"No, this road doesn't lead to the atrium, but it can go around the atrium to reach the left court." Burigood touched his chin, "Many years ago, Zheng Guoren used a stratagem to drive a wedge between the left court and the middle court, and since then, the sentinels sent by both sides have taken this path to investigate each other's details. But it's an old way, and the Canadians don't know it."

When Jiaohe heard this, he looked at Burigood, and he said hesitantly, "Could it be that they have a guide?"

Burigood bowed his head, and he said in a deep voice, "And it must be a Zheng Guoren, because this road is a forbidden area close to the desert hunting grounds, especially at night, when fierce beasts will come out to hunt for food. The desert people are not stupid enough to walk this road at night, which is equivalent to looking for death."

Jiaohe repeated these three words in a trance: "Zheng Guoren ......"

Burigud's reminder is undoubtedly saying that there is a Zheng Guo among the Cana people who is leading the way for the Cana people. And the reason is very simple, Shi Danxin gave advice to Zhen Yi back then, and separated the friendship between the left court and the middle court, and they never let down their vigilance against each other.

This news is not good news for them now, first of all, the Cana army heading to the atrium, Jiaohe is the target that must be pursued first. Add to that their manpower problems, there simply aren't enough men to pursue the newly discovered enemy, and it's on the edge of the most dangerous hunting grounds.

The two of them pondered and meditated, and neither could do anything about this crisis.

Just as the two of them were thinking about a solution, Ang Qin suddenly walked out, he straightened his chest and said, "Give me a few samurai with good eyes, and a few of the fastest horses, and I will go to the left court to personally tell the news to the king of the left court."

Burigood looked at Angqin, and then at Jiaohe, after all, he was now the leader of the samurai.

"If you want to ventilate and get past this army, you must go deep into the hunting ground to bypass the enemy and strike first." Jiao He's eyes were suspicious, "The hunting ground is the most dangerous area, are you sure?"

The warriors all around looked at Angqin, and this sentence was also asked in their hearts.

It's not a question of grasp, it's about whether you dare?

Do you dare to wander in the most dangerous forbidden areas of the desert?

There are countless sand dunes to climb from here to the left court of the desert, and there are poisonous snakes lurking at the bottom of the sand on the road, and wolves running around the desert hungry.

The vultures soaring in the sky are like alarm bells, reminding you that your life is out of your control, and the only thing you can trust is the scimitar in your hand.

There was no protection from the god Talaten, who sat in the temple and looked down indifferently, ignoring the natural death of life.

And the lost person is like a lonely ghost wandering on the edge of life and death, constantly asking himself, are you afraid? Chinese Net

"Can you do it?" Jiaohe looked at Ang Qin, who was calm, "No one forced you—"

"No one forced me." Aung Chin took a deep breath and said, "I volunteered."

His hands were still shaking, the nightmares of Echo Valley still tormented him in his midnight dreams, the roars and cries of the samurai, the backs of fearless death standing in front of him, the last fragments of the dream.

The golden scimitar represents his identity, he is Angqin, the prince of the desert atrium. It is his duty to protect the glory of the desert, and he cannot escape and does not want to escape.

He looked around at the samurai around him for a moment, then looked at Jiaohe and said, "You said that the samurai who followed me died for me so that I could go back and protect their families. But I am now a slave, and I have lost my scimitar and my dignity. But I didn't want to face my father as a slave. What I lost, I want to get back. With my hands, and with this scimitar."

He tightened his grip on the golden scimitar.

Ang Qin plucked up his courage and looked around at the warriors on his left and right, and exclaimed, "No great hunter dares to step into the hunting grounds of the desert at midnight, for there is death everywhere. I can't command you, but I beg you, who is willing to take this risk for the women and children of the desert and the elderly?"

The samurai on the left and right looked around, and finally a few of them raised their hands and shouted in a rough voice, "Me!"

"And me!"

"I'll go too!"

A few words fell, and several samurai who raised their hands were watched by the other samurai, and then

In a moment, hands were raised.

Jiaohe glanced over and found that there was no one who did not raise his hand.

Burigood looked at Jiaohe and said solemnly, "Let him go."

Jiaohe nodded and said, "Get on your horse." He looked at Ang Qin and bowed his head, "You must get out of the forbidden area alive!"

The samurai immediately turned over and mounted their horses!

Burigood led a horse to Angqin's side, patted the horse's neck, and said, "This horse followed me out of the desert, and now I give it to you, please return it safely."

Aung Chin took the reins, and immediately flipped onto his horse, pulling the reins and saying, "You have given me choice and courage, and I respect you, great Burigud. It's a pity that you and I didn't make a vow of wind and sand under the gaze of Talaten, and maybe when I return, I can become brothers with you by blood."

Břigood looked up at him with a smile and said, "I have made vows in my life about wind and sand, but my brother is dead. Then I made a second vow, and this time I wanted to keep my vow."

Ang Qin glanced at Jiaohe in understanding, and he said regretfully, "I respect your oath."

Burigood bowed, and he took a few steps back.

Ang Qin looked around at the samurai on the left and right, and said, "Go!"

