With a look on her face, she realized that the situation had changed, turned around, and started to chase the King of Beirong in the direction he left.

The moon in the sky is curved like a hook, like a pair of narrow, cold eyes looking down from the world to the world. It reflects the hilarious scenes of the world below. Everyone is immersed in this ocean of joy and has no time to notice what is going on in the dark.

turbulent.

After reveling for most of the night, their sleeves were dripping with wine, and all the cells in their bodies were in a trance. The Beirong people, who were dancing hand in hand around the bonfire, were gathering together to kick their legs and swing their arms forward and backward. Something strange happened to a dozen of them.

His eyes were completely different from those of the people around him. When he opened his eyes, they looked like a sharpened cold blade, shining with bright light.

Seeing that the time was right, they decisively knocked away the people dancing and dancing around them, cleared the area left and right, and then took out a black round object from their pockets and quickly threw it into the fire.

I don't know what kind of material the "black ball" is made of. It explodes when exposed to fire. The irritated sparks scream and splash out. People whose skin is touched scream in pain and retreat in panic.

"what is that?!"

They ran away in shock and fear, instinctively feeling threatened in their hearts.

I saw a puff of thick smoke popping up from the fire, like ink quickly dyeing a pool of clear water black. There was no way to hide or avoid it. The pungent smell really made people's eyes hurt and their noses sore.

sneeze.

The large thick smoke made the originally gloomy night seem to be pocketed in a black cloth bag. Suddenly the people running were almost confused and couldn't figure out the way forward. However, the unknown can deepen people's fear and imagination. They were immediately confused and panicked.

, like a huge invisible monster chasing after me in the darkness.

"Lord——"

It was impossible that Chen Baiqi had not heard the huge noise at the bonfire meeting behind her head, but everything had its own priorities. She did not stop until she heard an anxious roar, and then the sound of cold weapons hitting each other.

The other party not only threw poisonous mist into the fire, but also sent a group of assassins to interfere.

Thick smoke blinded people's ears and nose to distinguish the environment. Sudden changes were like thunder. No matter how drunk they were, they woke up instantly. Meng Changjun stroked his somewhat hot forehead, panted slightly, and broke free from the pull of the secret guard.

Leave.

"My Lord, get out of here with your subordinates quickly!"

Mengchangjun turned a deaf ear. Although he could not see clearly around him, there was a lot of noise and chaos. Chaotic footsteps and anxious shouts could be seen everywhere. Of course, there were also guidance sounds to calm down and maintain order, but they only had a minimal effect.

Everything turned into a mess in an instant, which only made people's heads explode and their breaths confused.

"Have you seen Chen Rui? She just left... If she encounters an assassin, how will she deal with it alone?"

Although his mind had become clearer from the drunken chaos, his body had not recovered. His body, which was not very flexible, was slightly swaying. He opened his eyes to look for the slender figure like a feather, and the corners of his upper eyes were tightened with exertion.

And slightly red.

"Lord, although this poisonous smoke is not fatal, it will lose its strength if left for a long time. The assassin will soon touch this side. It is better to leave quickly with your subordinates-"

Ignoring the objections of the secret guard, he pushed him away and insisted on groping forward.

"Chen Rui——"

The compulsive sudden awakening was still not as good as the usually iron-hearted Mengchang Jun. His temples were swelling suddenly, and his body was getting hot. He couldn't weigh the pros and cons, and he couldn't think of handling it prudently. He could only rely on it.

Instinctively look for the person you want to see.

Chen Bai frowned and was stopped in his tracks by the shout.

The half-downed eyelashes were as fine as fans, and the shadow cast by them blocked her eyes.

No, if we look back now, I am afraid that the Beirong King will be in trouble, and Ju will become the enemy of the entire Beirong tribe and the Chu State. On the contrary, the Zhou State's conspiracy succeeded and stayed out of the incident unscathed. She had been preparing for so long and missed this time.

, she didn’t know when she would be able to take him back intact.

But……

"Chen Rui——"

Mixed in with the noisy and panicked shouts, his deep and sharp voice came out so clearly, as if passing through a huge crowd of people, perhaps because the person he had been shouting was her name.

The flaming bonfire was isolated by the thick smoke and turned into a pale red halo that was trembling, as if it was blocked by the darkness and stagnant and unable to move. The position where Chen Baiqi was standing now was already close to the edge, and even the subtle and sharp firelight could not be seen.

Unable to reach blessings, one is directly in the darkness.

She let out an irritated breath, finally turned her head, fixed her position, and immediately escaped into the poisonous smoke.

——

In the army tent of King Beirong, when he was escorted back by the guards, the cool night breeze blew all the way to wake him up. He woke up a little from his drunkenness, but his throat was thirsty. He sent someone to bring him water, so he sat down with his legs crossed and his eyes

Staring dimly at the dim firelight in the tent, he leaned his forehead and fell asleep.

The wind blew through the fire and the light swayed. Someone opened the curtain door and entered the tent. At first, King Beirong thought it was an attendant. Without even raising his eyelids, he said in a rough voice: "Bring the water."

Perhaps his senses were dulled by his drunkenness, so he did not notice this obviously wrong reaction at the first time.

But after a while, no one responded. He squeezed his thirsty throat and looked angrily. Unexpectedly, he saw a tall tower-like figure standing at the entrance of the tent. He lowered his head slightly and was struck by

Part of the light was blocked, and his face was almost completely immersed in black shadow, but his familiar dress and figure made King Beirong recognize him at a glance.

