"Boom!"

Mou Luo Qili suddenly slammed his head on the ground.

"Death to my nephew! Please give my uncle the death penalty! ”

Mouluo Ganda continued to sneer: "Why? ”

Mouluo Qili didn't dare to look up: "Nephew...... The nephew did move...... The idea of killing my uncle! Please give death to my uncle! ”

In the tent, there was a deathly silence.

The gloomy expression on Mouluo Ganda's face gradually dissipated, and he returned to calm: "What about now?" You're still up to the question? ”

"Nephew doesn't dare!"

Mouluo Ganda stared for a long time, suddenly looked up at the top of the tent, and asked lightly: "You just said that I should immediately order the class teacher to return to China?" ”

“…… Be. ”

"What if I don't!"

Mou Luo raised his head fiercely: "Then please don't hesitate anymore, uncle, don't act according to the original plan, it's best to ...... It's better to strike first! ”

"How to preemptively?"

Mouluo Qili gritted his teeth: "Immediately raise the strength of the whole army, enter the big * battalion, and capture Gao Xianzhi!" ”

Mouluo Ganda suddenly smiled: "Get up, I believe you." ”

Seeing Mouluo Qili looking at himself in disbelief, Mouluo Qili smiled even more: "If it were me, I would think the same as you." Even, I'll do it! ”

With such heart-wrenching words, Mou Luo Qili naturally didn't dare to answer, he could only kowtow with "dong dong", and shouted in his mouth: "My nephew is a capital crime!" ”

Mouluo Ganda shook his head slowly: "Although this matter is dangerous, since it has been known to me, I have no worries about destruction." After all, I have 30,000 elite soldiers in hand, no matter how strong the Anxi army is, Gao Xianzhi also has to weigh the weight here, so the initiative is still in my hands, whether to advance or retreat, you can choose calmly. But...... But there is another matter, my uncle wants to discuss it with you first. ”

Mouluo's heart jumped slightly: "Uncle, please speak!" ”

"Brother Che is more than brave and not resourceful...... I wanted him to inherit the throne, but it seems that he is still inferior to you. ”

The uncle's sigh came to his ears, and his heart began to sink.

"Your words and deeds today are enough to prove that you are worthy of the great responsibility! So, I wanted to ......"

Mouluo Qili was naturally not naïve enough to think that his uncle, who could be called a hero, would pass the throne to him, and sure enough, he only heard Mouluo Qianda smile happily:

"I wonder if you are willing to assist Brother Qi and build a powerful empire in the future?"

Mouluo Qili raised his head calmly: "Uncle doesn't care about previous suspicions, of course my nephew is willing." ”

"Hahahaha! What kind of suspicion is this, don't you still put the whole clan first in the end and tell me frankly? Mouluo Ganda smiled suddenly, glared at his nephew who was still kneeling in front of him, and said word by word, "I want you to make a blood oath - never to leave, not to rebel, to be loyal, and to be responsible!" ”

Mouluo Qili smiled: "Yes." ”

After saying that, he still didn't get up, and walked to the front of the handsome case - the huge golden cup used by Mouluo Ganda was exquisitely carved, and it was exuding an incomparably noble golden glow at this moment.

Seeing that Mouluo Qili was pouring wine unusually steadily, Mouluo Ganda smiled with satisfaction - it is better to keep it for those who have the ability. But he could never have guessed what his own nephew was thinking at the moment - although there was a little mistake, after all, it still developed as expected, it turned out that he really knew his father better than his cousin.

The Qarluq people are brave and warlike, bold and pragmatic, which can be seen only from the wine glass that Mouluo Ganda usually uses—three points away from the mouth, and has already contained more than half a catty of spirits.

"Click." A drop of blood melted into the wine from the end of the ring finger that had been bitten by the beggar of Mouluo.

"The gods are above, I, the Qarlu Kuotai Department seek to fall into beggars, and swear to heaven and earth with my own blood: in my lifetime, I will wholeheartedly serve Brother Deed, obey him, assist him, dedicate myself to him, never leave, do not rebel, be loyal, and be responsible! If you disobey, you will be pierced by ten thousand arrows in your heart, and your soul will never return to your homeland! ”

After Mou Luo Qili finished his trembling oath, he drank half a glass of blood wine, and respectfully raised the wine glass over the top.

Mouluo Ganda smiled with satisfaction, and took half a glass of residual wine, although the excited Mouluo Qili was very rude to put the middle finger of his left hand into the cup, and it was also stained with sacred blood wine, but he didn't intend to reprimand his nephew - no matter who it was, it would be a little gaffe when he made such an oath.

"Hehehe, good, good!" Mouluo Ganda drank all the blood oath wine, and finally let go of a big stone in his heart.

"In this way, I will have no worries for at least thirty years! As long as you are loyal and helpful to Brother Qi, our strength is just around the corner! Beggar, uncle, I won't live for a few years, and it's up to you young people in the future! Mouluo Ganda played with the wine glass, but his mind didn't know where to fly, "I know, you are still not convinced." In your eyes, Brother Qi may be a reckless man. Uncle is so concerned about passing on the throne to him, do you think I have any other reasons besides selfishness? Hehe, you can't guess. Qili, you are indeed a master of both martial arts and resourcefulness, but in my opinion, you are always a little inferior to Brother Qi! ”

Mou Luo Qili raised his head and stared.

Mouluo Ganda responded to his nephew's gaze, as if to look deeply into his eyes.

"You're too indecisive! You're not strong enough to kill! And I, Qarluq, have always been a tribe that lives on horseback! Such a nation must be led by a man like Brother Che who never lacks courage and never fears a strong enemy! ”

A complicated look flashed in Mouluo Qili's eyes, and at the moment when Mouluo Ganda didn't have time to capture it, he immediately hid behind the top of his lowered head.

Before he could speak, he suddenly felt dizzy for no reason, and choked on what he was about to say.

The dizziness gradually disappeared, Mouluo Ganda frowned, shook his head vigorously, and then saw Mouluo Qili still kneeling in front of him humbly, couldn't help but smile, and reached out to help:

"Get up, what are you doing on your knees......"

Suddenly, without warning, Mouluo Ganda felt that his waist was empty, and then his chest was cold.

Looking down, Mou Luo Ganda was surprised to find that his beloved short-waisted knife had actually pierced into his chest, leaving only a richly decorated hilt exposed!

"Ahh Only then did the huge pain come, and Mouluo Ganda roared angrily, kicking Mouluo Qili to the ground.

He turned around and wanted to get the long knife he had rested on the handsome case, but another terrible feeling of dizziness hit him again. "Karala", plotting to fall to the burly body of Ganda smashed over the handsome case, and the invincible leader of Qarlu finally fell to the ground with a bang.

Mouluo Qili covered his chest, slowly stood up, and walked in front of Mouluo Ganda.

Mouluo Ganda, who was panting violently, opened his eyes angrily: "You...... You...... You're drugged! ”

Mou Luo Qili looked at his uncle with an extremely strange look:

"You're wrong. It's not me who is indecisive. ”