Big Moon Ballad

The battle ahead was raging, and Ying Baoyue and Suman looked at each other.

Many other Xirong nobles around wanted to rush forward, but Suman stopped them with his eyes.

Suman slowly twisted the rosary beads and looked at the extremely young girl in front of her.

If Ying Baoyue really wanted to do harm to him, then he would be dead the moment she appeared.

Although the appearance of Shao Siming in his memory was different, the moment he saw these eyes at close range, a strong voice sounded in Suman's heart.

is her!

It's her.

Once you see these dazzling eyes, you will never forget them.

Suman squeezed the rosary tightly and spoke slowly, "Princess, long time no see."

"It's been a long time. I haven't seen him since the White Wolf Court moved to the north." Ying Baoyue looked at the old man's face carefully, "Suman, you are getting old."

"Ten years ago, I was already a man who was about to feed the hawks. Naturally, I am getting old," Suman smiled. "On the other hand, the princess, not only does she still have the same style, but she is even younger and more beautiful."

"No need to be polite, I won't live as long as you," Ying Baoyue held the hilt of the sword at her waist.

The Xirong cultivators suddenly changed their expressions. This woman killed two Heavenly Rankers in a row. No one dared to look down on her anymore. It was more than enough for her to kill the old patriarch at such a close distance!

Only Suman remained calm and raised his eyelids, "Does the princess want to kill me?"

"I am not a heaven-level practitioner, you can't do anything to me."

Ying Baoyue narrowed her eyes, "Just because you didn't advance on purpose, it doesn't mean you don't have the abilities of a heaven-level practitioner."

The reason why Suman can live as an old monster is that he is extremely afraid of death, and his desire to survive far exceeds his ambition.

Almost no cultivator can overcome the temptation to move up a level, but in order not to be killed by heaven-level cultivators on the battlefield, Suman did it. He chose not to break through and huddled at level four.

"I have never been a pedantic person. For practitioners with third-level abilities, I don't think it would be against the laws of heaven to kill them," Ying Baoyue said lightly, "Besides, I haven't done enough things that go against the laws of heaven. ?”

Suman's fingers while twisting the rosary twitched, "Are you really going to kill me?"

Ying Baoyue shook her head, "I don't want to kill you."

Suman is more troublesome dead than alive.

Not all wars end by killing the coach. The White Wolf King is dead, and Suman is the last pillar holding the Xirong nobles and the White Wolf Court together. If he dies, the Chunyu family will be completely leaderless. This group of unruly descendants will only make the situation more chaotic.

"I came to talk to you."

Suman's eyes were serious, "What do you want to talk about?"

"You should understand that there is no point in continuing to fight like this," Ying Baoyue said lightly, "The main force is you Xirong people. If we continue to fight, we will only lose both sides and consume the descendants of the White Wolf King in vain."

"That's not necessarily true." Suman focused his attention on the slaves and rebels fighting on the battlefield. "Aren't there so many pests mixed in?"

"Black Tiger Army, no one can be spared."

"Those people are not afraid of death," Ying Baoyue looked into Suman's eyes quietly, "If you want to kill even one of you, you will have to pay the price of a dozen or even dozens of practitioners."

Suman's pupils narrowed, "What do you want to say?"

"Let's make peace," Ying Baoyue said. "You started fighting, wasn't it just to grab the throne?"

She had already figured out the whole story from Zhao Guang. White Wolf King Chun Yuhan is dead. Baili Celing and the others have actually achieved their goal of attacking the White Wolf King's Court. There is no point in continuing to fight like this. Ying Baoyue didn't think that he could completely conquer the White Wolf Royal Court with just these people. They were just involved in the struggle for the throne and found it difficult to escape.

"Patricide is ominous. The Great Di King is not the Chun Yuhan of the past. He cannot suppress the public anger and is not suitable to be the White Wolf King," Ying Baoyue said lightly, "His younger brothers are not suitable either. If the other younger brothers Chun Yuyi will definitely not accept the superior position."

Suman's eyes turned cold, "We Xirong are choosing the king, and it's not your turn to intervene yet."

"Really?" Ying Baoyue's eyes also turned cold, "You are a smart man. If you really want to put a fool on the throne, I have no problem with it."

If she hadn't felt sorry for the rebels and the Black Tigers, and Zhao Guang was involved in them, she would have happily watched the Xirong people perish.

Suman looked at each other for a moment and finally retreated.

"Okay, tell me," Suman's eyes flashed, "Who do you think you should choose?"

"Isn't there a ready candidate?"

Ying Baoyue smiled slightly and stepped aside, revealing the Tenth King's Army not far behind him.

Zhao Guang was riding on his horse and was busy directing the team. He didn't notice the movement here at all. At this time, he found that many people were looking at him, and then he realized that Ying Baoyue had unexpectedly run up to the king's tent.

"The Tenth King Zhai is very suitable."

Ying Baoyue smiled brightly, "He is able to regain the Tenth King's Army, gain the trust of the rebel army, and is related to me. He is the best candidate favored by all forces."

"How about you elect the Tenth King Zhai as the White Wolf King and help him ascend to the throne. Let's turn our hostility into friendship and stop the war."

what?

Zhao Guang heard these words from a distance and almost fell off his horse. "Hug...hug the moon?"

Ying Baoyue turned around and smiled slightly, "Didn't you say you wanted to be the one?"

He said this to boost the morale of his subordinates... Besides, is this something he can do if he wants to?

Zhao Guang was stunned and wanted to say something, but Ying Baoyue stopped him with his eyes.

"Don't talk yet, the negotiation hasn't been concluded yet," Ying Baoyue turned to look at Suman, "How about it?"

Suman slowly turned the rosary beads, "He is too young and half-Chinese. No one will obey him."

"That's what happens next," Ying Baoyue said lightly, "If he can't secure this position, he is not qualified to become the White Wolf King."

The most important thing now is to end this dispute as soon as possible, and Zhao Guang is the most suitable candidate after the forces of all parties are balanced.

She had never thought before that Zhao Guang could become King Zhai or seize someone else's throne single-handedly.

The boy's potential was far greater than she imagined.

Who says that a practitioner with Central Plains ancestry cannot become the White Wolf King?

There has never been a person like Zhao Guang who has the royal blood of the two countries before.

"Since I elected him, I will support him," Ying Baoyue smiled, "He will become the most supportive White Wolf King in the history of your family."

Suman was twisting the rosary faster and faster, and she couldn't help but raise her eyelids and knock the sky, trying to see if the sun was coming out in the west.

Da Qin's Shao Siming actually wants to support Xirong's White Wolf King...

Is this news that would make the ancestors of the Chunyu family and the Ying family angry even if they heard it underground?

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