Chapter Eighty-Four: Killing the God

The bright bonfire jumped, and the ambiguous figures of the two were slightly staggered, but they moved away from a distance to cover up.

Wei Heming's face still had a clear smile, and his facial features took off his youthful childishness at some point, and he had a delicate and handsome appearance that belonged to youth, and the corners of his eyes were also a touch of light red because of the smell of wine.

"I'm used to drinking this wine, and it doesn't seem to be so bad. Wei Heming seemed to have forgotten his question a moment ago, and shook the wine jug leisurely, his knuckles pale but powerful, and he was used to holding the pen at a glance.

Chu Fengge suddenly reached out and untied his robe, shook it in the wind, and draped it over his shoulders.

"It's windy at night, so don't catch a cold. ”

Wei Heming was slightly surprised, it turned out that at some point, his back shirt was soaked with cold sweat, and he didn't feel much by the campfire.

Wei Heming hooked the corners of his lips and leaned into Chu Fengge's ear, his voice was so low that only two people could hear it, but with an indescribable gentleness: "Fang Cai...... I told a big lie to this leader of Su He. ”

He skipped the part where Su He said that he wanted to detain Chu Fengge, and the rest was said in 1510, and then gently instructed: "Your Highness has to perform this big drama well, don't dismantle the stage below." ”

Chu Fengge joked: "Then you have chosen the right corner, I have really coveted that position for a long time, but I want to ask you if you have any ways to fake it." ”

Wei Heming gave him an elbow: "You don't want to ask me why I tell such a lie?"

Chu Fengge narrowed his eyes slightly: "I know." ”

"Your Highness knows?" Wei Heming was slightly puzzled.

Chu Fengge finally provoked a smile: "I know everything about you." ”

How could you not know, Wei Heming's impressions of Su He.

When he returned to Lingbei that year, he saw the dying gentleman, so he vented his anger on the side of the Beihu people.

The first head he brought back was Su He's.

It was he who hung Su He's head under the flagpole with his own hands, so that the man could see it.

There was a vague and unknowable thought in his heart, as if the gentleman would give him one more look at the head.

But no.

The gentleman saw the head hanging high, and there was hatred and joy in his eyes, but also indescribable tiredness.

Two months later, the gentleman whispered during the game, "Your Highness, take off Na Suhe's head." ”

"Why?" he thought the gentleman would be pleased.

In fact, the whole army was very happy, and the strategists also said that this move would definitely make the blood of the soldiers below.

"This move is too angry, it is the way to be handsome, but not the way to be a king. The gentleman whispered.

He didn't know if the emotions that flashed through him at that moment were lost, but his movements were faster than his thoughts, and he seemed to vent and mess up the chess pieces on the chessboard.

The person opposite knelt in front of him in an instant.

"Your Highness is angry. ”

The gentleman's back was still straight, only his head was slightly lowered, and the light gray cloth of his robe was spread out on the ground: "Please think twice, Your Highness." ”

He stared at him for a long time, and finally sighed slightly: "Then take it." ”

The gentleman's forehead touched the brick, and even the straight back fell in front of him.

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"Your Highness, I thought about it for a long time last night. Wei Heming's eyes were tinged with a faint cyan.

He sat on his horse and was calm: "What do you think?"

"I want Your Highness," Wei Heming paused, "What did Your Highness mean by what he said last night?"

He knows it all?

What exactly do you know?

Is it Su He's greedy and murderous nature, or the words he said in front of Su He to protect Chu Fengge, or even ...... The fact that he lived again?

Knowing that Chu Fengge couldn't know, but after listening to the vague hint, he actually had a trace of hesitation.

He wanted to get an accurate answer from Chu Fengge.

Chu Fengge smiled viciously: "Then let's just think about it." ”

Wei Heming glared at him viciously, Chu Fengge approached him, his voice became more ambiguous, and the words he said were even worse: "You think about me every day, which makes me very happy." ”

"When did Your Highness like such a boring trick?" Wei Heming couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Probably, it started with what you were hiding from me last night. Chu Fengge's smile became more and more gorgeous, choking Wei Heming half to death.

Darn!

What did this man know, and how much did he know?

With Chu Shen's experience, he had to think more.

Wei Heming whipped a whip, rode his horse to catch up with the shopkeeper Huang and the others in front, and no longer looked at Chu Fengge's triumphant face.

Shopkeeper Huang obviously didn't sleep well last night, and his expression was haggard when he spoke, as if Wei Heming was a bully: "Young master, do you really want to see that King Beihu?"

Wei Heming pointed with his chin at the leaders of Su He and the Hu people who were in front of everyone, and said softly: "Is it possible that Shopkeeper Huang thinks that we still have a way out?"

Shopkeeper Huang muttered in a low voice: "The villain really has no bottom in his heart. ”

Wei Heming smiled: "What is Shopkeeper Huang afraid of, whether it is smuggling or robbers, haven't the brothers always done the work of losing their heads?

