Li Bad looked at Zhao Xiong, who walked out of the woods alone, and said with a smile: "Brother Xiong'er, when I left Suizhou City in the morning, I was still thinking about why I didn't see Brother Xiong'er come out, but now I see it, but Brother Xiong'er is giving people away, I'm a little confused." ”

Zhao Xiong didn't seem to hear the meaning of Li Bad's words at all, and replied with a smile: "Originally, I wanted to send the little bad, but there were some things to arrange, so I couldn't personally send the little bad out of the city, but after the things were arranged, I thought about seeing if I could go out of the city and send the little bad again, and I hurried to catch up, and finally asked me to catch up, the little bad is not strange, not strange." ”

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the middle-aged lieutenant general who drew his long knife and said, "Take your people out." ”

The middle-aged deputy general looked at Zhao Xiong with burning eyes, thinking of Li Bad's words just now, slowly put down the long knife raised high, and finally said softly: "Go back to the camp." ”

The sound of the blade entering the sheath of the brush sounded instantly, followed by the sound of horses' hooves, and the relieved thousand Huainan rangers breathed a sigh of relief, turned their horses' heads, and walked towards the forest behind them, as if they were unwilling to stay longer for a moment.

Turning around, the middle-aged lieutenant general, who was walking slowly in the direction he came, suddenly turned around again, looked at Zhao Xiong unwillingly, and opened his mouth wide, as if he wanted to say something.

"Can't you hear it when you go back?" Zhao Xiong looked at the appearance of the middle-aged lieutenant general, and suddenly shouted loudly, and a majesty unique to the children of the royal family instantly appeared on Zhao Xiong's face, "This son has his own plans, you lead people out first." A loud shout was followed by a soft command.

The middle-aged lieutenant gritted his teeth and slowly turned around, not climbing into the BMW he usually cherished, but with his head down, he followed behind the thousand rangers who were about to disappear into the woods, but when he walked into the woods, his right hand tightly shook the long knife in his hand.

The knife rider who had just drawn out his short knife and was standing on the edge of the stream looked at the middle-aged lieutenant general who had disappeared into the forest, turned around and walked towards Li Bad, and looked at Li Bad inquiringly.

With crooked eyebrows and bright eyes, Li Bad was stunned for a moment, smiled, shook his head at the knife rider, and glared again.

He personally cut off Yan Weixu's head, and threw it at the knife rider on the opposite bank, a trace of cunning flashed in his eyes, and he waved his hand at the more than 100 riders behind Li Bad, and walked behind Li Bad.

The more than 100 riders behind him, after seeing the wave of the knife rider, instantly turned around in unison, and in less than half a moment, they all disappeared into the jungle. ”

A light snort came from the nose of the ranger, but a sound similar to a coquettish sound came from a cavalryman, and he felt weird everywhere, seeing that Li Bad didn't speak again, the knife rider hesitated, then stuffed the short knife in his hand into Li Bad's hand, gently kicked Li Bad's calf, turned around and ran behind him.

Li Bad shook the short knife in his hand slightly, and a vague aroma came from the figure running out from behind him, Li Bad sniffed hard, and looked at Zhao Xiong in front of him expressionlessly, "Brother Xiong, do I want to congratulate you on inheriting the throne first, or do I want to ask you what does this mean first?" The banter in the words was not hidden at all.

In the morning, there was a spy report from the eagle, and Zhao Ying, the king of Huainan, led three thousand horsemen to the border of Huaizhou, and the rangers in the north were buried here, preparing to intercept and kill Li Bad, but Zhao Xiong's whereabouts only mentioned the word out of the city, and did not say what role this kid played in this interception.

It wasn't until later that the news came that the three thousand horsemen led by Zhao Ying, the king of Huainan, did not have any conflict with the Huaizhou rangers, but directly released five hundred Huaizhou iron horsemen across the Huainan border, Li Bad probably figured out what Zhao Xiong was doing behind his back, but he didn't know what this kid meant, he sold his father, and pit the three thousand Huainan rangers here, is it just to rush to inherit the throne? This throne is his sooner or later, what is he anxious about?

This Zhao Ying rushed to Huainan Tieqi alone to seek death, and he came to me alone, are the father and son not afraid of death?

Zhao Xiong touched the folding fan in his hand, and listened to Li Bad's joking words without any dissatisfaction, but looked at Li Bad in front of him and smiled slightly.

A quiet sound of landing suddenly sounded.

Li Bad looked at Zhao Xiong in front of him dumbfounded, a little disbelieving.

Zhao Xiong, who knelt straight on the ground, inserted the folding fan in his hand into the collar behind him, looked at Li Bad with a smile, and suddenly knocked his head to the ground covered with pebbles, and when he raised his head again, his forehead was already bleeding, but Zhao Xiong didn't care about the blood on his forehead, and there was a banging on his head again.

Li Zi, who was holding Li Bad's figure beside him, had his eyes closed tightly the moment Zhao Xiong knelt down, as if he was willing to look at the incredible scene.

It wasn't until three loud voices came across the valley that Zhao Xiong raised his head and broke his bleeding forehead, looked at Li Bad, and said with a smile: "Kill you four horses, my father will return you, intercept and kill you here, I, Zhao Xiong, will pay you back, and the two will not owe each other." ”

Li Bad looked at Zhao Xiong, who was bleeding like blood on his forehead, slowly squatted down, put the long knife in his hand on Zhao Xiong's shoulder, and said, "How? So I can let you and the palace behind you go? Zhao Xiong, Zhao Xiong, become a king and lose a king, can it be resolved with just a kneel and a few more kowtows?"

Zhao Xiong still looked like he was smiling, but the blood flowing from his forehead had already covered his smiling face, looking a little weird, he pushed away the short knife that Li Bad put on his shoulder, and sat sideways on the ground, "You look down on me Zhao Xiong too much, even if you kill me in Huainan Palace, I Zhao Xiong will not treat you like this, it's just that I don't want to be in arrears, and everything that should be paid back will be returned." ”

Reaching out and touching the blood on his face, he continued:

"My father wants to kill you, I don't agree, I also persuaded, but my father insisted on going his own way, 'parents have had, admonishment but not disobedience', I still woke up, and those two thousand rangers can't kill you Li Bad, although I think it's a pity, but I also feel lucky, hehe! Li Bad, after today, Huainan Wangfu and Beidi Wuwangfu, the past is with the wind, how?"

Li stood up with a wicked smile, slowly turned around, patted Li Zi's shoulder gently, and said, "I want to know, why don't you want to kill me?"

Zhao Xiong smiled self-deprecatingly: "Do you really think that I can be willing to give Mingyue to you for nothing? I can also cut off my father with my own hands? Li Bad, believe it or not, if I can kill you, I, Zhao Xiong, will be the first to cut you, but I can't kill it, and I can't kill it." ”

Li Bad nodded slightly, took a step, and walked towards the woods.

Zhao Xiong, who was sitting on the ground, did not slowly get up until Li Bad's figure disappeared into the forest, squatted on the edge of the stream, looked at the somewhat terrifying face printed on the water, smiled, fell down directly, buried his head in the stream, patted the water surface with his right hand, and the splash seemed to tell the unwillingness and anger in his heart.

Not far away, at the entrance of the temple, an old monk watched all this with compassion, folded his hands, sat down slowly, and began to chant Buddhist scriptures softly.

The surface of the stream, which should have been crystal clear, was constantly flowing with blood.

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