control him. With just one word, I can control him. But someone will stop me. Let's see.

"I am standing next to him. What do you think is the relationship between me and your Highness?" Yingmeng paused and resumed his smile. "I am not necessarily worse than him. My strength is not weak."

"A girl's strength is as tiny as a speck of dust, which is blown away by the wind." Vincent said. "Unless you are the person in the prophecy, the redemption we have been waiting for thousands of years, are you her?

"

Ying Meng lowered her eyes and narrowed her eyes slightly. In that moment, she gave up all calculations, discarded the rhetorical questions that could be used to hint at the answer, and replied sincerely: "No."

"So do you know how to survive in the desert?"

"I don't know, but I can learn."

"We don't have so much time and water to take care of a girl. Do you understand? We don't need a burden. We will protect our Highness, and he will have our approval and my protection. But you, girl, I hope you

You know, there is nothing specific in this, it is a rule. A worthless thing in the desert will affect the interests of the entire race. Is this enough?"

Yingmeng's eyebrows were cold and indifferent, and there was a kind smile on her lips. Standing in the darkness, if she turned her eyes slightly, no one could see the look in her eyes.

Girl? Yes, in this era where the average age is over a hundred years old, a woman who is over a hundred years old can indeed be regarded as a girl. But the other party is really confident. Is she a burden? Well, I don’t mean to target anyone, half of the people present

People are trash.

Xian Qing coughed lightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"Unless you have lived in this place since you were a child, you will bring disaster to others." Vincent glanced at Xian Qing, but still focused on Ying Meng. "This is the rule, please

Your Highness, please do not interfere."

Ying Meng smiled lazily. She really didn't know the good people's hearts. Xian Qing was warning her, not them.

Yingmeng's movements seemed slow, and his muscles were obviously weak. After all, he had walked for so long and received devilish training from someone. But even with only his remaining physical strength and a little bit of skill, he could still kill a few people.

Not a problem.

Her state is indeed very deceptive. After all, anyone with some experience in the desert will not show this kind of behavior - obvious lack of water and fatigue.

Yingmeng Youyou raised her eyes to meet Shang Xianqing's gaze, showed a smile, indicating that she would not go too far, and then turned slightly sideways.

Vincent took out the weapon from his right shoulder and hid it in his robe, but he didn't know that the girl he despised had caught the eye of the girl he despised.

As soon as Yingmeng took a step back to the left, a dagger was pulled sideways in front of her, just one step away from her.

Soon enough, Yingmeng's left hand clasped Vincent's knife-holding wrist, pressed down, and pulled, a dagger slipped from his sleeve.

on Vincent's neck.

The black cloth flew into pieces in the air.

In just one breath, Yingmeng leaned against the stone wall with her back against the stone wall, and in front of her was Vincent who was helpless to fight back.

When Yingmeng made his first move, Xian Qing had already taken two steps back to blend into the crowd. When she launched her attack, Xian Qing was already standing in a dark corner.

It was obvious that he did not want to interfere.

Looking at the people around him, they held weapons in their hands, narrowed the circle of encirclement, and pointed the weapons at Yingmeng, showing unusual vigilance.

Xian Qing shook his head. Their attention will now be on Yingmeng and Vincent, and the training is not enough. If he is the enemy, it only takes two quarters of an hour to ensure that there is no chance of survival. Yingmeng can handle this matter.

Hope there won't be any blood.

Then Vincent's roaring voice echoed through the stone walls. "Back off, you stupid lizards. She will slit my neck if you go any further."

A voice came from the basin below. "His Royal Highness is missing. Vincent, we..."

"Of course it's gone. That cunning plateau Tibetan fox, you stupid sand-brained... ow... relax, girl."

"Tell them to be respectful to His Highness." Yingmeng's voice was as gentle as a harmless girl, but her actions undoubtedly showed her danger.

"Yes, yes, they know... keep a steady hand. God! Why didn't you say you were a queer woman and a warrior."

"Tell your people to retreat." Yingmeng chuckled in the night wind. Does changing from a dragging girl to a weird woman count as progress? "Tell them to retreat to the basin. I can see their position. And you.

, better believe I know their numbers."

"If I refuse, how can you... ow... stop woman! We have no intention of harming you. My God. If you can easily subdue the strongest one among us, then your value is yours.

More than ten times the amount of water in the body.”
Chapter completed!