"That's not what I said," Shopkeeper Huang stretched his face: "Even if it is a business that licks blood from the knife edge, it is divided into three, six, nine and so on, the young master's job is no more dangerous, if it is not the young master...... My brothers and I will definitely not do it. ”

Before Wei Heming could say anything more, he heard the sound of messy horses' hooves in the distance, and the Hu people brought by Su He were all on guard and drew their swords and arrows.

Wei Heming was puzzled: "This is ......"

The shopkeeper Huang tightened his face, and when he saw a blood-red banner standing far away on the horizon in front of him, his face was difficult to look at: "Young master, we have encountered robbers on the grassland." ”

Wei Heming had never heard of robbers on the grassland, but there were often horse thieves at the junction of Lingbei and Beihu.

The shopkeeper Huang said: "You don't know, these Hu people are not monolithic inside, the territory between the tribes is fighting for territory, and everyone feels that they don't have enough cattle and sheep, so they have such bandits to loot for a living, and they are not much better than those horse thieves." ”

He also said: "It's the first time I've encountered this group of people in all these years. ”

Wei Heming smiled bitterly: "This is all so that I bumped into it, it's really good luck." ”

Shopkeeper Huang shook his head: "It's not necessarily a coincidence, this Su He went to meet him, and he already brought a lot of cattle and sheep grain, and the other party is afraid that he is here for these." ”

As he spoke, the gang of robbers had already approached, all of them tall, their horses were strong, and their clothes were better than those of Su and the guards beside him.

Su He frowned and drank a few words of nonsense, as if he was negotiating.

And the group of robbers looked at each other, but they rushed up without hesitation, and some of the Hu men went up to stop them, but they were struck down on their backs, and rolled off their horses, and even their foreheads were crushed, and blood gurgled out, staining the dry blades of grass red.

Shopkeeper Huang gasped and whispered to the pock-faced man beside him: "Let the brothers be vigilant, protect themselves, and let those Hu people deal with it themselves." ”

The pock-faced man also grimaced, and took half a step back with the reins.

Wei Heming glanced at Chu Fengge, who was at the back of the team, and galloped backwards.

Chu Fengge's face was clear and frivolous: "Why are you willing to come back?"

Wei Heming didn't answer, but looked at the fight of the Hu people in front of him with solemn eyes.

He knew a little why this group of Hu cavalry in his previous life was so strong in combat, they were originally wolves on the grassland, and the fight on the horse was as skilled to them as eating and drinking.

That Chu Fengge was still teasing in his ear: "You should know that you can't let go of me." ”

"Shut up. Wei Heming pulled out the saber on his waist and laid it in front of Chu Fengge, his gaze gradually condensing. "These are no ordinary brutes. ”

The withered yellow on the grassland was dyed with blood one after another, and Hu people continued to fall from their horses, blood sprayed on the vast grassland, Su He was brave, but he didn't bring many people with him when he went out this time, plus the other party was desperate to die, and he gradually had a decadent appearance.

The knife in Na Suhe's hand was stained with red blood, and when he looked at it from a distance, it seemed to be one with the red skin. With a roar of rage, he rushed into the crowd and slashed at the waist with a slash.

Taking advantage of the shock of everyone, Su He gave his subordinates a look, looking at the group of Han people at the end of the team from a distance, and was extremely dissatisfied with their watching the fire from the other side.

Su and his subordinates Hu Ren understood, and inadvertently opened a gap for the bandits, so someone rushed in and fought with Huang Shopkeeper and others.

Wei Heming's eyes grew cold, and before he could make any move, Chu Fengge had already drawn his saber and slightly drove his horse forward half a step, intentionally or unintentionally blocking in front of Wei Heming.

"Be careful. Wei Heming watched the enemy rush to the front with hideous eyes, and only had time to whisper a reminder before he saw that Chu Fengge's expression had changed and he rushed into the crowd with murderous energy.

Kill, kill, kill.

Wei Heming finally saw with his own eyes the rumored appearance of killing the god.

Not the god of war, but the god of killing.

Every inch of Chu Fengge's muscles, every movement, and every look showed that he was killing, not fighting.

Moreover...... Indulge in it.

His clothes were splattered with blood, and his pupils were also reflected in a dazzling red, and every swing of the knife accurately harvested his life, and the movements without the slightest hesitation made people shudder.

Although he didn't have any expression, it made people feel that he didn't feel pain when he killed, but seemed to have a ...... Pleasure.

For a moment, Wei Heming almost felt unfamiliar with the person in front of him.

The knife cut through the air and crushed it in front of his eyes with the sound of the wind, Wei Heming retracted his attention and raised his sword to block the knife.

Before he could fight back, the expression of the person in front of him was instantly distorted, and blood began to burst from the skull, splashing on his face with residual warmth.

The sneak attack Hu fell from his horse, and Chu Fengge was watching him - with those red and empty eyes.

"Temple ......"

Wei Heming's throat was a little dry.

Chu Fengge slowly evoked a smile.

His eyes weren't in focus, but he was smiling.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to wipe away the blood that Wei Heming had been splashed on, but because of the blood on his hand, a large patch of red was erased.

"Your Highness......" Wei Heming shouted in a low voice.

Chu Fengge had already turned his horse's head and threw himself back into the frenzied killing.