He should have told King Miao and that stupid monarch of Chi You to listen to him and capture Feng Kingdom first and then Suzaku.
Nusha should be left to be dealt with last.
Fortunately, he still had a backup plan, "What happened to what the former King of Japan told me?"
Hearing this, the confidant raised his head slightly and replied, "If nothing goes wrong, I will definitely enter Shura Valley today and bring Miss Helan back."
"Well..." Qing Ren nodded, his cold face finally showing a hint of satisfaction.
After a pause, he looked at the blue sky and asked as if it was normal, "Have you fully conveyed my intention?"
The face of the confidant froze, and a trace of hesitation flashed for a moment, "Wang...if Master Helan knows about this..."
"Did my uncle save your life?" Before he could finish speaking, Qing Ren interrupted in an unhurried manner.
He said, "Because my uncle saved your life and is your benefactor, you won't listen to my words?"
"Subordinate..."
"So..." Unconsciously, Qing Ren exuded the aura of a cautious person.
The words were cold, "I asked you to bring back my cousin. If you can't bring her back, bring her body back. You..."
He lowered his head and looked at his confidant kneeling at his feet, "Do you feel guilty?"
"The lives of my subordinates belong to the king! With just one word from the king, my subordinates will go through fire and water, and their death will not be a pity!"
After a heart-to-heart confession, his cronies had long been afraid of Yu Qingren's cold-faced and ruthless style.
After his words, the man smiled slightly, waved his sleeves, "Very good, get on down."
Those who achieve great things don't stick to small details.
Why did my aunt die by the sword of the Feng people and die in a foreign land? It was because her heart was too soft.
And his uncle could only become a valuable pawn in his hands.
A key that opens the door to the Kingdom of Wind.
…
In Shura Valley, nothing has changed in ten years.
But when Bai Mulin reluctantly returned to the valley with Mo Qingran, she discovered the mess.
The corpses of men in black were scattered on the pavilion and floating in the lake. The blood on the shore was dyed red.
It seems that the bloody storm here is about to end.