More than a thousand years have passed suddenly, and the border of the ghost world at this time is not as calm as before, since the little princess at that time grew up, Zhang chose to travel around, or spend his days in the Qing Palace, and political affairs fell on the head of Mo Yan.

"Brother Huang, Brother Huang!"

When Mo Yan heard this, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he raised his eyes to meet the gaze of the girl with light steps.

"A-Yao, if you are healed, you will run around, not afraid that your father will teach you a lesson?"

Xi Yao is dressed in a watery green yarn, the skirt is embroidered with gold silk and the pattern of the ghost emperor and the royal family, she doesn't like cumbersome clothing, Xi Yao only has a hairpin on her hair, and the hairpin made of Aoki has fallen a few beads made of crystal, and it makes a dinging sound.

"Brother Huang! Ah Yao is not so fragile! Look at ......" Xi Yao spread out her hands and turned around in front of Mo Yan, her green clothes floating. "Nothing at all!"

Mo Yan smiled, lowered his head and continued to deal with the official documents, Xi Yao leaned in, and watched his brother review the official documents with his hands on his head.

Wars in the Northern Desert are frequent, and the expenditure of the Ghost Emperor and the royal family should be reduced to pacify the war......

The flood victims in Xihe are struggling to make a living, and food and supplies are transported to Xihe quickly......

Heavenly Realm Zigui was soon promoted to immortal, and he should go to congratulate him, but he only congratulated him with a gift for the flood of the Naisi River......

There are a lot of official documents, but Xi Yao can't remember them, and she doesn't have the heart to read them anymore.

She was sleepy.

Mo Yan looked at his sleepy sister and put down his pen.

He laughed.

He fell asleep in his chair.

Mo Yan smiled helplessly, stood up and walked around the chair, his movements were extremely light, not to mention the sound, not even a gust of wind fanned a little, while Xi Yao was sleeping soundly, he hugged him horizontally, walked to the study cabinet, put her on the bed again, covered the quilt, but the action paused.

His eyes were unintentionally fixed on Xi Yao's bracelet.

If you don't look closely, it is difficult to find that there are words on the bracelet, "A Yao" and "A Zhao", the crooked words seem to be engraved by Xi Yao herself, so it seems that the workmanship of this bracelet is also a little rough.

Isn't it a sweetheart? But in this huge emperor's palace, no one has ever been close to Ah Yao.

Mo Yan frowned, he remembered the unbearable past thousands of years ago, and also remembered that every time there was a war, Ah Yao would close the Lock Heart Palace, not eating or drinking, and concentrate on cultivation.

Also remembered...... The undefeated ghost general with a smile on the battlefield at that moment.

The ghost general who fought for the ghost world, who knew that he was sleeping here defenselessly at this time.

Mo Yan has never wanted Xi Yao to carry too much, Ah Zhao's death, the death of the queen mother, and the war are not what Xi Yao should bear.

I probably understand why the rumored ghost general has repeatedly attacked, but he disappeared after the victory.

Xi Yao is tired...... A-Yao, it's been a great deal......

Mo Yan gently pushed back her casual hair, and did not forget to add a silent spell when leaving, so as not to disturb the princess's rest by the ghost attendants who came in, and continued to deal with the political affairs of the ghost world.

Quiet days don't last long. Only a decade later, the border war has worsened.

In the past, the general of the ghost world in black armor was obvious, after winning the battle with the demon world, he took off his armor and hidden, and no one found him, and now the war is rekindled, and the soldiers on the border are disheartened, and there is no food and grass. Ghost Emperor Moyan sent an army of 30,000 ghost soldiers to support, raise food and grass, and send them to the front line in a few days.

And what is even more exciting is that he is here again.

Yes, obviously.

It's just a red date horse, a slender black figure, and an eagle standing on the horse's head.

It's him, obviously.

One person, one horse and one eagle, broke into the Demon Realm, killed all the way to the general's tent, and provoked him to the extreme, but only killed the envoy of the Ghost Realm who was flattering the general of the Demon Realm at that time, and his eyes under the mask were full of contemptuous smiles.

The Demon General's face was white and then purple, and when it was clear that it was gone, it was completely black.

Although wearing a mask, Zhaoran's face was full of writing, who called me so powerful.

With this move, the soldiers' hearts were stable, and the soldiers outside the tent stepped up their training, but Zhaoran hid in the tent, teasing the eagle.

"General, you ......"

"Huh?"

Zhaoran raised his eyebrows and looked at the lieutenant general who came in to report.

Originally, I wanted to remind the general to go to supervise the training of the soldiers, but at this time, the deputy general swallowed the words on his lips and smiled dryly.

"You eagle...... Endure...... It's good, there seems to be one in the palace, sometimes standing on the roof of His Majesty's study, so imposing, just like you......"

Zhaoran pouted.

"No," the eagle squawked out of dissatisfaction. "Trapped in the palace, is it still called an eagle?"

The lieutenant scratched his head. "It's also ......"

"Go down, General Ben will go to supervise the troops after a break."

"Yes!"

The Demon Realm General did not move his troops for a long time, and Zhao Ran did not move.

The ghost world does not move the other world, but if someone offends me, I will repay it, and what I am waiting for now is an opportunity to send troops. Although the military power is not all in the hands of Zhaoran, it is good to say it.

The commander of the ghost world is Mo Yu, but in Zhaoran's eyes, Mo Yu is just a newcomer who has just experienced the battlefield.

