Yun Jingchu turned his head with a hint of surprise, raised his eyebrows and said, "Why, the Thirteenth Prince doesn't like the flesh on the chest, or do you like the flesh on the thighs?"
"Stop! Stop! Let's retreat, can't we retreat? Please let my twelfth brother go." A look of madness appeared on Dasil's face, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
"It's okay to say no earlier." Yun Jingchu pressed his hand, signaling the soldier to pause, and then said loudly, "Wu Shang, come back."
Wushang's eyes moved slightly, and his body flashed, turning into a white shadow. The next moment, he fell back to Yun Jingchu. He threw the plate in his hand aside, sat down next to Yun Jingchu and continued to grill the meat slowly and elegantly.
He looked like a banished immortal, as if killing a dozen people with one sword just now was someone else's illusion.
Yun Jingchu looked at Dashil with a smile, waiting for him to make a move.
Dasil turned to Damour, who was still in a daze, and said, "Brother Ninth, withdraw! If you don't agree, don't blame your brother for being rude."
"Thirteenth brother, it's impossible, this is..."
Before Damour finished speaking, Dashil's face darkened, he waved his hand and said coldly: "Come here, surround Prince Ninth Prince and Prince Modan."
The slightly stupid person behind Dasil was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He stepped forward and ran towards Damour and Mao Dan. Damuur's guards and Mao Dan's guards reacted and stepped forward to stop him with their swords drawn.
However, the opportunity was lost. After a brief exchange of swords, the sword in the hand of the guard of Dasil was placed on the necks of Damour and Mao Dan.
Damour and Mao Dan's guards looked angry and wanted to fight again. Dasil's face darkened and he shouted angrily: "Don't move, otherwise, I will chop your master alive."
The guards looked stunned, immediately stopped swinging their swords, and froze in place.
Damour and Mao Dan held dozens of knives at the ready, their expressions changed drastically, and they said angrily: "Dasier, you rebelled against me!"
"Brother Ninth, I'm sorry. My younger brother has no choice. You can ignore Brother Twelve's life and death, but I can't." After saying that, he ordered the guards holding the two of them, "You guys, take them both down from the tower."
Then, he turned to the other attendants and said, "You guys, give the order immediately and everyone packs up and prepares to leave the city!"
Prince Mao Dan also had an angry look on his face. He looked at Dashil and said, "Prince Thirteen, please think twice before you act. Can you bear the responsibility for destroying the cooperation between the Kingdom of Jin and the Huns?"
Dashil looked determined: "I have no time to think twice. If I think about it again, my twelfth brother will be tortured to death."
Dasil asked someone to take Damour and Mao Dan down to the city tower. The guards around Damu Muer and Mao Dan were afraid of moving and could only follow behind.
After getting off the tower, Dasil ordered everyone to pack up and retreat. Damour's generals and the Huns generals did not move and looked at their commander.
"Brother Ninth, Prince Mao Dan, ask your people to withdraw immediately! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Dashil said coldly.
"Thirteenth brother, don't be stubborn. Before we make a big mistake, you'd better let your people let us go. Otherwise, you won't be able to afford it when Father Khan asks about the crime." Damour said coldly.
Face said.
"Stop talking nonsense! Let your people retreat as soon as possible!" Dasil's face was crazy, and he pulled out the knife in his hand and placed it in front of Damour's neck. With a slight exertion, Damour's face immediately appeared.