"Chang Shengde, why are you here? Don't you know that breaking into the king's tent is a serious crime?" He slapped his palm on the table and shouted angrily at the person.

But deep down, I felt uneasy.

Not only did his voice not lower, but it was deliberately amplified in this silent night. Why didn't the soldiers guarding his tent rush in immediately? And Chang Shengde broke into his tent so late without warning.

, stood there silently, looking completely malicious.

"What do you want to do? You traitor, have you completely betrayed Beirong now? You ungrateful lackey, what are you going to do to me?"

He stood up quickly, but due to the blood rushing to his head, his vision went dark and he could not stand firmly, his head was heavy and his body was light.

Under the dim light, that majestic figure weighed on people's hearts like a heavy shadow. He still didn't speak, but the eyes he looked at were numb and cold. He had no vitality. He was just a killing machine that obeyed orders.

.

A burst of cold sweat soaked the clothes from King Beirong's back. He had a premonition that something might happen to the people outside his tent, and the only one he could rely on now was himself.

"Why didn't you say anything? Are you feeling guilty or have nothing to say?"

The King of Beirong was not sure what his state of mind was at the moment, so he neither took action nor replied, and stood guard at his door like a smelly and cold stone tablet, making him unable to leave and retreat, and felt terrified all over.

He was deeply impressed by Ju's martial arts and unrivaled strength. It could even be said that it was a shadow of his childhood, because Ju had been his riding teacher for a period of time when he was a child. His face was as cold and hard as a stone.

, and the harsh and cruel nightmare training methods made him miserable. He once suspected that he simply wanted to take the opportunity to kill himself so that his father would have no successor and seek the position of King of Beirong.

At this time, there seemed to be a burst of chaotic shouting coming from a distance outside the tent. The two people in the tent were both martial arts practitioners, so naturally they had better hearing than ordinary people. In the stagnant environment of the room, they both heard the sound outside for the first time.

That unusual movement.

King Beirong's expression changed: "What did you do?!"

At this time, Ju finally reacted. He was like a machine whose axis switch had been twisted. His skeletal muscles spread out like a pair of strong muscles and iron bones, and the suppressed dangerous aura suddenly poured into the entire closed tent.

, making it narrow and cramped, and even deprived of air.

The Beirong King's pupils shrank into needles, he rolled over and pulled out a sharp scimitar from under the table, and struck preemptively. Rather than sit back and wait for death, he would rather fight to the death with the enemy first, although he also knew that it was equivalent to the ceiling of the Beirong clan's military strength.

But it was impossible to kill him at the slightest provocation.

He slashed his head with a knife, which was as strong as breaking wind, but Ju did not hide away until the strong wind whipped up by the blade hit his face. He stretched out his arm, and his thick five fingers held it tightly like cast iron.

The King of Beirong gritted his teeth and pressed down hard, but he was sweating profusely in the cold spring night. The other party easily grabbed him and he couldn't move, like a cat that was pinched by the back of the neck.

Ju Wei slightly lowered his huge body, tightened his arms, and his bulging muscle lines were like undulating mountains, full of majestic power.

He shook his arm, and the Beirong King's Sword and his men were smashed onto the desk. The thick solid wood desk broke his leg, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

But he is not a simple person after all. Even if the opponent has great strength, he can still change his position slightly in the air to avoid serious damage.

He stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "You are not worthy of the everlasting virtue that my father gave you. Your Central Plains name is Ju, a shameless and despicable beast, a slave like a dog!"

He cursed and vented.

"die."

As soon as a huge, deep sound like thunder rang out, people were already killed in front of them.

The King of Beirong was also suffocated at this moment. He kicked over the scattered remains of the desk at his feet and raised his long sword to greet him.

The two exchanged blows dozens of times. Although the Beirong King had weapons in his hands, he was unable to injure the opponent in the slightest. Ju's wide-open eyes were abnormal at first glance. The whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. His attacks were even more ruthless and cruel. It was obvious to see

King Beirong's heart and liver were trembling.

He finally realized something was amiss. Although he had been taciturn before, he was not as full of killing as he was now, without any unnecessary emotions.

He was not Ju's opponent at all. After several fights, he was held hostage with a knife, kicked in the stomach and rolled to the ground.

The kick was so heavy that he lay on the ground vomiting blood and couldn't even get up.

When the deep black image covered his body with a sticky coldness, the King of Beirong was filled with hatred, anger, and fear.

He tilted his head tremblingly, only to see that his face was expressionless, but his scarlet eyes were staring at him, as if he was a pig or dog waiting to be slaughtered.

"You, are you not afraid, are you afraid that my father's ghost will come to find you? You - beast, don't forget, you, you cough cough..."

Ju Yi stared at the Beirong King without blinking for an instant as he coughed violently. He probably hurt his lungs and was spitting out blood. His pale face was covered with blood, and he couldn't even speak coherently.

But Ju was as indifferent as a heart of stone. No matter what he said or did, nothing could affect Ju's determination to kill. He bent down to pick up the scimitar that fell on the ground, approached Beirong again, stretched out his long arm, and the tip of the knife

It hit the head of King Beirong.

"You must die."

An extremely slow and erratic voice gave the death order to King Beirong.
Chapter completed!