But after all, Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, still died here in such an unknown way, since ancient times, he has become a king and a defeated man, and if he is dead, he is dead, and the loser is the loser. The successful person is still alive and can still take what he needs, but he has nothing left.

Wang Du didn't know that this was the place where Li Xianyue died, but when he walked here, he vaguely felt something, and involuntarily paused.

His foreboding premonition broke through the urgent excitement of leading the army to attack Southern Wu, and it was surging and could not be stopped.

He suddenly said to the little eunuch: "I'm a little unwell today, please talk to Your Majesty, just say that I am slightly inconvenient, and I will definitely enter the palace another day to ask for guilt." ”

He and Li Zenan's relationship is still very deep, but this time he called the other party "Your Majesty" instead of calling him by his first name Li Zenan, precisely because he couldn't find a reason to refuse to move on, was it just because he had a bad premonition?

However, being able to go back on Li Zenan's summons as he wants still shows that he does not recognize the identity of His Majesty the other party too much.

It doesn't matter if you are His Majesty the Emperor or not, I don't think it's good anyway, so I want to withdraw first, it's so simple.

But many things are not so simple.

The Zhu door of the side hall next to it opened with a "squeak".

A white-haired, but still tall and burly one-armed old man crossed the threshold with the famous knife at his waist, and slowly walked towards here.

In his eyes, there was absolute vicissitudes and indifference.

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Wang Du's feet didn't move, but he turned his head sideways, looked at the other party, and narrowed his eyes.

In the same place, one of the characters is also the same.

The scene of that night overlapped with today's scene, and it had a wonderful flavor.

The only difference was that it was dark that night, and then it rained, but now it is daytime, the sun is shining, and the sky is full of spring.

The look flickered in his eyes, Wang Du's whole person did not exude an obvious unusual aura, and no one knew what he thought about the sudden appearance of this person.

Although he didn't see what happened that night with his own eyes, and he didn't even know that this was the place where Li Xianyue died, Wang Du still knew very well who killed Li Xianyue with his own hands.

Of course, he also knew that the old man had a big heart, and the other party was actually just a tool, so although he hated the other party, he found a lot of trouble with Li Zenan, but he didn't find trouble with the other party.

There are wrongdoers and debtors, and there will not be too many people who will spill their hatred on the murder weapon that is being used because of the enemy.

But today, when the old man came, a similar scene was staged again, but Wang Du's heart was filled with murderous intent.

He immediately understood Li Zenan's thoughts.

And he was suddenly very eager for this old man to knife him, and then he would avenge Li Xianyue.

People can't make mistakes again and again, and if the murder weapon follows the owner again and again, then the murder weapon can also be destroyed.

Facing this patriarch, Wang Du's voice was not good: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, since that night. ”

He was reminding the other party.

The biggest mustard between them was born that night.

The guards around him are all from the Northern Xinjiang Army, and their feelings towards Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, are also self-evident, and in such a situation, there is not much difference between them and Wang Du's attitude towards General Guanying.

General Guanying nodded indifferently.

"So what are you and I meeting here for today?" Wang Du asked again.

General Guan Ying didn't answer, just walked forward.

Wang Du put his right hand on the hilt of the Tang knife at his waist.

Sensing his general's movements, the guards drew their swords one after another.

They respected General Guanying, but also feared General Guanying, and at the same time were hostile to each other because of the affairs of Li Xianyue, the king of Jin.

So when they felt that danger was coming, they did not hesitate to choose to follow Wang Du to prepare for confrontation.

"You're the only one?" Wang Du's face was gloomy, "I heard that on that night, in order to kill His Royal Highness the King of Jin, thousands of Shenwu troops were dispatched, and it was not until the last critical moment that you made a move, but despite this, you also broke an arm, and now you are not at your peak for a long time, and if you want to kill me with one arm with your own strength, it is simply wishful thinking." ”

He sneered, looked around, and said in a loud voice: "Come out, today, is it the Shenwu Army, the Yulin Army, or the Longwu Army, the Left and Right Guards?" ”

"Or, together?"

General Guan Ying paused.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then I opened it again, and my eyes became deeper.

Wang Du pricked up his ears to listen to the voices, trying to hear something.

But there was nothing.

There was no sound of neat footsteps, not even the sound of an accident in the ambush.

Although the guards in the capital were extraordinary, he would never think that they were so strict that they were silent at all, especially since he was confident in his ears.

He frowned, a little incomprehensible.

Even if his strength is not as good as Li Xianyue, then it will not be too different, with the current strength of General Guanying, he will definitely not be able to kill himself, but he may be killed by himself.

General Guanying put his hand on his waist and slowly pulled out the black ink.

The whole body is jet black, and it is very oppressive and heavy.

"Whew-"

The knife was truly amazing, and although there wasn't much wind today, it still made a relatively slight whining sound.

It was a voice that once terrified countless enemies.

The prestige is still there, but General Guanying, who is accustomed to using a knife in his right hand, looks a little awkward with his left arm holding Wumo.

Since the battle with Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, his combat power has been weakened a lot, and he can no longer recover, but will only get weaker and weaker, until he is buried in the loess.

The tip of Wumo's knife slowly lifted, and slowly pointed at Wang Du.

Wang Du let out a sneer and pointed the saber in his hand at the other party as well.

But for some reason, the tip of Wumo's knife only stayed at him for a short moment before it swept over and moved away.

Wang Du shrugged his eyebrows in a little surprise, not quite knowing what this old man was going to do.

The tip of Wumo's knife was still moving.

Eventually, he pointed straight to the left of General Gwanei.

It fell slowly.

"Jingle Bell—"

The famous knife of the Northern Tang Dynasty clanged to the ground, making a crisp and pleasant sound.

Wang Du's lips moved, a little unconscious.

The same was true of the guards behind him, who didn't know what they should do for a moment.

General Guanying sighed deeply, turned in the direction of the main hall, and said faintly:

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, the old minister can't do it......"

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(End of chapter)