In the barracks, there are ghost soldiers who work or train everywhere, strictly classified, those who form formations, those who break formations, and those who fight, who are obviously holding a paper fan, with a pair of knives on their waists, and they don't know where to go for a while, so they simply find a tall tree, jump up, hide in the shade of the tree and open the peach blossom brew taken from the old cellar, which is extremely comfortable. The tree is still quite tall, and all over the barracks are under his eyes, and he clearly raised his head and took a sip of peach blossom brew, swallowed it slowly, and his eyes glanced around, not forgetting to pay attention to the movements around him.

"Barracks, no alcohol, General Zhaoran." There was a cold sound over his head. "Don't you know?"

"Yes." Wipe the dust off his body. I know who is on the branches above, and I am afraid that the only one who can talk to Zhao Ran like this is the last feather.

It's not a little follower, and she follows her princess all day long.

Zhaoran thought in his heart, but he was helpless, and pinned the wine bag to his waist. "Don't drink it, don't drink it, okay?"

The voice was a resentment. It's not for the majesty of your last general, but for someone else, this general will drink it correctly.

Zhaoran lowered his head and looked at the training ground.

"Hey, little ...... Belch...... Mo Yu, is this formation specifically for the demons? ”

"Hmm." This sound was pronounced nasal, clearly with disdain.

Zhao Ran felt bored, pillowed his hands, leaned against the trunk of the tree, and became sleepy. After a while, he fell asleep.

Mo Yu heard the sound of Zhaoran's breathing, he was a little angry for a while, he gave up thinking about it, jumped off the tree and returned to the military tent to deal with some remaining official duties, and at the same time, the countermeasures against the demon world should also be given in time, and the ghost world did not want to spend too long to fight this meaningless battle.

Zhao Ran's side, closed his eyes, and even ignored the murderous aura that was getting closer and closer, that murderous aura, cool and turbid, obviously from the demon clan.

Zhao Ran sat up casually on the tree, stretched his waist, and "dodged" the opponent's two dark arrows.

The man was in a hurry to release the third arrow, but as soon as the arrow was wound, it was clearly understood. The spies of the demon race are nothing more than that. Zhaoran hooked the corners of his lips. Turning over and jumping off the branch, he walked lightly all the way, and in a short time, he was in front of the man.

The spies of the demon realm knew that it was useless to resist, so they directly threw their weapons and knelt down and surrendered.

"That's all you need?" Zhao Ran smiled. "With you, come and assassinate me?"

"Zhao ...... General Zhaoran, you have misunderstood! The man didn't dare to look directly into Zhaoran's gaze and stumbled to explain. I am, I'm here to join you......"

"How to run? With two hidden arrows? ”

Laughing.

This big brother spy, do you think I'm stupid or stupid or stupid as a general in the ghost world? If you have the ability, do you want to put a sword on the general's neck and force me to take you in?

"That'...... That is, just to draw it out...... Draw you out! ”

Well, it makes sense.

"Go on."

"Say...... Say what...... Oh...... I can help the general inquire about the battle plan of the demons, the time of the changing of the guard and the time when the defense is the weakest...... You see......"

Interesting.

"Tell me, when is the demon army the weakest defense." Zhao Ran played with the double knives in his hands, and the cold moonlight reflected through the blades, shining with cold light. "If you lie......"

"Subordinates understand, understand ......"

Clearly hooked lips.

"Presumably the general knows that in two days, it will be the tenth day of the first month, this day is the day of sacrifice to the ancient demon god, only on this day, the general of the demon world will build a new altar and go out of the camp to worship, because for the sacrifice of the demon god, we inferior soldiers are not allowed to participate, so the general will not bring too many soldiers that day, this is the best opportunity for you to start......"

"Where to worship?"

"The military camp and the demon capital are connected, less than five miles away from the military camp, and the altar is near there......"

"That's right......" Zhaoran's fingers gently stroked the tip of the knife. Tell me such a big thing, how will you explain it when you go back? ”

"General, my heart is on the General," the spy from the Demon Realm suddenly raised his voice. "The devil will bully me and oppress me, humiliate my wife, kill my son, and do whatever it takes to make me sell his life to him! General, whether I can live this time or not, please avenge me! ”

As he spoke, the spy kowtowed with tears streaming down his face, and his forehead slammed into the ground, and the banging sound made Zhaoran feel a little soft-hearted.

"Okay, okay," Zhao Ran couldn't help but say. "Go back, I'll do something about it."

Unable to bear the spies' vigorous kowtow, he made a rough plan for the time being, and went back to discuss with Mo Yu. The two of them parted and disappeared into the woods.

Zhao Ran returned to the barracks, pinned the knife to his waist, ignored the surprised eyes of the guards in front of the commander's tent, and walked straight in.

Zhao Ran already had a plan in his heart, and this plan, in response to Mo Yu's idea, minimized the loss of the ghost world, so small that only Zhao Ran was needed to change the opportunity to attack the surprise attack.

After hearing this, the look in Mo Yu's eyes darkened, he was very curious, what kind of origin did this Zhaoran have, what kind of brain and experience made him know so much about the battlefield, and so thoroughly understand people's hearts.

This person is indeed a bit interesting and dangerous.

Mo Yu pressed the center of his eyebrows, and his eyebrows were twisted together. When he came, the eldest brother told him that he should consider Zhaoran's thoughts in everything, and he understood that Zhaoran was not an ordinary person.

"As you say, just do it."