On the tenth day of the celebration, Du Wei rode a lavishly decorated ox cart and was escorted by a team of samurai wearing rattan armor and holding wooden swords into the deep mountains towards the temple.

is still unintentional and Tsing Yi accompanying the side.

A group of people walked through the mountain, and walked for almost half a day before they got closer to the tower, and the road in the mountain was rugged, and only Du Weihuang almost vomited out.

The roadside was full of bones, and all kinds of weapons were scattered everywhere, and they were crawling with all kinds of strange dead vines and remnants of snow.

He bent down to pick up a short sword, but the hilt seemed to have roots and grew on the ground, and he couldn't pick it up at all.

Tsing Yi couldn't help but show a surprised expression when he saw it, before entering the mountain, he had been told in advance that he could not carry any blades, so he also carried the same wooden sword as those samurai.

"Sure enough, it's the valley of death." Wuxin sighed and shook his head again and again.

Du Wei saw a glimmer of light in her eyes, she raised her head to carefully look at the surrounding mountains, and took advantage of the team's short break on the way, ordered Wuxin to pick up a small piece of mountain rocks and secretly hide it in her sleeve.

After walking for another half a day, the group finally came to the giant tower.

Unintentionally looking up at the high spire, he said quietly: "The saint will stay here all his life, except for the visit of the king in person, it is difficult to have the opportunity to go out of the mountain in this life." ”

Du Wei walked past him, stretched out his hand imperceptibly, took the piece of mountain stone that Wuxin handed over, and said in a low voice: "I heard that after death, the Beifan people will place their corpses in the deep mountains and be eaten by wild beasts. ”

Unintentional eyes swept over the line of burly warriors standing outside the tower, "What do you mean......"

"I mean, only corpses have the possibility of escaping." Du Wei's eyes were crooked, as if she was smiling.

I couldn't help but shudder.

He knew that Du Wei had asked Mr. Cui for a drug before leaving, and although he didn't know what it did, it was supposed to be related to her plan.

From her words, he could deduce that she wanted to escape by deceitful death, but the northern region was so cold, even if she faked her death, she was in the mountains for ten days with her body......

I'm afraid that if I don't die, I will lose half my life.

"That's not the right plan!" He couldn't help but sink his face.

"It's my style to sit back and wait." Du Wei chuckled silently.

What she asked Mr. Cui for was the medicine that made her fake her death in the Tiger Prison - Soul Rejuvenation Pill, eat one, and she can fake her death within ten days, originally she planned to let Wuxin help, but now it seems that the most suitable person is Tsing Yi.

"When will the King leave?" Du Wei asked.

"Tomorrow morning."

"When the matter here is settled, you can take Yu'er back with them." Du Wei watched as the warriors outside the tower lit the richly decorated ox cart.

When the saint enters the temple, there is no need to go out of the mountain again, and she will pray here for the blessing of the Beifan people all her life.

Du Wei watched the fire burning, and her eyes sparkled.

It's a pity that the Northern Fan clan is unlucky this time, they think that they are waiting for the reincarnation of a saint who can bring good luck, but they don't know that they are recruiting the killing god who brought them the disaster of extermination.

There were hundreds of maids waiting there in the temple, all of them with their tongues cut out and their ears deaf, so the hall was quiet and dead.

When Du Wei and the others walked in, their footsteps echoed all around, and dozens of torches burned in the hall, illuminating the hall.

Du Wei quietly opened her palm by the firelight and carefully examined the broken stone in her hand.

"That's ......," she almost laughed, the secret of the valley of death, it turned out to be nothing more than that.

On the second day, the king of England and his entourage returned to China, and the king personally sent him off.

Riding on the horse without intention, quietly watching the King of England with a proud face, He Mue rode on the horse, following closely by the King of England, obviously King Fan married his little princess to the King of England.

Wuxin hung his head, hiding the disdainful smile on his lips.

Everything is as Du Wei wishes, and sure enough, here, the status of the saint is sometimes even higher than that of King Fan.

He tightened the fox fur on his body, and in his arms, lying quietly, a letter that Du Wei had secretly handed to him when he was about to leave the temple, and the rubble......

It was only half a month after the return of the king and others, and the king suddenly received an urgent report from the front, saying that the mighty general had gathered a large army on the border, which seemed to be as many as 100,000.

King Fan didn't come back to his senses for a long time, and he couldn't believe his ears.

Judging from the time, the king of England and the others should have returned to Hansha City, the two countries have signed an armistice agreement, and he also sent five cities as promised, why did the god-killing general gather so many troops?

At first, King Fan felt that there must be a misunderstanding in this matter, perhaps the king of England and others were delaying on the road, as long as he returned, he would definitely prevent the mighty general from attacking.

But to his surprise, three days later, he received another urgent report: the mighty general had arrived with a large army.

"How can the King of England be so untrustworthy!" King Fan was so angry that he killed four messenger guards in a row.

But no matter how annoyed he was, it didn't help, he had to send his two sons, the fifth prince and the sixth prince, to lead troops to meet the enemy.

In fact, the king of Fan is angry, and the king of England is not on his side.

When the king returned to Cold Sand City and saw the troops that Feng Duhan had privately mobilized to the northern border, he was almost speechless in shock.

Although he knew the prince of the South better than anyone else, he was still frightened by this formation.

"If you want to rebel, you can't do it!" The King said angrily.

Feng Duhan's face was like frost, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, "The King of England returned safely, where is Wei'er now?" ”

The British king choked on the spot.

"Could it be that the King of England used the woman of this world to exchange these five cities for the ten-year truce agreement?" The cold eyes of the wind and twilight are as bright as swords, and the tone is quiet and aggressive.

"There was no other way for this king at that time...... "King Ying subconsciously avoided the other party's gaze, "But Wei'er is now a noble and has become the saint of Beifan, what else do you have to worry about?" ”

Although he didn't dare to look at Feng Duhan's eyes, he could clearly feel that the other party's gaze cut at him like a sharp blade.

"If this son sends your woman to another country, will you still say this?" It was still that faint sound, but it seemed to be mixed with ten thousand winds and snow, sharp and piercing.

“…… Naturally, this king will not mind. The King's lips twitched for a moment, and he finally spat out such words.

It didn't make any difference to him whether there was one more woman or one less woman around him, and it didn't matter which bed he slept in at night, no matter whose face he saw first when he woke up in the morning.

Since none of them were her, he wouldn't feel the slightest distress.

The guards lined up all around, and watched in horror as King Ying and Prince Nan stood in the courtyard.

After a short dead silence, a sharp sound suddenly sounded that broke through the sky.

The true qi of the prince of Nanwang burst out from his body, and the ground was so angry that the snow on the ground rolled wildly, and the small courtyard was murderous in an instant.

Wind Twilight Han lost one hand behind him, but the other hand was like light and shadow, attacking the king directly......