Sha Mu originally wanted to go directly to the tent of the nephew of the Great Clan, but after careful observation for a while, he found that the maids who came in and out of it kept bringing in women's clothes and food.

However, as far as he knew, because of his age, the nephew of the Da Yan clan had not yet married.

In that case, who would be the woman who was in it at the moment? When the greater wind and sand blew, he took advantage of the sand to get close enough to the big tent, and then he jumped up and attached himself to the top of the tent. Under the cowhide tent that he had opened, the woman's side face was clearly visible. That's the servant of the Great Clan. She was the eyes and ears she sent to spy on her nephew. The nephew of the Da Yan clan is not very easy to be, he sighed like this, and suddenly found that the maid turned around and looked at his face.

The woman's kung fu is good.

Just now because he saw her tied to the lamppost by the nephew of the Great Clan, he almost mistakenly thought that she was just a girl who could pass on the orders of the Great Clan. It seems that it was not the boy who forcibly occupied her, everything was originally a bewilderment instructed by the Da Yan clan. Shamu could tell from the speed with which the servant turned her head and the power of her eyes when she looked at people that she had spotted herself.

It seems that he can't comfortably talk to the nephew of the Da Yan clan about this deal. Shamu thought regretfully. The servant could hear him, but could not tell who he was. He could walk away quietly when he himself had never been here.

However, when his figure left the spire of the tent.

The woman who was tied to the lamppost easily broke free from the shackles of the sharp straw rope, opened the iron lock on the wooden box on one side, and let the aliens who had been hiding in it come out, "He Zhou Gongzi is right!

When she opened the wooden box, the hands of the aliens were still flying on the rice paper, and if you stood far away and looked at it, it almost made people think that it was the pen in his hand that was carrying his hand on the rice paper, so dexterous, if there was divine help, "Just now at my angle, I can see his whole face intact, and it will be almost good, and I will soon get a new portrait of Shamu." Once again, you can track down his traces with the help of secret arts. ”

The maid nodded with satisfaction, "The nephew of the Great Clan's family is coming back soon, you hurry up and bring this portrait to your chief." Just wait for Shamu to convince the nephew of the Great Clan to bring the Khan's men to pick up Shamu, and then kill the Khan's guards! ”

The alien looked up after dropping the last touch on the portrait, "The nephew of the Great Clan, that waste, really dares to betray his aunt?"

The maid smiled, "The madness of wanting to change his situation will make him hot-headed!" The maid knew that the weak boy had long been fed up with his aunt's contempt. But his little tenacity is not worthy of his greed and self-esteem. He will soon taste the bitter fruit of betrayal.

***

Shamu came to the way back from the nephew of the Great Clan, thinking about the benefits he could give the young man. But after thinking about it for a long time, the answer is zero. The young man came from an aristocratic background, and although he lived by his aunt's breath, he had enough food and clothing, and he did not know that the sufferings of the world except his status could not be separated from his aunt's wings, and although he was often stabbed there to the head and bleed, he preferred to return to his aunt's thorny wings and be wounded again and again than his fear of the unknown, because those wounds were never fatal. His aunt only liked the slight pain that did not lead to death, either in words or with a sharp blade. And those are the things he is used to.

Having failed to find anything practical enough to impress the boy, he never wasted any more effort on that idea.

Just let the sword dance around his neck. That way, his threat to the teenager would be better transmitted. I heard that he was not a smart child. At the end of the sandstorm, galloping horses appeared. But the speed is too slow, which means that the strength in the hands of the person who rides the horse is not enough, and the sharp weapon wielded with this power will be the first to lose half of the anger. If the two armies clashed, he would have lost his life with a single sword. This is somewhat inconsistent with the family characteristics of the Da Yan clan, several of her half-brothers are good at fighting, and even the Khan has to be a little wary of them with great achievements. Now they are under the control of the Khan, and they have become role models for the great masters. Shamu controlled the speed at which he appeared, so that he would not be too abrupt to frighten the noble boy.

But he clearly overestimated the teenager's ability to bear it.

Too fast like a murder weapon. Too slow like a ghost. He couldn't easily find that check.

So as soon as he appeared from the shadows, the boy was thrown off his horse by the startled warhorse. The voice that became extremely sharp asked, "What are you?"

Shamu actually wanted to ask himself, what is his true identity now?

He reached over to hold the boy's hand, which made the boy shudder. The sword worn by the boy was the best weapon in the desert, and they had brought it from the far plains and sharpened it to forge the sharpest edge for him. But the boy couldn't pull it out at the right moment for self-defense. The master's timidity made the sword itself lose its cold breath as if it were dead. The slender hilt of the sword, to the eyes of man, seems to have weathered and crisp, and now it seems to have gotten rid of its bloodthirsty fault, and is as cowardly as its master.

Shamu looked up at the boy with a regretful look at the sword, who tried to use his arms to support him and try to break free of his restraints.

"I don't mean to hurt you, I just want to ask you to do me a favor!" Shamu tried to help him up, but the boy slipped and fell back into the soft sand.

"You're Shamu!" The young man's eyes that originally wanted to relax, when he found that the person in front of him was indistinguishable from the Shamu in his memory, his eyes that wanted to relax immediately became hollow again, and there was a whistling fear slapping every flesh and blood on his body, making his eyes flicker, agitated and even spasmodic, "It's not that I'm going to catch you, you know that none of this has anything to do with me, I'm just ......"

Shamu stopped him from continuing to explain, "It's none of your business, I know all this. But I want you to find me a chance to meet the Khan. ”

"It was hard, you know, it was hard, my aunt didn't believe me, she even sent someone to spy on me. ”

"I know, but that woman is now tied to your help, and she can no longer be her aunt's eyes and ears. Shamu kept the volume as low as possible to make his voice soft and harmless.

"It's not that simple, she'll send more people. She is a cruel and thoughtful person. She would never rely on one person for everything she wanted. The boy's answer was still high-pitched, and the fear hidden in it caused these sharp voices to rise and fall several times, condensing into a cry.

"What about her contempt? Haven't you had enough, if you take me to the Khan, you'll get a new status. And as long as you say everything, you will become the khan's henchman. You will gain the status of the Khan's bodyguard, and one day become a real general. ”