Yi Niang smiled and said: "I'm at peace, slave!"

Seeing Yang Xuan and the old thief being taken over, Yi Niang entered the tent.

She knelt on the bed and prayed devoutly.

Wang Laoer asked curiously: "Yiniang, what are you begging for?"

Yi Niang clasped her hands together and said, "I am praying to the gods to protect you."

Wang Laoer scratched his head, "Does it work?"

"Sincerity leads to spirituality."

Wang Laoer knelt down and said, "Then I also beg."

The tent became quiet except for soft prayers.

Hua Zhuo was having breakfast in the tent.

As a Khan, his breakfast is very rich.

Two pieces of the fattest roast lamb, milk wine, cheese...

He cut a piece of mutton with a knife and put it in his mouth. Hua Zhuo took a sip of milk wine and stroked his beard. He was slightly chubby and his face, which was slightly shiny, looked more unswerving.

"Who's out there?"

A guard went out to take a look.

"Khan, he is the bone-touching gentleman we agreed to yesterday."

Hua Zhuo nodded noncommittally, and several guards came in, followed by Yang Xuan and others.

"Meet Khan."

Hua Zhuo glanced at it and put down the knife, with a hint of teasing in his eyes, "I have lived for many years and have seen countless swindlers. Back then, someone once said that I had learned some qi reading from the Central Plains people and gave me a look.

, saying that this Khan will definitely die without a burial place twenty years later, and that man was immediately trampled to death by his men with war horses, where are you two?"

He picked up the knife and asked, "How do you want to die?"

Sure enough, none of the living superiors are good people!

The old thief had always felt that he had seen a lot, but now he realized that what he had seen was only the superior person in the tomb.

Several guards drew their swords and waited for Hua Zhuo's order.

Murderous intent suddenly arose.

"May I ask Khan..." The old thief's spine felt hot, but he looked calm, "How many years are left?"

"It's less than two years." Hua Zhuo said calmly: "But our Vashe tribe is now at its most powerful. How can anyone see through this Khan's fate?"

The old thief almost rolled his eyes when he suddenly laughed.

"Khan, we are just scratching the surface, but we are enemies of the same faction as Wangqi."

God is so at odds!

Yang Xuan really wanted to roll his eyes.

But he immediately said, "We are not here to touch bones, but to find the location of the gods and pray."

Is this Khan pretentious? Hua Zhuo glanced at the guard, who nodded, indicating that this was indeed the case.

"The more you pull, the closer a woman will cling to you." Suzaku hasn't driven for several days and seems a little ready to make a move today.

Yang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "I'll take my leave, little man."

Hua Zhuo coughed dryly and said, "Wait a minute."

Yang Xuan was stunned, "Did the Khan have any orders?"

Hua Zhuo pulled up his sleeves and revealed his strong arms, "I have nothing to do today, let me touch him."

"Khan, Nayin's people beat our people."

Someone shouted outside the tent.

Hua Zhuo said with a cold face, "Get out!"

Yang Xuan helped the old thief forward.

The old thief groped around and touched Hua Zhuo's hand.

He even rubbed it.

Then it was time to touch the bones.

The old thief touched it carefully.

Hua Zhuo had never been touched like this by a man, and he felt uncomfortable all over for a moment. When the old thief stretched his hand to his chest, he couldn't help but retreat a little, "Why are you touching here?"

The old thief felt comfortable with it. Hearing this, he said: "Naturally, noble people should touch more."

He took back his hand and started pinching his fingers.

After some tossing, the old thief retreated.

"Khan's bones are of the highest quality."

Yang Xuan counted with his fingers, "What fate?"

"Riding the wind and waves...missing the fate."

Yang Xuan frowned, "There will be times when you can ride the wind and break the waves, and hang your sails directly across the sea!"

"Hey!" Hua Zhuo wanted to yell, but after hearing these two lines of poetry, he couldn't help asking: "Whose poem is it?"

Yang Xuan said calmly: "This is a message from the gods."

He pinched his fingers, then raised his head and said solemnly: "It's spring, and all the flowers are in season. It's time to get lucky if someone lends you some help..."

"Khan's great cause has many twists and turns, and Khan needs to be determined. However, Khan is afraid of a disaster next year. If it is not resolved...that's all, the villain is talking nonsense, but in the situation of riding the wind and waves, be careful of the disaster of Zhurong. I don't know the past.

That's all... I'm talking too fast today, so please be careful, Khan."

"What is the disaster of Zhurong?"

"Fire."

Yang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "Farewell."

He helped the old thief turn around, and Hua Zhuo asked, "No reward?"

Yang Xuan smiled and said, "We only ask for forgiveness from the gods, and we dare not ask for any reward."

Then the four people left.

That night, a fire broke out in the royal court, burning dozens of tents.

"Who did it?"

Hua Zhuo had a cold face.

"Khan, still looking."

Hua Zhuo's heart suddenly moved, "I ordered people to follow those four people... and bring them back for questioning."

In the middle of the night, the guards following Yang Xuan and others came back.

"The four of them were always there and even came out to worship God at night. They were very pious."

Hua Zhuo's face looked uncertain, "Are you sure?"

The guard nodded, "I saw the four people worshiping the gods, no one is missing."

Hua Zhuo took a deep breath and turned pale, "Bring it back... No! Please come back, immediately!"

In a tent in the royal court, a man in a blue shirt held a piece of gold and said happily: "You can go home as soon as the wind blows over."

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Chapter completed!