The sound of knives was endless, but the expression on the man's face did not change at all.

He was sharpening his knife, and sharpening his knife was to prepare for killing.

His sister's son was ready to turn against the Khan, and they had no way to refuse, but to follow, otherwise even if they turned against them now, the Khan would never let them go.

He and his sister's son were born allies, born together, and no one could leave anyone behind.

A woman walked over and bowed her head silently.

There has always been no room for them to intervene in men's affairs, but this time, she actually supports her man's approach.

If it can be done, then no one in their tribe will be able to provoke them on the steppe from now on.

If it doesn't work, then it will dissipate with that wisp of lonely soul.

The Immortal Heaven will bless them.

........

Hun wolf tent

Touman looked at the youngest son in front of him and whispered, "Are you ready?"

The youngest son had a blank look on his face, what preparation, what preparation?

He didn't understand and didn't understand.

Touman looked at such a son, his eyes were full of hatred for iron and steel, but he didn't say anything strangely.

He thought to himself that maybe he had done enough.

If a wolf cub who can only rely on the old wolf ascends to the position of the wolf king, then this group is not far from extinction.

This must not happen.

This is Touman's final bottom line, and even his favorite son can't break this bottom line.

He closed his eyes slightly, then said, "Nothing."

"I'm tired, you can go back."

Touman waited until his youngest son had come out of the tent before he opened his eyes, which were full of indifference and coldness.

He pulled out the knife from his waist.

The youngest son was not ready, but he was ready.

If his eldest son wants to ascend to the position of the wolf king, the first person to kill is not his younger brother, but his own father!

The fight among the wolves can only end with the death of the previous wolf king!

He silently looked at the knife in his hand, which had not been used since he ascended to the position of the wolf king.

Now it is pulled out again, although there is some vicissitudes on it, but it does not look rusty.

Although the sword is old, it can still kill the enemy!

.........

Zhang Xilong stood in a corner of the grassland, looking at the mountains in the distance.

The mountains are thousands of miles, reflecting all the dust in the world.

He watched silently, as if staring at his hometown, and it all seemed so commonplace.

Maudon stood beside him, a slight silence in his face.

Maybe his heart is not so calm at this time, so he will come to talk to Zhang Xilong.

He just stood there, like a wolf that had been through all the vicissitudes of life.

"Envoy Zhang, I hope you don't have problems tomorrow."

If something goes wrong with this kind of thing, it is never the life of one or two people, so Mao Dun is naturally careful and careful.

Of course, he would never put all his hopes and beliefs on a stranger.

….

He was just a little nervous at this point.

At this time, Mao Dun was not the Shan Yu many years later, he was still young, just a child who was ignored by his father and had no way to resist angrily after being pushed to the extreme.

Zhang Xilong didn't say anything, just sighed: "Is this kind of thing, the eldest prince should have been prepared a long time ago, why bother asking me."

"I won't have any problems tomorrow, but I just hope that the eldest prince will keep our promise."

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Mao Dun chuckled, "I swear to Immortal Heaven that no matter what the outcome is, I will definitely let you return to Qin."

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "It's just that I have a question, can you go back now?"

"I received news that your lord Dong Anjun has lost his affairs in Great Qin, and at this time he has been locked in a prison by Emperor Qin waiting to be beheaded."

"Moreover, at this time, Great Qin is making every effort to hunt down Dong Anjun's comrades."

"Do you think they won't know you're here?"

"If you go back..."

The meaning of the latter words is still unfinished, but both Mao Dun and Zhang Xilong can hear the meaning.

But Zhang Xilong just shook his head and said, "This is what happened behind me."

"The Central Plains people always have their own obsessions, such as falling leaves and returning to their roots."

"Even if it's death, I want to die in a familiar land."

He sighed silently before he said, "It's getting late, so the eldest prince should rest early."

"Lest something goes wrong with tomorrow's big event."

.........

Daqin

Zhangtai Palace

Ying Zheng tapped on the chessboard in front of him, and he looked at what Chen Ke presented, slightly curious.

"Is this the cement thing you made up earlier?"

He stood up, walked over to the cement slab, and tapped it lightly, feeling the sound and hardness coming from it.

"It sounds really good, like a natural stone."

"I just don't know if it will be able to meet the standards used to make the city when it comes to actual testing."

The expression on Chen Ke's face did not change in the slightest: "Of course it can be achieved."

He looked at Ying Zheng and said, "Actually, it's useless to say more, why don't you give it a try?"

Ying Zheng immediately waved his hand, Han Tan understood the meaning, even if he called someone, that person still had a hammer in his hand.

"Winter—"

"Winter—"

"Winter—"

The hammer kept smashing on the slate, or rather, this thing was no longer called a slate.

Where is the thickness of the slate almost fifty centimeters?

This is already a stone.

The hammer and the stone kept colliding sounds, Ying Zheng and Chen Ke stood far away, and Chen Ke even covered his ears.

Ying Zheng glanced at Chen Ke and sneered, "It's really squeamish, but this little voice can't stand it?"

Chen Ke covered his ears and shouted loudly, "Your Majesty—"

"What did you say—"

"I can't hear clearly—"

During this period, there was still Dong Dongdong's voice, Ying Zheng was about to speak loudly, but suddenly saw a touch of cunning in the corner of Chen Ke's eyes.

When even snorted coldly, "I said, your year's worth is gone!"

Chen Kedang couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, why, the minister didn't do anything, right?"

"Why do you have to cut down on your minister's salary for a year?"

Although Chen Ke doesn't rely on this thing to eat, he still feels heartache, that's a lot of money!

Ying Zheng snorted and laughed twice, and was about to speak when a sharp voice suddenly sounded in the distance.

The next moment, the wooden handle of the hammer actually broke!

In the distance, there were traces on the cement stone, but they never broke......

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