"Your Highness......" Qiao Xiya never expected that just after having a general understanding of the situation, his personal maid would be tricked. She looked at Mo Changhong helplessly.

Mo Changhong glanced at the door of the tent, waved his hand lightly at Qiao Xiya and Mo Haoning, and called in a deep voice, "Youping."

"Master." With the voice, Mo Changhong's personal servant entered the tent.

"How many have come up?" Mo Changhong asked in a low voice. br>

"One." Yuhei glanced at the half-hidden door curtain behind him and said softly.

"Pass on my military orders, and the troops will move quickly!" Mo Changhong's face sank like water.

"What about Chunling?" Qiao Xiya got up and grabbed Youping, who was about to turn around to pass the military order, and looked at Mo Changhong with tears in her eyes.

Mo Changhong was silent for a long time before he hesitated, "There is only one way, is Miss Qiao willing to try?"

"Your Highness, please speak." Qiao Xiya frowned, so far, even if there is a glimmer of hope, she wants to try it for Chunling.

"Miss Joe, do you know any way to make people fake their death?" Mo Changhong asked.

"Fake Death?" Qiao Xiya didn't understand what Mo Changhong wanted to do.

"Yes, fake your death. This is also what we stumbled upon as we discovered that when the imitated object is in a state of suspended animation, it loses its imitation object, and it will turn to imitate another normal person around it, and only in the process of transformation, a knife is chopped down and it is quickly incinerated to solve the imitator. But that's only when there's only one copycat, and once there's a second, it's useless."

"How long does the conversion process take?"

"Flick your fingers."

"What if it fails?"

"Then there's no chance."

Qiao Xiya's hand trembled slightly, she looked at Mo Haoning, hesitated again and again, and finally stubbornly said, "Lord Wang, is the time for a flick of your fingers enough?"

"Enough. Don't worry." Mo Haoning nodded solemnly.

"Your Highness, please let me try." Qiao Xiya knelt in front of Mo Changhong and whispered.

"For the sake of a servant, why do you have to do this?" Mo Changhong didn't expect Qiao Xiya to be able to do this field for a slave who served her. He sighed deeply, "There is no fake death potion, how are you going to do it?"

"Seal his acupuncture points with silver needles." Qiao Xiya's gaze gradually calmed down.

"It's like a shadow with Chunling, aren't you afraid?" Mo Changhong asked.

"I'm afraid," Qiao Xiya replied truthfully, "but I want to save Chunling."

"You're going to be the next one to be imitated, aren't you afraid?"

Mo Changhong's words made Qiao Xiya can't help but stir up: "I'm afraid, but I want to save her."

"If it succeeds and starts to imitate you......

"I'm not going to let it have that chance." Mo Haoning helped Qiao Xiya up and coldly interrupted Mo Changhong's words. When Qiao Xiya heard this, she raised her eyes and saw a cold killing intent in Mo Haoning's eyes.

"Girl." Mo Haoning's voice fell, and Qiao San's voice came from outside the tent.

Qiao Xiya looked at Mo Changhong and saw that he had no intention of objecting, so she said softly, "Third Master Qiao, come in and talk."

"Girl." Qiao San entered the tent and knelt on the ground with a thud, "I heard what I said, the girl must not take risks in person, if there is a bad pool, how should we explain it to the lord and the lady......

"Third Master Qiao, Chunling and I grew up together since childhood, although we are master and servants, we are like sisters, I can't leave her alone." Qiao Xiya smiled faintly.

"I'm coming!" Qiao San knelt down and moved two steps to Qiao Xiya's side, "I'll come." Let me seal her acupuncture points......

"Third Master Qiao." Qiao Xiya Rourou interrupted Qiao San's words, "Sealing the acupuncture points makes people fake their death, I can't even guarantee 100% success, how do you do it?"

"Can ......"

"Listen to me." Qiao Xiya interrupted Qiao San again, "After the prince kills him, we must evacuate with the large army. Chunling must be weak by then, so you must save your strength, help her, and evacuate with us."

"That...... All right. Just do as the girl wants." Qiao San had no choice but to respond. He knew that Qiao Xiya was right. He doesn't know how to use needles, don't say that those acupuncture points and meridians are the small silver needles, and his hands may not be able to pinch them up.

"Your Highness, please vacate a tent for us." Qiao Xiya bowed to Mo Changhong Yingying.

"Yuhei."

"Yes." Yuhei turned and left.

"Miss Joe's courage is admirable!" Mo Changhong looked at Qiao Xiya's eyes with a hint of approval.

"Your Highness has praised it." Qiao Xiya was slightly blessed.

"With Miss Qiao's courage, the solution to the plight of my army is just around the corner!" At this time, Mo Changhong looked at Qiao Xiya as if he saw hope.

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"Miss Qiao, you're all set." Yuping clenched his fist at Qiao Xiya and arched his hand.

"Thank you." Qiao Xiya was slightly blessed, took the silver needle that Qiao San found out of the baggage, and walked to Chunling on the side with courage, "Chunling, you are sick, follow me into the account for treatment."

"Girl, save me." Chunling's eyes were full of tears, and her palm-sized face was not half bloody at the moment.

"Girl, save me. Grunt~" A response also came from behind Chunling, looking up, the appearance, expression, and movements were almost exactly the same. But fake, after all, fake, an indescribable weirdness always haunts me.

Qiao Xiya silently pierced a silver needle on Chunling's wrist, Chunling only felt that half of her body was gradually cooling, she glanced at Qiao Xiya in surprise, only to see Qiao Xiya nodding on WeChat and saying, "Let's go, enter the account, and heal."

Chunling knew it in her heart, and followed Qiao Xiya into the tent without hesitation.

"Lie down." Qiao Xiya said to Chunling.

Hearing this, Chunling quickly lay down on the ground. Fake Chunling also lay on the ground next to Chunling.

Qiao Xiya leaned down and peeked at the crack in the door behind her, only to see Mo Haoning's boots standing at the door, and Qiao Xiya's heart was also settled. She took out the silver needle and dropped it on her forehead, heart, and mouth in turn. As Chunling's body became more and more silver needles, Chunling's consciousness gradually blurred, his breathing gradually weakened, and his eyes gradually lost their lustre.

said that it was too late, and at the moment when Fake Chunling turned over, Mo Haoning also rushed into the tent, and without hesitation, he raised his knife and split Fake Chunling, who was about to learn from Qiao Xiya, into half. A humanoid skin opened a huge opening, and a pool of viscous gelatinous liquid flowed to the ground.

"Qiao San!" Mo Haoning shouted, Qiao San rushed into the tent with a bucket, a bucket of fire oil was poured down, Mo Haoning snatched the torch in Qiao San's hand, and pestle into the fire oil, "Whew!" With a thud, the flames rose into the sky with a terrible cry, and the pungent scorching smell quickly filled the air.

"Let's go!"