You know, if the sand costs money, my aunt will buy it. So, you must be careful to hide yourself, and don't let me run for nothing. After saying that, the young man beat his horse and left.

The young man entered the tent and saw that the maid was still properly tied to the lamppost, and he stood there for a while and looked at it, and sneered, "I didn't want to tie you like this all the time!" I left like that, but I knew that the people sent by my aunt would definitely come over and didn't want to bother with any other trouble! From then on, it is very normal for your aunt to have a grudge against you. ”

"Do you believe I'm going to betray you?" asked the maid, blinking.

"I'm sure it will be like that!" the young man smiled, and there was no reproach in his eyes.

"And what about your aunt's belief, what is she believing?" the maid continued.

"The conversation is back, and I thought my aunt would still believe that she had taken Uncle Khan's lifeblood by her filthy methods, but I don't think she ought to have annoyed the old fellow at all!" But as long as you listen to his clear words and say these sober-minded analyses, you will know that those expressions are all pretended by him. Those hatreds have long been deeply rooted in his heart, and they are getting deeper and deeper!

For the first time, the servant added a thousand jun power that could not be ignored in the gaze that met him, "The young master's gaze seems to be a little affectionate, the reason why the Great Gang clan is so unscrupulous to annoy the Khan Uncle is not to annoy the Khan himself, just imagine, if you see the Khan who is already fighting under his men, what will you do, compared to, there is no way to retreat and have to get up to fight, this is obviously a more relaxed form, he will adapt to the situation, stand quietly on the side, sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight." ”

His face was close to her, and the breath was close to her, and the sound that came from his throat was like a light mist, "That's your delusion, the Khan will end, he will lend a hand, that's his uncle." The same blood was running from their bones, in their veins. Even ancient memories leave marks on them. Maybe even the pain of breaking a bone will be remembered in one of them. ”

"He hates him too. There are too many uncles of his son who are not addicted to spending time drinking and focusing on things. Each of his sons wanted to make a name for themselves, and they all wanted to expand the power in their hands, and those rights were now in fixed numbers, so if they wanted to reap the rewards, they would look to the Khan, who had more power! It took all her strength to tilt her head to one side, but the finger that had touched the contours of her face was still there, and the touch was as if it were all imagination and not reality.

"Are you admonishing me to continue to please my aunt, and if you consider that you are my woman, this must be the best love thing we can say between us?" he kissed her in the eye. "Her contempt for me will not change! The personality of a person will not change easily, and the assumptions she made at the beginning will follow her for the rest of her life, just like until now, she is in the position of the Great Clan, and she still wants to bring down the Khan as always!"

The servant was silent. Let him give up and gently let the firm and delicate kiss fall like wind and rain on her cheeks and neck, and then downward.

She bit the corner of her lip. Thought he was ......

He had taken a few steps out of the house, and as he straightened up his collar, he shouted outside, "Get out of my best armor." After speaking, his gaze returned to the awkward posture of the maid he tied to the lamppost, "Talk to those people sent by your aunt to communicate with you in a while, and let them untie the rope for you, I will never believe your bitter tricks again." Because now whenever I see you, I can't help but think of my aunt's viciousness. Dreaming of supreme power is madness that flows into the blood of our family. So I don't have to see the expression, I can hear the call flowing in her blood. Because it's the same voice that flows in our blood. They sharpened their knives as they flowed in a cheerful bright red. It's just that their knives are too fast, sometimes cutting off enemies and sometimes cutting themselves. ”

His maid put on his armor, and the maidservant recognized that it was not the one she had brought, and the pain in her fingers seemed to have been ignored by this time. He considered the rough workmanship of one of the rings on top of the armor, but was obviously pleased with the rest of the armor, and he turned his head to look at the servant again, "Auntie will hate me wearing this dress, so I like this one very much." For a long time I wondered why he hated me so much? I ignored the dress at the time, but then one time I saw my aunt looking at the armor. You can tell that this iron ring is completely different from the workmanship of other positions, it is so rough, so perfunctory, that people can see its difference at a glance. But why did the man who built this iron armor fail on one of the rings when he was obviously exquisitely crafted in other parts? This can only show that this iron ring is not the iron ring it used to be, it has been put back on by someone to replace the original one. So the question is, where has the original one gone?" he opened his mouth, as if about to give the answer, but in the next moment, the curtain had been raised, "I have something to do, and this fantastic story will be told until it is time to tell! And if you become the one who knows that secret......" he didn't go on. But the servant could guess his hints! If there was a secret, it would be a secret that could not be known to outsiders. This can also explain why the teenager is really daring this time!

But what the secret is, the maid actually doesn't have a clue. She had never even seen this armor before.

The boy lowered the curtain and went out. The shining armor soon passed through the Khan's guards.

In the name of his aunt, he met the khan with great ease.

After listening to his statement, Khan looked at him with extreme suspicion.

He fell to his knees again, "I'm no longer my aunt's puppet!" He was able to come here, and he had been hesitating all along, and had fought a cruel war. He took a big breath of cold air, trying to use the power of their cold piercing to keep him awake at all times. Should he do this? From a place that is a little reluctant, but still a hotbed, to jump to another cold and windy high point, is it right or wrong? Is it to pursue better, or to jump into the abyss? But in fact, it seems that there is no reason not to do it. Now he's hot-headed, and it's a good opportunity.