The Khan's brother's heart twitched, and the stubbornness in his body seemed to drift away with the departure of the young man, and he was so frightened that he almost wanted to cry, he was about to disobey the Khan's orders, but even his father did not dare to do such a thing. All the choices are made today, once they are made, there is no room for return, does he really want to join the family of the Da Yan family?

This is terrible advice from a weak teenager!

And at this moment, the figure in his eyes, which had not completely disappeared, raised his arm, and his incomparably clear voice was heard in the rolling yellow sand. "The final decision, no one can help, and the general has to make it himself. But one thing has always been certain, in short, the general just remembered to pick the one that was beneficial to him. ”

When the words landed, the figure of Mercedes completely disappeared into the yellow sand! Now even he doubted whether the boy had said that. Instead of mishearing the sound of the wind blowing yellow sand as what he wanted.

He lowered his head and asked the yellow sand on the ground, they didn't understand him, and swirled silently, probably laughing at him.

But there was nothing wrong with their ridicule, he was really scared, afraid of change, afraid of being alone like this.

But when he actually saw those people in the arsenal, he knew that his choice had already been decided.

"We thought the general was going to bring some new ideas, you know, General, you repeated these confessions, it looks like useless waste. The envoy of the arsenal angrily threw away the wine glass in his hand, probably looking at the khan's face, so that it did not hit his head. And the guards of the arsenal behind him, sharpening their blades, were obviously fed up with him just like him, and if this time, he had half a point in his words, they should have cut off his head first.

Khan must have thought of this. He didn't have to do it himself if he wanted to kill himself, the people of these arsenals, like the weapons they forged all day long, were hard and murderous.

After thinking about this, he only continued to repeat his plea indifferently, and then handed over the gold that had been carried on the horse's back, and then got up to take his leave.

"I want to ask about this gold, his new master?" the messenger of the arsenal smiled.

The smile of the messenger that he saw for the first time dazzled him for a moment, and he didn't know where he was. It took him a moment before he smiled back. In fact, there was no need to laugh back, for the messenger, who was completely intoxicated by the brilliant and dazzling color of gold, had no time to look at him.

"They are the messengers of you. I've wanted to say these things for a long time," he began, uncharacteristically, to tout the arsenals, as if from the moment he entered, the men cast contemptuous glances at him. He explained, "The reason why I didn't give these treasures to the messengers in the first place was not my own thoughts, nor because the messengers who didn't agree to my conditions were people I hated, but because only those who heard the Khan himself say those words know the unbearable reason. He paused, and did not go on to say the reasons, but the people of the arsenal must have thought of more varied and rich words to help him, and to form in their hearts the worse parts of their minds what he had not finished.

The Khan's cousin, a slight smile appeared on his lips when he heard the sound of the Arsenal Emissary's men, whose palms were as sharp as rocks, rubbing against their weapons, but the Emissary on the other side continued not to notice the emotional changes on his face, and he was smiling at the gold that had been placed in his hands.

When he heard that the Khan's ruler of the Golden Sands would be replaced by his cousin, the emissary knew that he was about to make a fortune. The intention of the chief of the arsenal has always been very firm, they want to cooperate with the family of the great clan of the past generations, this is the rule of the gods, and it can never be changed. The family of the Great Clan is irreplaceable in the control of the golden sand. Because the real gold drawings are held in the hands of the Great Clan, they have been passed down from generation to generation and have never been opened. The story in the legend is clearly defined, it can only exist in the hands of the Great Clan, otherwise it will be destroyed when it is opened one day.

Sometimes he wondered if there was no gold hidden under the sand. The legend of the Golden Communion is all false. As long as you think about it, you will know that fake, all weapons and all gold are now based on the sale of gold sands, and one hand pays and the other hand delivers. The great clans of the past generations have only one reputation. It was perhaps a whisper from their first generation of loyal khans to their wives, and when they were in love, everything was spoken. Then the envoy of the arsenal burst out laughing, "Let me guess what the Khan said about us warriors, he said that we don't have brains at all, but we have a pair of hands that can forge iron, and if he gives us a little sincerity, we will be overwhelmed, and even if it is the poison he gave us, I will drink it as a celebratory spirit." It is precisely because we were so stupid and loyal that we are not so easy to talk about now. Even if he drank his poisoned wine, he did not die so easily. ”

"There are many means in the arsenal, and I have learned this!" said the Khan's cousin, who had left the last sentence, and walked out.

He returned to the Great Khan's Tent. As he expected, the Khan was not waiting for him as a person, but for his corpse, so when he returned safely, both the Khan and his father showed surprised faces.

What were they thinking at this time? First of all, it must be why he came back alive, it seems that the mind of the arsenal is indeed difficult to fathom, and they are not angry. His graceful return made them fall into an embarrassing situation, and their mood became very strange, from the initial shrunk to extremely excited. What would it be like if he hadn't met the scheming young man of the Great Clan? He came to them in the form of a corpse, and then accepted the highest honor from the Khan. It seems that there is really nothing wrong with playing tricks. Otherwise, how could he have seen such a sight? With his own eyes! He stroked his brocade clothes a little greedily, they were so smooth that he was glad to be able to touch them!

"The people in the arsenal still don't accept the offer. The gold is useless, and the roar is useless!" he fell to his knees, "it's all my fault. "The sin of embezzlement of money, which has always been regarded as a primitive impulse, has never been to death in this desert!"

The Khan's eyes also flashed with a cold light, "These constantly entangled arsenals are still coveting their status in the name of the gods!"

"Our ancestors, we really shouldn't have separated the power to own the arsenal from your khan!" his cousin grumbled for him!

At first, Khan wondered how the arsenal had changed their personalities, they had always been murderous people. After all, to forge the best weapons, they have to keep experimenting! You can even control when a person dies! even when he's young......