Eastern Regions, Huai Valley.

"Once the seeds of the contradiction between the King of Chu and the Barbarian King are planted, there will definitely be a day when they will take root and sprout." Lao Mapao calmly drank a glass for himself, "Do you think that when the day comes, the King of Chu will still keep you?" ”

"Why not? I am the leader of the barbarian kings, and the king of Chu will use me to manage those few no matter what. The man staring at the wine on the other side said indignantly.

"Don't be stupid!" The old linen robe looked at the short man in front of him with a smile, "Don't forget one thing!" Although you have become the head of the barbarian king, the barbarian king under you has never obeyed you. They all look down on you. In this way, aren't you just a bare pole? ”

"You ......" "You're not afraid of them in secret...... you? The old linen robe interrupted him.

"They? You say, those barbarian kings? ”

"That's right!" The old linen robe stood up and walked gradually out of the pavilion.

"Of your dead barbarian kings, I remember one who fell off a cliff with a stumbling foot, and another who fell from a cliff with serious injuries. The bodies of both of them should have been found at the same time. ”

"Yes!" The short man tried to sneak the flask over, but hurriedly withdrew his hand.

"Take it if you want."

"Hmm." The short man took the flask at once, shook it, and found that there was nothing in it.

"What do you think if I say that these two people were pushed off the cliff by the same person, and this person is one of your barbarian kings?"

"How is that possible? A few people have died in front of us, and we have all stood on the same front and watched out for the king of Chu together......"

"But you weren't wary of the people around you." The old linen robe interrupted him again very unsympathetically.

"Then tell me, who caused the two barbarian kings to fall off the cliff?"

"It's dead."

"Dead?"

"Well, I was killed by King Chu's punch."

"What? It's him? Why do you say that? ”

"The state of Chu is almost gone!" The old mazao explained to him, "During this time, I have been accelerating the extraction of the luck of the Chu State. Now, there is not much luck left in the state of Chu. The king of Chu is not a person who practices martial arts, so he eats a lot of good things and has a tough body. Can you punch a barbarian king in the chest and kill a barbarian king directly? I don't believe it anyway. ”

"You're saying he had a chest wound not long ago, and it was serious?" The short man finally got smart for once.

"Correct." The old linen robe wandered around and returned to the pavilion and sat down.

"Wait! You say, are you extracting the luck of the Chu State? The pale face of the short man was almost impossible to hide.

"What's the problem?" Look at what the old linen robe said, it is as simple as drinking water to extract the national fortune.

"Then old sir, what do you want me to do here?" Unconsciously, the short man himself did not realize the awe in his words.

"You're wrong!" The old linen robe shook his head gently, "The work you have to do is not here." ”

"Where? Hurry up, I'm still in a hurry to go back! The more the short man thought about it, the more frightened he became, and there was a hint of crying in his trembling voice.

"Go back?" The old linen robe glanced at him with a helpless gaze, "Let me ask you, do you want to go back and fight wits and courage with that group of people, and life and death are uncertain; Or do you want to stay in one place with peace of mind, wait until the important moment comes, and then come out and redefine Kyushu with us? ”