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An Ruomu finally figured it out.

The North King didn't need to know the password at all, let alone be interrogated, he just needed to know where the black market was.

It's no wonder that the people in the black market don't treat the North King as a stranger at all, because they are all North King's subordinates. And the mercenaries and traders who were originally there were all killed, and as long as the corpses were blocked by something, they would not attract An Ruomu's attention at all.

An Ruomu figured it out, and actually gave birth to some awe of the North King.

The Northern King's move was simple and rude but effective, which not only avoided attracting the West King, but also eliminated the doubts of the people who came.

Thinking about it, An Ruomu thought of the face of the girl he met at the mouth of the alley that day. She's also a person from the King of the North? Was it sent to delay time? If so, why the uproar? If not, is it the man of the King of the West? If so, why not just do it?

"It's so cold and you're still watching the scenery outside." Turong came, interrupting An Ruomu's thoughts.

An Ruomu bent down slightly towards him: "The four seasons on Boqi Island are not obvious, I got there when I was very young, I haven't seen much of the world, such a big snow, it's really the first time I've seen it." ”

Turong nodded in return and didn't say anything more.

An Ruomu looked at him, looked at Bai Jin, and smiled: "Minister, princess, His Majesty the Northern King really treats me well." ”

"The protector of Qingzhengtang doesn't dare to slack off." Tu Rong snorted, "In the future, if anyone goes to the northern realm to make trouble, it is up to you to uphold justice." ”

"Of course, it must be handled impartially." An Ruomu agreed.

Bai Jin couldn't stand it anymore and rolled his eyes towards the sky.

An Ruomu pretended not to notice, and turned his head to look around: "My lord, how long will it take for us to get to Miaobohai?" ”

"It won't be long." Turong was vague.

Bai Jin saw that Turong had no intention of leaving, so it was inconvenient to say anything more, and turned around and went back to his room.

There was a brief silence on deck.

Then, Tu Rong pulled the collar of his cloak and started to talk: "An Protector, it's too cold here, why don't you come to my room and have a few drinks to warm up." ”

Poisoned. This was An Ruomu's first reaction, but in a blink of an eye, he found that Tu Rong's eyes were flickering, as if he still had something to say, not like he was preparing to be poisoned.

And Tu Rong, seeing that An Ruomu didn't answer, said: "An Protector, what I brought on the boat is all good wine, and I won't let you suffer." ”

"Then dare to be kind, let's go, go have a drink or two." An Ruomu's heart is horizontal - anyway, it is already a turtle in the urn, just drink and see what tricks you can come up with.

The two politely went to Turong's room, made some side dishes, poured drinks to each other, and chatted about some anecdotes, but they got along well.

After three rounds of drinking, An Ruomu's eyes were confused.

Tu Rong turned his wine glass, and said as if unintentionally: "An Protector, you and Master Xia have come all the way, and the relationship is good, right?" ”

"Me? And Xia Yuanshan? An Ruomu's tongue was a little big, "Not bad, what's good, I'm not marrying him, I have to take him back, he has that thing in his hand." ”

"Is that thing really inseparable from Xia Yuanshan?" Tu Rong asked.

"I can't leave...... An Ruomu is completely unsure, "My lord, I'm not a puppeteer, how do I know their ways." ”

"He didn't tell you anything?" Turong is not giving up.

An Ruomu shook his head: "My lord, you are more advanced than me, you don't know the virtue of the puppeteer, right?" They can't talk to their own people, they can't talk to anyone who pays a lot of money to ask them to make dolls, how can they say anything to me. ”

That's true, and Tu Rong doesn't want to ask more.

An Ruomu drank heartily and hummed a little song softly to himself.

Tu Rong talked about something else, said a few jokes, and turned the topic back: "Is there another person in the doll?" ”

"Yes." An Ruomu replied unequivocally, "I have a good relationship with her." ”

"Really?" Turong's eyes lit up.

An Ruomu nodded vigorously, as if he had just remembered something: "Xia Yuanshan didn't tell me anything, but he told her a lot." ”

"Oh?" Turong almost stuck his head in front of An Ruomu's eyes.

An Ruomu held his forehead: "It is said that she and the doll, somehow, have fused together, and if you drag her out or kill her, the doll will turn to ashes." ”

"Turned to ashes?" Turong was shocked.

