"I haven't been here." He Bayu smiled again, "I just walked around the border." ”

He walked around the border when he contacted the king of the northwest last time, and even went deep into the hinterland of the Xiongnu for several miles, but later under the persuasion of the guards, he still withdrew, but it was true that he made a few friends.

Ah Jiu naturally didn't believe that he was just "walking", but this time, their focus was not on whether they had been to the Huns, but on finding Murto.

So Ah Jiu said with a smile: "In this case, Your Majesty should always know where the king tent of the Huns is." ”

He Bayu looked up at the sun in the sky, and then looked around, especially recognized the horseshoe prints on the ground, and immediately pointed in one direction and said, "It should be over there!" ”

The two walked forward for a while in the direction He Bayu pointed, and sure enough, they saw a tribe, and the figures in the tribe were full of people, and they looked very lively.

He Bayu immediately looked at the most luxurious tent in the tribe and whispered, "Presumably, that is the king's tent." ”

"Good!" Ah Jiu nodded, and cast a stealth technique on himself and He Bayu, and the two of them slowly walked towards the king's tent.

However, not long after leaving, he heard a cry coming from the side, and then a little boy of seven or eight years old suddenly rushed from the side, and then stumbled and fell right in front of Ah Jiu and He Bayu.

The two had to stop first, intending to bypass.

However, immediately afterwards, I saw a figure also rush out, and when I came to the boy who fell, I saw him pointing at the child on the ground with his hand, and shouted angrily: "Beat him for me, kill him, dare to let go of the white eagle of this prince, and beat me hard!" ”

Hearing this voice, Ah Jiu and He Bayu all stopped, and then looked at the figure, but they were all stunned......

At this moment, I saw a burly man suddenly appear from behind this person, and when he heard his command, he immediately responded sullenly: "Yes, prince!" ”

As he spoke, a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes, and he looked at the little boy on the ground and said, "Ming Shang, how can you let go of the prince's eagle?" Did you know that this white eagle was bought by the prince for fifty slaves? If you want to blame, just blame you for being careless! ”

"Dongnu, what nonsense are you talking about with him, don't you hurry up and beat me, even if he dies a hundred times, he can't compare to my eagle."

The big man who was called Dong Nu listened, and knew that this time Ming Shang could no longer dodge, so he had to pull out a long whip, and then flicked it hard in the air, and then whipped it towards the little boy on the ground.

Whip after whip down, hanging the fragments of the little boy's clothes, and even the flesh under his thin clothes, the little boy's screams immediately rang out again.

It's just that at first he just endured it, and in the end, he finally couldn't bear it, and finally realized that this was going to beat him to death, so he opened his mouth and cried:

"Prince! Prince Murto! I didn't let go of your white eagle, Mingming...... Obviously, you thought it was funny, and you pulled out the feathers on its body one by one, which made it hurt to death!

And then you buried him behind a tent...... Ahh Uncle Dongnu, if you don't believe me, you can dig it, he's behind the prince's tent! ”