But the prince of Washington has spoken, which means that Baiyunli and the prince of Ruan will also mean the same thing.

So they decisively withdrew their swords and retreated.

Guan Kuo sat on top of the trace, covered in blood.

He took a few deep breaths and tried to calm his breath, and it had some effect.

He saw Liu Fanghao, and he also saw the change in their expressions in the white clouds in a flash, so he probably knew what was going on.

"My man is dead," Prince Huafu looked at the person in charge and said, "If Jing Zhaoyin doesn't handle it properly, I think my father will express his strong dissatisfaction with Master Ji." ”

He is nothing in his own right, and he can't have any deterrent effect on Lord Kyung Zhao Yin, but his father can add some influence.

Today his face was dull, and now that he had brought out his father's name, that sense of prominence made him feel much more comfortable.

"It's the same for both of us." When Bai Yunli didn't face Liu Fanghao, his state was much better, and he was humane to the leader.

"Understood." The man at the head clenched his fists.

The people of Jingzhao Yin Mansion are like this, concise and clear, and they will definitely do what they promised.

When one of the two sides is the son of Sanfu and the other is just an ordinary Northern Tang soldier of unknown origin, the fool will know how to choose.

"If he can't survive, he can't die, when will the three of us come to visit that blind madman." A hint of coldness flashed in the eyes of the prince of Ruan Fu.

"It's a very simple thing." The man at the head spoke softly and didn't care.

Bai Yunli nodded with satisfaction.

They all believed that although their father could not directly threaten Lord Jing Zhao Yin, Lord Jing Zhao Yin would definitely look at the face of the three mansions and satisfy the three of them.

Jing Zhaoyin's man had a long knife on his waist and crotch, and went forward.

The people of the three mansions retreated and returned to the two sides of the three people in Baiyunli.

They are staggered, which means a kind of hidden handover.

The chaos fell silent, but the people of Chang'an still didn't dare to approach, they looked at the remnants on the ground, and couldn't help but wonder if everything that happened just now was the truth?

More than thirty knives retreated, so the young man who rode without a trace and held Qin Kill would appear particularly clear.

The sun shone on him, and the cold wind was blocked by so many people, so he felt warm.

Guan Kuo raised his face, faced the sun, and closed his eyes comfortably.

I don't know why, but suddenly I feel quite comfortable.

Tens of millions of Chang'an people, looking at this scene like a static painting, could not help but feel a touch in their hearts.

Guan Kuo's heart was also touched.

On the same day, when he left, tens of millions of Chang'an people sent him to the frontier.

Today, when he returned, tens of millions of Chang'an people greeted him on the long street.

Life, really a lot of the time, is just a circle, walking and walking, and coming back.

See the scene again.

Liu Fanghao's eyes flickered, and he carefully looked at the young soldier with blood stains on his body.

She has always felt that that serene look and temperament have a different style, and most importantly, some familiarity.

It seems that she has seen it many times in her memory, but because of the duckweed in the world, her appearance has completely changed, and she is difficult to recognize.

"Dismount."

Jing Zhaoyin's people approached, surrounded Guan Kuo, and the person at the head said coldly.

Traceless stared at them with a pair of horses the size of brass bells, baring his teeth.

It has been galloping on the battlefield for so many years, and everything it encounters today is really a fart, and now this group of stupid rookies actually dares to come over to provoke it and the Guan Kuo brothers, and its fighting spirit has been raised again.

But what it didn't expect was that Guan Kuo calmly dismounted.

Wuji was a little annoyed, probably thinking that the goods were just a coward, and hit it with the horse's butt at once.

Guan Kuo lowered his head, leaned into his ear, and whispered a few words.

If a person could read a horse's expression, they might be able to guess something, but unfortunately, people with that ability are really rare.

In short, in the eyes of many, there is no trace and no expression.

"Knives!"

The man at the head said with a serious face.

Guan Kuo raised his eyebrows.

If you run away without a trace, you can run back again, but what about Qin Kill?

"This is given to me by His Royal Highness the King of Jin, this is General Zhenwei's saber, are you sure you want me to hand it over?" He said.

"I don't understand what you're saying." The one who is the leader.

"I suspect there's something wrong with your brain." Another man behind him.

Guan Kuo's words were quite loud, and everyone heard them.

It's just that, as Jing Zhaoyin's people said, they don't understand.

His Royal Highness King Jin, everyone knows it, General Zhenwei, everyone knows it, but what he said, everyone doesn't know.

Chang'an was whispering, probably speculating on what he said, but more likely it was talking about his brain.

Guan Kuo smiled.

The three of them also laughed in Baiyunli.

What he said just now was not only unclear but also nerve, and most importantly, it was as serious as the truth.

"A soldier scumbag, His Royal Highness the King of Jin, and General Zhenwei?" Bai Yunli sneered, "Don't dream, you still think about how to die later!" ”

The three of them looked at each other and smiled, maybe the kind of "stupidity" that Guan Kuo made them find some kind of pleasure.

Guan Kuo could see the insistence in Jing Zhaoyin's eyes, so he said one word:

"Good!"

He silently put Qin Kill into the scabbard, and untied the entire knife from his waist.

At the same time, he immediately added a sentence:

"You must first be prepared, lest you regret it, the knife is out of my hand, and you will not be responsible for anything that happens to you in the future."

He was well aware of the temper of the tiger wolves in the northern frontier.

General Zhenwei is their counter-scale, whether it is Wang Du, His Royal Highness the King of Jin, or even Bai Congyun, who is relatively gentle on the surface, will show his fierce face and tear the offender apart.

The hundreds of thousands of troops in the entire northern Xinjiang will not recognize people if they turn their faces, let alone Jing Zhaoyin, even His Majesty will not be able to do anything that will damage General Zhenwei.

There was no reason for what he said, and his serious appearance was also a little funny, and the three people in Baiyun laughed a little angrily, because they felt that Guan Kuo was pretending to be # in front of them, not to mention that it was a person who was going to die very miserably, pretending to be before he died.

But those people in Jing Zhaoyin were quite close to him, and from Guan Kuo's body, they could feel such an aura that made them jealous.

That kind of breath made them suspect that what Guan Kuo said might be the truth.

The man at the head hesitated, but the hesitation was short-lived.

"Our Lord Ji's identity as Jing Zhaoyin is not scared." He sneered, then gestured to the man behind him.

(End of chapter)