Yuan Xuan smiled, seeing that Zamuhe was so unhappy, he was happy.

"King, please rest assured, at most three or five months, at least one or two months, Yuan Xuan will definitely come back!" This sentence is categorical and resounding.

Zamuhe wanted to cry without tears.

Forced to smile, "In that case, then the king won't keep you much, presumably you are also like arrows. Come on, since Commander Yuan is leaving, prepare a thin gift--" said and clapped his hands.

The henchmen behind the door heard this, and after a while, they took out a few trays, which were full of gold and silver, and jewelry.

"It's just a small gift, you can accept it, I won't send it to you, Samba, come and send Yuan Commander out." As he spoke, he pretended to have a headache, sat on the chair with his ass, and didn't move his nest.

A trace of disdain flashed in Yuan Xuan's eyes, but he quickly relented, nodded at Xiling Lan, and the two walked up to Zamuhe, saluted again, and said goodbye.

Then he took the thin gift given by Zamuhe and went out.

Back in the tent, some of Yuan Xuan's henchmen had already heard the rumors and rushed here to guard.

Seeing Yuan Xuan and Xiling Lan coming back, with a reward, he knew that he was only afraid that Yuan Xuan's so-called resignation was true.

Immediately the crowd became angry.

Yuan Xuan motioned for Xiling Lan to go to the tent, and he calmed those henchmen outside.

When Yuan Xuan entered the tent, the gold, silver and jewels that Zamuhe had rewarded him were gone, and his henchmen were all gone.

Xiling Lan looked at Yuan Xuan with some doubts, but did not ask.

Yuan Xuan's heart was sour, and he once again soberly found that even if he whitewashed the peace and pretended that nothing had happened, it was still different from before.

If it was before, Xiling Lan would definitely ask if he didn't understand, and there would definitely be no hesitation.

But now, she had clearly drawn a distance between the two, and she couldn't get closer.

Although he felt uncomfortable in his heart, Yuan Xuan didn't show it on his face, he only took the package he packed up yesterday and walked out of the tent silently.

Outside the tent, the two good horses had been waiting for a long time, and the two turned over their horses and slapped away without hesitation.

When the horses ridden by Yuan Xuan and Xiling Lan disappeared from sight, several black shadows immediately appeared on the side of the oasis, and one of them galloped back to the palace.

The rest of the black shadows followed behind Yuan Xuan and Xiling Lan.

In the palace, Zamuhe was pacing the hall, his brows furrowed, his eyes uncertain.

As soon as Yuan Xuan left, he felt the comfortable feeling that a mountain above his head had been moved, but he was a little unwilling to let Yuan Xuan go like this.

Especially what Yuan Xuan said at the end, he will come back in a month or two, what if he really comes back?

Do you want to send someone to unite several tribes and kill Yuan Xuan and the others in the desert by taking advantage of the geographical advantage?

Just as he was hesitating, as soon as Yuan Xuan and Xiling Lan left the palace, someone from the small team of people he sent out to monitor Yuan Xuan came to report.

"King Qiyu, Commander Yuan has left the camp and headed to the northwest."

Northwest? Zamuhe stopped, thinking carefully, wasn't Yuan Xuan a Chu Feng person? How did you go northwest?

Is there a deception, he has other arrangements?

First, the spies returned, and Yuan Xuan gave all the resignation salutes he had given to him to the group of people in the camp who leaned closer to him.

Could it be that he used the excuse of having something at home to go to the northwest to contact other tribes, and then join forces with the people in the camp who were inclined to him, and push himself down from the throne of the Desert King?