They howled and tightened their horses' bellies, and without leaving a word they ran out of the camp, and the backs of their horses were like a wind breaking through the sand in the early morning sun, and they rushed to the hunting grounds of death with the first rays of dawn that illuminated the desert.

The same sandstorm-like gallop hit the other side, everyone looked over, and suddenly found that these were actually two people!

Qianli ran to the center of the crowd and straightened up, and the sea devoured and fell to the ground with an "oops", he stood up with a curse, patted his ass and let everyone look at him like a monster.

"Carrying my head on my back, the thousand-year-old king can exhaust me." Chisato stared at Burigood with a flickering gaze, "Good brother, meet again."

Bříggood's expression changed from surprise to overjoy, and he asked in surprise, "Chisato, why are you here?"

Jiaohe took a few steps closer and asked, "Do you know each other?"

At this time, Hai Yu scolded: "You are only a thousand-year-old king!"

Qianli ignored him, and Gu Zi stretched his legs and twisted his waist.

"I have walked to the end of the desert several times before, and he carried me back," said Brzygood.

Hai Yu wondered and pouted: "Yo, you are still good friends with deep affection, so it's easy to say."

Chisato smiled and said, "Brother, I'm here today to ask you for a favor."

With a bold wave of his hand, Břigud said, "What's the hurry? I'll help you out!"

Chisato pointed to the fiery red feathers hanging from his chest and said, "I want this."

Jiaohe saw it in his eyes, this feather Burigood hung around his neck like a treasure every day, and he didn't think that Burigood would hand it over.

After all, according to him, it was a gift from Talaten.

But Burigood tore off the rope and threw it away, saying, "Take it."

Chisato took it unceremoniously.

Jiaohe immediately asked, "What do you want to do with this?"

Chisato looked at his outfit.

"Look at your outfit is Zheng Guoren, this armor is the style of the Red Pass scout." Chisato shook his feather and said, "I'm going to use this thing to save people."

Jiaohe asked suspiciously, "Can this feather save people?"

Chisato stretched his waist and replied lazily, "Yes, save a stupid boy named Yuanji, harm, you don't know you when you say it."

Jiaohe's eyes shrank suddenly, Yuan Ji, this name is too indelible in his memory. He remembered that rainy night in the seventh year of Zhongyong, a young man holding a steel knife in front of the Manhong Pass, facing four forbidden soldiers in the west of the city alone.

At that time, he was just trying to protect Zhen Kexiao, who was trembling behind him.

Jiaohe recalled the past and said, "I remember the name Yuanji."

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Surprised, he asked, "Do you know Motoyoshi?"

Jiaohe nodded, he recalled Yuanji's appearance and the scene at that time, and said firmly.

"He's a cold-blooded killer."

Two hurried footsteps stepped on the bluestone ground muffled, and the two figures chased back and forth in the streets and alleys, and the footbells jingled non-stop.

The red fallen leaves on the street are falling one after another, and the shouts and shouts along the street are endless, and the style of Yanzhou has changed greatly.

Motoyoshi sweated profusely as he chased after the man in front of him, shouting, "Give it back to me!"

The man in front of him was dressed in filthy and dirty clothes, and his hair was disheveled like bird feathers, and his unkempt appearance was immediately recognized as a beggar.

"Hehe, don't give, don't give, don't give! Hee-hee~" The beggar changed his order and jumped like a treasure, "Big idiot, you're chasing after it~"

Holding a string of sugar gourds in his hand, Motoyoshi stared at the sugar gourd and clenched his fists, and this grim expression immediately frightened the beggar to stop moving.

The beggar remembered that he had encountered such a person before, and when he was upset, he beat him up, and he was frightened on the spot.

But seeing that Yuan Ji didn't step forward, his clenched fists trembled, and then his eyes turned red inexplicably, and then he cried out of tears.

"Woo woo, bully!" Yuan Ji raised the back of his hand to wipe his tears, "You're a bad person!"

The beggar was stunned for a moment, and the person in front of him was a straw bale. He immediately put on an arrogant appearance and walked outside the figure, arrogantly put the sugar gourd in front of his mouth, and bit down on the next one fiercely.

"Hey boy." The beggar shook the handle of the bamboo skewer as he chewed, "What are you crying about, isn't it just a string of sugar gourds."

Yuan Ji rubbed his tears and whimpered, and said in a timid tone, "Then you will return me?"

"What do you pay back? What's this?" The beggar held out the sugar gourd, and immediately said with a hippie smile, "You can get it."

Yuanji walked over suspiciously, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, the beggar raised the sugar gourd to his mouth and took another bite!

Yuan Ji hurriedly cried and shouted, "You liar!"

The beggar laughed, and immediately stepped on the broken straw sandals and turned to run!

Syllable!

Two huge pectoral muscles were buried in front of the beggar's eyes, and the soft touch made his heart ripple for a long time.

But the man in front of him asked coldly and arrogantly, "Are you comfortable?"

The beggar was still immersed in the softness and did not come back to his senses, and he leaned deeper shamelessly, turned his head and said, "Comfortable."