This made Murto sit on the couch at once, and he could not get up for half a day, and he knew that it was his father Khan who was warning him not to let him go to them.

However, he knew that his father Khan's order could not be disobeyed, but he always had Princess Xianglan's face several times more beautiful than Gesang Flower in front of him.

But at the same time, he also thought that she had always only had Ming Shang in her eyes, and since he was a child, he was so that he was personally taken by his father to ask for marriage, and she refused fiercely, which made him feel a little more relieved in his heart.

Perhaps, the father is right!

Father was right: he was the most noble prince, and whoever he fancied could make her his slave, so why did he have to cling to the cold face of a girl who ignored him?

So, looking at the two hands on the silver plate, he muttered to himself: "When you get to the Khora clan, you should know how good this prince is to you, but it's a pity that you don't know what to do, and you deserve to end up like this!" ”

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded out of thin air in his tent: "Looking at him like this, I really don't want to take him back." What does Your Majesty think? ”

"Sir, what do you want me to answer when you say that?" And as another voice sounded, it was clear that the person who spoke was not alone.

Murto was startled, and immediately retreated to the wall of the tent, drew a scimitar hanging on it, and danced around him with his back against the wall, and then said in horror: "Who, who's there!" Who are you! ”

With his voice, the figures of two men appeared in his tent. This shocked him even more, and he looked at them and said coldly, "Who are you and how did you get into my tent?" ”

Ignoring him, Ah Jiu looked at He Bayu next to him and said, "What, is this question difficult to answer?" ”

He Bayu smiled slightly: "Sir forgot, we have to take him out." ”

Ah Jiu's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Must?" When I said I had to, I just said that if you can't get out, you'll be turned into dust here. ”

He Bayu smiled again, and then stopped talking to Ah Jiu, but slowly walked towards Murto, frowning as he walked, and said, "Prince Murto, we should go." ”

"Let's go? Where to go? A hint of surprise flashed across Murto's face, followed by a deep sense of vigilance, "Who the hell are you!" ”

"Have you forgotten that the current Great Khan is no longer your father, but your uncle Kulen.

Your brutal father is long dead, so you are not the only successor to the Great Khan, but just a down-and-out prince who is pitiful to his uncle and lives with his snort! ”

"You...... What nonsense are you talking about! Murto's face changed drastically, "Who are you demons, get out of here, or I'll call someone." ”

He Bayu frowned again, and then said lightly: "If the prince doesn't believe it, you can look in the mirror and see what you look like now, you are not a seven or eight-year-old child, but a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy!" ”

"Mirrors? What mirror? There was never a mirror in my tent. Murtaugh's eyes narrowed, and then he suddenly shouted, "Assassin, there are assassins, come and catch the assassins!" ”

Murto's shouting immediately attracted the attendants around him, and everyone swarmed in, but when they poured into the tent, they found that Murto was the only one in the tent, and there was no Assassin in sight.