"General, in fact, the last general has always had a question."

"Why is your hatred for Fuso so great?"

"Even in the face of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, or the grassland, you have never erupted into such a big resentment."

"But when facing Fuso, the last general can feel your hatred from the bottom of your heart."

On the warship heading to Fusang, Jiang You looked at Xiao Han, who was dressed in bright silver armor beside him, and asked softly.

"Hate for no reason."

Xiao Han thought for a while, then said with a smile: "What is this reason? ”

"The general didn't want to say, so the general didn't ask."

Jiang You shook his head slightly.

The time he followed Xiao Han was not short, so he knew Xiao Han, if Xiao Han didn't want to say it, he naturally wouldn't ask again.

"No one can understand."

Xiao Han patted Jiang You's shoulder, and then looked at the sea again.

Fuso.

In the future, as long as it is flesh and blood, the Chinese people will be eager to crush their bones and scatter ashes, and destroy the country and extinct the species!

But for such a reason, how can they understand it?

That monstrous hatred ends here.

so that I will not be humiliated in the Hereafter!

All the unforgettable ones are to stop at yourself.

"That's all I can do."

Xiao Han muttered softly again.

As Xiao Han's words fell, Jiang You's body was obviously shocked.

"Jiang right."

"Any wine?"

After a long time, Xiao Han slowly turned to look at Jiang You and laughed softly.

This smile is no longer the calculation and planning of the past, but it is a little softer, and there is a hint of relief that Jiang You can't understand.

"Yes."

Jiang You waved his hand, and the guards on the ship brought over a jar of spirits.

Of course, you can't drink without a snack.

But the ship was rudimentary, with only some meat.

"Jiang You, if I let you die, how do you choose."

Xiao Han sat on the ground very casually, ripped off a chicken leg casually, and then looked at Jiang Youdao.

"Then he will die."

Jiang You directly pulled out the sword at his waist and put it on his neck, saying without fear in his eyes.

For Jiang You, die-hard loyalty is that he wants him to die, and he will die, and there is no second heart.

"My personality is really so big?"

Xiao Han bit the chicken leg while looking at Jiang You, who was holding a sword to his neck, and asked softly.

"Your Majesty doesn't understand."

Jiang You was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "But the general let the last general die, and the last general will die." ”

He really didn't understand what charisma was.

But Jiang You's heart is like a god for Xiao Han, and his words are heavier than Zhu Yuanzhang's holy decree.

"That's why you're so loyal to me."

Xiao Han thought for a moment, and then changed his words.

"Because you are my master."

Jiang You didn't even think about it.

"Not enough."

Xiao Han shook his head.

"Because I followed you, I was able to eat enough."

"If it weren't for you, Jiang You would have died many years ago."

Jiang You thought about it again, then looked at Xiao Han and smiled.

Without much explanation, just a full meal is enough.

"Today's words shall not be preached to the outside world, if they come out of my mouth and into my ears."

"You can also take it as my gibberish."

Xiao Han, who had even drunk a few glasses, was slightly flushed, and his tone was slightly raised.

"You say."

Jiang You withdrew the sword from its scabbard, sat cross-legged opposite Xiao Han, and nodded lightly.

He could see that Xiao Han needed to vent.

Perhaps, hiding in his heart for too long, Xiao Han needs to talk about it and talk to his heart's content.

Just now, it was the temptation of heartfelt words.

Jiang You didn't care about this, if the secret was important, the next moment, he, Jiang You, could choose to commit suicide in order to keep Xiao Han's secret.

"You ask me why I hate Fuso so much."

"Let me tell you, thousands of years later, Fusang will run rampant in my Chinese land, causing countless casualties in my Chinese land."

"Their act of exterminating humanity, the whole Ming Dynasty, only I understand!"

"So, do you know why I hate it so much!"

Xiao Han's face turned red, and he was no longer confident in the past, completely like an angry young man.

Tell me about my monstrous hatred for Fuso!

At this moment, Xiao Han is not the British Duke of the Ming Dynasty, and he is not the master of Xiao Fengxue!

It's Xiao Han, who lives completely for himself.

Facing Xiao Han's drunken narration, Jiang You's fists slowly clenched, and his heart was even more horrified!

I also understand why Xiao Han hates Fusang so much!

But is this really China thousands of years later?

How can a small alien humiliate me like this?

Hahahaha!

Then the only way to destroy the country can wash away the hatred in it!

"Therefore, in this battle, even if the infamy is all over me, I will exterminate Fusang!"

Xiao Han, who was already completely drunk, waved the splendid in his heart, and the arrogance and domineering between his words destroyed the country at every turn!

"Don't worry, general, you won't carry this infamy."

Jiang You held Xiao Han, put his hand on Xiao Han's shoulder, and said in a deep voice.

"In this life and this life, you are Xiao Han, an English prince who loves the people like a son."

"In the next thousand years, you will still be the minister of the Ming Dynasty!"

"Let the last general carry these infamy!"

Jiang You's eyes were full of determination and looked at the drunken Xiao Handao.

"No."

Xiao Han, who was drunk but didn't sleep, naturally couldn't allow it, and then he stared at Jiang Youdao with wide eyes.

"I want to build a Beijing temple in person, and use the blood of Fusang to sacrifice the martyrs!"

"Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill him!"

A burst of murderous intent flashed on his flushed face, and even Jiang You was slightly sideways.

"Yes!"

Jiang You didn't dare to refute, so he nodded and said.

Xiao Han was drunk and didn't forget his purpose, so he Jiang You resisted all the storms for Xiao Han.

Ying Tianfu.

"The second and third are two wastes, and they can't catch up with them."

Zhu Fan and Zhu Li still failed to catch up with Xiao Han, but they kept following Xiao Han closely, but when the letter was sent back to Kyoto, Zhu Yuanzhang was still angry.

"It's normal."

"The disciple can't beat the teacher, in Erchen's guess."

After Zhu Biao read the letter, he looked at Zhu Yuanzhang and smiled indifferently.

But Zhu Yuanzhang still stared at his eyes as big as copper bells, and he didn't hide his disappointment with Zhu Fan and Zhu Li at all.

"However, there is good news here, would you like to hear about it?"

Facing Zhu Yuanzhang, who was still angry, Zhu Biao smiled indifferently at all.

"If there's a fart, let it go."

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Zhu Biao and said angrily.

"The soul is happy."

Zhu Biao spread out his palms and said.

"What kind of door is this?"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care about it, but when he really came back to his senses, he looked at Zhu Biao in disbelief and said, "What did you say!" ”

"The wind and snow are coming."

Zhu Biao still smiled.

seemed to be very satisfied with Zhu Yuanzhang's reaction.

"Good, good!"

Zhu Yuanzhang's face instantly showed a happy expression, and he stepped off the dragon chair and pulled Zhu Biao to the British mansion.

(End of chapter)