An Ruomu was startled when he saw him, and smiled apologetically: "Maybe it's not that serious, I don't remember it clearly." ”

Turong laughed, but it didn't look like he was relaxed at all.

An Ruomu drank the remnants of wine in the cup: "What these puppeteers say, whether it is true or false, who knows." ”

Tu Rong said "yes", and the smile on his face was very unnatural.

An Ruomu stood up and hit the corner of the table, making the cups and plates jump up as if dancing, and also made the table full of soup and wine, and it was a mess.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my lord." He staggered, his eyes half-open, and he nearly fell down again.

"It's okay, it's okay." Tu Rong hurriedly helped.

"It's good wine, it's really good wine." An Ruomu steadied himself and walked out of the door, "My lord, I'm leaving, stay and don't send it away." ”

Tu Rong didn't plan to send him off, but only walked to the door, exchanged a few words, and closed the door with a heavy heart.

An Ruomu's head was dizzy, but he wasn't completely drunk yet.

He drank a good amount of wine, and most of the time he was pretending to be drunk on Bo Tan Island, but today he drank the Northland Ageing, which was very strong, and he took a lot of effort to avoid falling down in the Turong room.

Mu Qing, before I died, I also helped you and did a good deed. An Ruomu returned to his room, and before he had time to flash this thought, he fell into a deep sleep.

In the next few days of the voyage, Tu Rong suddenly became warm with An Ruomu, and from time to time he was brought to his room to "have a few drinks".

An Ruomu was circling around, playing Tai Chi, and he didn't even dare to make a mistake with an expression.

In the midst of such trepidation, he finally saw a familiar surface of water.

The ship docked at a pier in Beifeng Que Bay, and according to Tu Rong, it took a short rest and went to sea tomorrow morning.

That night, An Ruomu lay down in his clothes, not daring to close his eyes.

Along the way, the ship was always in the territory of the Northland, which is where it is now, and it is also the place where Fengque Bay belongs to the Northland. The king of the north did not want to do anything on his own territory, first, it was a troublesome matter to dispose of the corpse, and second, the disappearance of the protector of the Qingzheng Hall in the northern kingdom would always spread, which would inevitably attract the interrogation of the Qingzheng Hall, leaving a confession for the west and the south.

However, as soon as the sun comes out, the ship will sail into the Mibo Sea, which does not belong to any country or person, and where the climate is changeable, and the wind and waves are high.

It's not that An Ruomu didn't think about escaping, but what he could think of, Bai Jin and Tu Rong also thought of it - before the boat stopped, the door was heavily locked by the warlock, even if Rong Quan, who was also a warlock, came, it would take a lot of effort to open it, not to mention An Ruomu, who was not good at spells in the first place.

Tossing and turning, the moon gradually sinks in the west, and the surroundings are darker, and everything is quiet.

At this time, the horn sounded on the ship, causing An Ruomu, who was already very nervous, to bounce up from the bed.

It's an alert. If someone is on board, who will it be?

An Ruomu leaned to the small window on the door and tried to look out.

There was no one in the hallway, and there was no sound, as if the whole ship had fallen into a deep sleep, except for the horn, whining and whining.

An Ruomu had an ominous premonition in his heart. He retreated to the center of the room, fully guarded.

After a few seconds, the sound of the horn stopped, and everything seemed to be awakened, and the sound of talking, shouting, footsteps, and the golden sound of weapons clashing exploded in an instant.

An Ruomu wanted to summon his Nine-Ring Knife, but after trying it several times, he found that the entire room was forbidden to prevent him from taking out his weapon.

An Ruomu, who was empty-handed, was so uneasy that he felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into broad daylight, so that he, who did not believe in the gods, began to pray silently in his heart.

Someone's coming.

The people who came walked neither fast nor slow, their steps were steady, and a sound was in the corridor outside the door, getting closer and closer.

An Ruomu's palms were slightly sweaty, and he clenched his fists tightly, even though he knew that they might not be of much use, but he didn't want to be a lamb to be slaughtered.

The corridor wasn't long, and in a few moments the man's face appeared outside the small window.

"Xiao An?!" At the same time, a familiar voice rang out.