It was still the same place of lurking, and most of these yurts were silent, except for the occasional night get-up to talk to each other briefly. Many of the yurt doors had a long white strip of silk stuck in it, and it was covered with red letters that I didn't know what to say. And the curtains of these yurts are tightly closed, and there is no light in sight.

Shen Rong thought about it for a while and then realized that Wanyan Honglu was the county king of the Hachi clan, with a noble and prominent status. Those who can live with him must be people who can be related to him, or wealthy herdsmen. The people who pursued and killed were all Wanyan Honglu's personal soldiers, who must have been selected by him from among those he trusted, and most of these personal soldiers failed to return. The house with the strips of cloth must have been dead, and it must have been the family members of those pro-soldiers. This strip of cloth is like a spiritual flag in the Central Plains, announcing the death of relatives at home.

He unfolded his figure and quietly came to Wanyan Honglu's big tent. The guards patrolling the perimeter were no longer as heavily guarded as before, and their numbers were much smaller. Occasionally, they passed by with scimitars or spears in hand, and there was no show of force. Shen Rong looked around in the shadows, jumped on the top of the tent and looked in through the gas outlet of the stove.

I saw a tall and burly young Tartar sitting cross-legged in the middle of the upper seat, and kneeling below sat several women of different ages from the Western Regions, with luxurious clothes and ornaments, and their heads were full of jewels and headdresses, all of which were like wives and concubines of Wanyan Honglu, crying and crying noisily without knowing what to say. From time to time, the young man glared at the big dark brown eyes, stretched out his big hand and scratched the red-haired head a few times, but he sighed helplessly or twice, and yelled at the women. After the women sobbed and exited the yurt, they raised a bowl of wine and drank it in one gulp, smashing it to the ground and smashing it to pieces. Then there was another shout, and then a long sigh.

Shen Rong couldn't understand what he was talking about, thinking that it was a vicious curse on him, judging by the situation, this person should be the son of Wanyan Honglu. Shen Rong thought to himself: This person was not by his side when he killed Yan Honglu, and he didn't know if he participated in the slaughter of Niuzhuang Village, but he couldn't jump down indiscriminately and kill him. Even though he is the son of an old thief. He originally wanted to kill again and solve the evil spirit in his heart that almost buried himself in the Gobi, and then went straight to the Yumen Pass Marshal's Mansion. Now immersed in a bleak and dead atmosphere, his heart has long softened, and Wanyan Honglu's son is under the sword in front of him, but he can't do it......

"Hua'er is a good girl, do you think I'm useless?" Shen Rong stroked the horse, he felt a little sorry for it. The horse responded with a slight tapped butt or two, as if he was really not happy. "Hehe, you agree! Good girl, let's go. Shen Rong patted the horse's buttocks, and the horse galloped away like a fly. At this moment, several sneaky men in black stood up from the artemisia grass, their vicious eyes shining a cold light in the dark night......

Shen Rong didn't realize that this negligence was fatal, and he forgot the existence of that goatee...... The forces behind these hidden forces have not really appeared, but they still make so many people like marionettes for him to drive. He has fallen into a Jedi many times in the dark, and his senior brother may be even more dangerous......

The words were divided into two ends, at this time, Gui Yunhe was accompanying Ling Zitong to ride a horse and slowly walk in the canyon between the two mountains, the mountain is not high, not to mention steep and steep, and a few sparse cedars scattered on the mountain stand in the wind. The canyon is gentle and upward, but it is very narrow but not difficult to navigate. Gui Yunhe secretly said in his heart: This place is a good place to do some business without capital, those goods will inevitably be ambushed here, and when they are sent to the door, maybe their nest is on this mountain. He glanced at Ling Zitong: This girl is eccentric, she will never miss such a fun thing, but those bandits are miserable! Gui Yunhe couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"What's weird, what's the joke?" Ling Zitong said in a sneering voice, "It's always a mother-in-law, and you ask for love, right?"

Gui Yunhe smiled dumbly: I'm weird?!, but he didn't dare to say that: "Well, that's the case...... We...... Hehe, don't be too embarrassed, girl, it's just embarrassing for them!" he really didn't know how to phrase this girl who liked to raise the bar, and if he didn't speak, he would be scolded a few words, as long as he opened his mouth, a series of words would come one after another, and it was impossible to resist.

"Hey, haha, 'It's hard for them', well, that's what you said!, you can't go back!" Ling Zitong giggled, and the pause between Gui Yunhe's words was caught by her in an instant.

Gui Yunhe shook his head but didn't dare to argue, so he had no choice but to smile bitterly.

At this moment, seven or eight fierce-looking people jumped out of nowhere to stop their horses. A fat-headed, big-eared man with scars on his face said to the tall and thin man: "Fat man, are these two the fat sheep you said? It doesn't look like there's much oil and water, this little lady is a water spirit! Hehe!" The tall and thin man is one of the people who step on the plate in the inn, but I didn't expect him to be tall and thin and actually called a fat man.

Gui Yunhe secretly said in his heart: This fat head is dead!

Ling Zitong didn't look at these people, and said to Gui Yunhe: "Big brother, we met a strong man, scare me to death, you can put these gold leaves well, don't be robbed." She grabbed a wad of gold leaves from her arms and shook them deliberately before stuffing them into Gui Yunhe's hand. The corners of his mouth smiled, and he squeezed his big watery eyes.

Gui Yunhe took the gold leaf and put it in his arms casually: This is not over!

"Look, big boss, I knew there was a stock!" said the fat man, his little eyes shining with excitement.

"Okay! Fat man, with you, Zhao Ziliang! This little lady will pay attention to me, and if she gets hurt, she can ...... Not good...... Hey, hey, hey!" The fat-headed, obscene eyes kept rolling on Ling Zitong's body, and he couldn't wait to peel this tender lamb immediately.

Gui Yunhe sighed secretly: Fat head, fat head, you can't keep this trick!

Ling Zitong pretended to be panicked: "Big brother, look at him...... Look at his ill-intentioned ...... What to do?"

Gui Yunhe lowered his head and was silent: I know what he wants to do, and I know what you want to do. I heard her go on and say, "It's so hateful, it's always going around on me, and you don't care!" she kicked the stirrup and rose into the air, and with a light wave of her hand, she sat back on the horse.

The big head with fat head and big ears shook for a moment, and then he knelt on the ground screaming again and again, covering his eyes tightly with his two fat hands, and blood kept flowing from his fingers......