Nine hundred and ninetieth chapters unpredictable mind
The figures of the six people disappeared in the black hole in the center of the millstone.
Even if they were mentally prepared, this situation still made everyone in Northern Xinjiang look complicated, and they had an unspeakable feeling in their hearts.
The war last year was vivid in my mind, and now Song Zhongkai brought people in, as if they were taking a leisurely stroll and going on a trip.
Why bring these people in?
Not only Yan Xingxia and others had speculations, but Turanto also had some thoughts in his mind and wanted to find out.
Outside the caravan, Huang Putu and Situ Xuankong were sitting at the entrance of the ice and snow cave. One held a gun and the other held a sword. The two narrowed their eyes slightly and stared at the surroundings.
For them, it is enough to guard against the eleven great masters of Northern Xinjiang, and there will not be much problem if the rest of them enter by mistake.
Turanto obviously acted very appropriately. The eleven great masters of Northern Xinjiang gathered here and waited here for three days.
Inside the caravan is their gathering place.
At this moment, in the caravan, the musical instruments started playing, some great masters nodded slightly, and the familiar melody finally pulled them back.
There are also great masters discussing Dongyue's intentions.
"Old Ghost Song is very optimistic about Li Huai'en. It's hard to say anything about political affairs. It's very likely that he will teach everyone his secret method of recruiting people."
"Do they want Yan Xuankong and Li Huaien to become partners?"
"It has been forty years. Could it be that Song Zhongkai has broken out of his cocoon and is reborn? His aura is obviously weaker than before, and he is at the bottom among the great masters."
"Who knows how many tricks this old ghost has, maybe he has really researched something."
"Tell me, is it possible that he used the Xuan Ice House to heal his injuries?"
The Grand Masters talked a lot, and the last sentence made everyone quiet for a while.
Then another great master laughed and said: "If you don't deal with that blue-skinned guy first, who can heal his wounds with peace of mind? That guy is elusive and might suddenly pop out from beside you."
"Except for some basic items, I didn't see them carrying any great medicine or anything else. You can't just rely on a few Dragon and Tiger Great Return Pills to treat the injuries caused by being possessed."
"I'm afraid that Mr. Song will brag and be beaten to death by that blue-skinned man inside, which will make us all miserable."
"He brought the two little ones in. He is really so sure. If any of you have seen him release the secret technique of fixing people, tell me how powerful that secret technique is."
Many people are not at ease with this transaction. If Song Zhongkai succeeds, it will be a good thing for Beijiang and Dongyue.
If it fails, both parties will be losers and there will be no winner.
Turanto's heart sank slightly. Both sides had reasons to bet. Song Zhongkai might be declaring his strength. He could easily accomplish what the thirteen great masters in Northern Xinjiang had not accomplished. Or perhaps, he would take the risk and really try it. To heal, or for the disputed areas on the border, maybe...
It is difficult to guess the thoughts, especially the emperor's thoughts. He himself is also like this. No one can guess his true thoughts.
Turanto's eyes glanced across his chest inadvertently, and his heart felt like a piece of ice.
Song Zhongkai is far from the only one who needs the Xuanbing House.
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Within the ice and snow cave, the previously broken ice floes have solidified into a solid ice layer, and in the distance there is still the ocean and surging waves.
Yan Xingxia pushed Song Zhongkai inside. As soon as he stepped into the cave, the lord's face suddenly turned pale and he breathed the air very heavily. Yan Xingxia took out a Dragon and Tiger Great Return Pill and stuffed it quickly. into his mouth.
After closing his eyes for a long time, he slowly opened them, his body filled with fatigue.
"There are three people in Northern Xinjiang who have tested my aura. It is really difficult to deceive them."
"But you deceived them after all."
"I'm just holding on to this. Thanks to your great-grandson for singing a good song, Hu~"
Song Zhongkai let out a long breath and looked at the two young men sandwiched between Yan Xuankong and Li Huaien. To others, Yan Jinbai's singing was simply a curse. To him, that period of time was listening to
The supreme wonderful sound diverted the attention of the great masters of Northern Xinjiang very well.
"Now it's up to your disciple."
"I'm not bragging, my great-grandson and disciple are both top-notch, there's no telling."
Yan Xingxia's old face straightened up, but his eyes swept around like lightning.
Although he had repeatedly confirmed the photos on Xu Zhi's cell phone, down to some of the textures on the face, it was undoubtedly the same blue skin as shown in Beijiang, but he was still a little uneasy, worried that the blue skin would suddenly appear from beside him.
come out.
"Okay, okay, okay, I know that these two of you, the Yan family, are the best."
"Then you need to help keep an eye on them. They are all being targeted by the hard-educated people."
Yan Jinbai also encountered a similar situation in Liuhe City, but someone broke into his small ruins halfway and was directly killed by Zhixing, the No. 5 official who was observing in secret.
The control these people have over information is staggering. From issuing an order to executing it, it obviously takes time to plan, and it is impossible to rush immediately after receiving information. This kind of penetration is so deep that Yan Xingxia has some helplessness.
"All living beings are suffering, and everyone should rise up." Song Zhongkai chuckled before saying: "They interpret greed as struggle, benefiting themselves at the expense of others. One day they will be uprooted and no one will be left alive."
"If it can't be stopped, then we will use the strategy of implicating the nine tribes. I think they still have the courage to do such a thing."
Song Zhongkai was obviously angry about the Ku Cult. No one would like a sect whose purpose was to overthrow the empire.
"It's not to the point of being implicated."
The bloody policy can only be used at a specific moment. When the country is peaceful and the people are safe, it will cause panic and chaos in the world. Yan Xingxia shook his head, raised Song Zhongkai's wooden chair, and in a flash, he had already flown into the air.
The first task now is to heal the wounds. As long as Song Zhongkai does not die, it will be difficult to change the pattern of Dongyue. Some people with different intentions will not dare to come forward and can be removed step by step.
"Xiao Xu Zhi, how do you feel about my grandson after being in contact with him for so long?"
Li Huaien looked around, holding Xu Zhi and flying for a while, but there were different thoughts in his mind.
"Chuyang is very good, great."
"Then what?"
Xu Zhi looked at Li Huaien and saw the third grandmaster of Dongyue looking at him expectantly. Could it be that he needed to praise Li Chuyang before he stopped?
"He is like the rising sun in the morning, slowly rising into the sky. One day, he will rise high and radiate thousands of feet of light."
Xu Zhi blinked his eyes, and flattery came casually. If the bosses wanted to hear good things, he would say good things. There is no need for a draft to praise people.
"Not bad, that's what I think too. You two should deepen your relationship."
Li Huaien covered his mouth and said quietly: "It doesn't matter that I can't beat Yan Xuankong, it's just that the weapons are not as good as him. In fact, I am better than him, and my education is worse than him."
"Cough cough" Yan Xuankong's low coughing sound came from the inner Qi light screen. Li Huai'en was so unkind that he actually poached him in front of him. The older he got, the less serious he became.
"That's what Chu Yang said too."
When the bosses were fighting among themselves, Xu Zhi could only blame Li Chuyang's head.
While flying, I saw a strange-shaped iceberg flashing below. There were several ice caves on the mountain, and the doors were hung with curtains like light curtains, as if water was falling.
The Xuanbing House in Northern Xinjiang has arrived.