Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 982 The pit depth is 182 meters and one turn is unexpected (5)
"Xiao Liulang?" Mo Jiu was overjoyed, shouted loudly, and waved his arms at him.

The cold wind of breathing engulfed her voice, Xiao Qian didn't hear it, the marinated steed rode as fast as flying, but rushed over in an instant.

Mo Jiu rode forward, raised his voice and shouted, "Xiao Liulang, why are you here?"

Countless people's eyes were fixed on Xiao Qian's body. He didn't answer Mo Jiu, but only said "Yu", and tightly reined in Qing Cong who was running wildly. His bright star-like eyes glanced at her little red hair under the snow cap. On his face, he smiled imperceptibly, then turned his head to Zhaburi, his voice slowly, like a glacier cracking, a cold wind blowing snow, with an indescribably chilling air.

"The fourth prince is a step slower. If you want to take someone away again, you may have no chance."

Standing in the thin snow, Xiao Qian's lonely and proud figure is as steel as iron, with his head held high and his waist held high, with a huge oppressive force, eerie but indifferent.

At this time, the sky was bright, and the gray sky was blocked by thin snow, so the vision was not very clear.Behind Xiao Qian, tens of thousands of forbidden soldiers, wearing helmets and uniforms of the Southern Rong Army, holding banners with the word "Xiao" in their hands, lined up neatly in a dense group, infantry, cavalry, and archers, each with their own The position has obviously lined up the formation of the war, with a solid defense and unstoppable attack power. Regardless of the number, weapons, or combat power of the camp, this team is better than the Beimeng cavalry who are good at attacking but not good at defending. In front of him, the winning rate is too high.

Frowning and snorting coldly, Zaburi brushed off the steel knife in his hand without showing any fear.

He narrowed his pupils slightly, looked at Xiao Qian with hatred, and sneered meaningfully: "Xiao Qian, others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you."

Mo Jiu was flustered by his gaze.Xiao Qian didn't seem to care, he looked at Zaburi with deep eyes, his back straightened.

"The Fourth Prince doesn't need to be afraid of me! You can continue to be my captive proudly."

Haha laughed loudly, Zaburi obviously did not agree with his "proud prisoner", and said slowly, half-threateningly and half-seriously.

"Xiao Qian, believe it or not, as long as I say a word, you will be ruined and lose everything."

There are not many people who are so arrogant in front of Xiao Qian, let alone Zhabu Riyuan who is at a disadvantage?
Countless people present gasped slightly, feeling that he was exaggerating.But Mo Jiu's heart was hot for no reason, and an inexplicable emotional flame was scurrying in her heart, almost burning his heart.Others didn't know, but she heard it.This Zhaburi knew Xiao Qian's identity, and he was using Xiao Qian's identity as the son of Beimeng to threaten him...

Once everyone in the world knows that he is the son of Beimeng, what will they think of his purpose of "sneaking" into Nanrong and holding soldiers and horses?What kind of doubts will arise on his character.

Once Emperor Jingchang of Nanrong knew his identity as the son of Beimeng, how would he treat him?Is it possible to appoint him to lead the army again?And Nan Rong's millions of lieutenant soldiers, how would they treat their Marshal of the Army and Horses, but would they still agree with his transfer and arrangement as always?

The nationalism and loyalty of the ancients were extremely strong. Lu Bu's infamy of "household slave with three surnames" has been passed down through the ages, and once Xiao Qian's identity is known at this juncture, and he suffered another defeat at Jianshui River, then the His fame throughout his life will be ruined once.

What worries Mo Jiu even more is that not only will everything never go back to the past, but also his grand plans and ambitions will all be destroyed once.

... After all, it is still unclear whose interests Zaburi represents, and the position of the Great Khan of Beimeng is also unclear.

(End of this chapter)