Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

"Mahamu!"

"You have been in Daming for [-] years, have you ever heard the word Bing never tire of deceit?" Tu.

Chapter 166

Zhu Gaoyu grinned, and stood up from the ground.

Mahamu looked at Zhu Gaoyu with a look of surprise.

Zhu Gaoyu sat on the ground and looked at Mahamu with a relaxed smile.

"You see who has won now?"

Maham's breathing stagnates.

Zhu Gaoyu picked up an ingenious whistle from his sleeve, and then, in the suspicious eyes of Mahamu and the others, Zhu Gaoyu put it to his mouth and blew it.

"call out--"

A sharp whistle blew past, and there was a chaotic sound of hoofs around the hill.

Mahamu's heart froze, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart.

Ambushed!

He looked at the Ming soldiers on white horses who appeared from the shadows to surround the hills, and a flash of despair flashed in his eyes.

Is there really no room for a turnaround this time?

Mahamu looked at Zhu Gaoyu with a gloomy expression on his face, and at [-], he stood there and pondered for a moment, a sternness flashed across his face.

He glanced at Shen Lian who was squatting in front of Zhu Gaoyu, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and Mahamu quietly held the dagger hidden in his sleeve pocket.

Otherwise, Zhu Gaoyu will be directly intercepted!

Mahamu glanced around, and calmly clenched the handle of the knife.

The big deal is life-for-life!

Shen Lian's tense expression finally eased after seeing Zhu Gaoyu wake up.

He walked up to Zhu Gaoyu with a nervous expression and asked in a deep voice,

"My lord, how are you feeling now?"

As he said that, he also raised Zhu Gaoyu with a concerned look,

"It's not too late, let's hurry up and respond to the sky."

Zhu Gaoyu waved his hand,

"It's okay."

After Zhu Gaoyu finished speaking, he raised his hand and pulled out the long arrow from his chest.

There was no blood on the arrow of the long arrow, and what was even more strange was that the arrow was sharp and curved in a strange arc visible to the naked eye.

Mahamu looked at the long arrow in Zhu Gaoyu's hand with a look of surprise.

Who is this person?

The long arrow stabbing body was unscathed? !

Zhu Gaoyu played with the long arrow for a while, then glanced at Mahamu again, with a playful smile on his little face.

The look Zhu Gaoyu cast made Mahamu feel like he had nowhere to hide as if he had been stripped naked.

Mahamu breathed for a while, and clenched the dagger in his hand again.

Zhu Gaoyu smiled, then stretched out two fingers to pinch the arrow very casually.

There is no force, and the arrows are directly crushed between random play.

Seeing this, Mahamu stared at Zhu Gaoyu with a gloomy expression.

I saw Zhu Gaoyu grinning at him, then he held the arrow in his hand and crushed it a few times with the palm of his hand.

In just a moment, Zhu Gaoyu seemed to have had enough, and spread his palms with a smile.

Everyone in the Oirat tribe not far from Zhu Gaoyu was shocked.

The originally sharp arrow was crushed to ashes by Zhu Gaoyu in an instant!

How much power is in this child's body? !

Mahamu looked at him suspiciously.

Feeling that there is no such destructive power as Zhu Gaoyu, who can grind a sharp blade into ashes while talking and laughing.

Mahamu's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a bit of struggle on his face.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally quietly stuffed the dagger in his hand back into his sleeve again.

Mahamu looked at Zhu Gaoyu, sighed slightly, and laughed a few times.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Then, with a slightly desolate expression, he said,

"My Mahamu is going to die here today!"

Mu Ye was startled when he heard the sound, and hurriedly looked at Mahamu anxiously.

"Sweat!"

Mahamu shook his head in resignation,

"The situation is over, we have no chance!"

Said, and sighed,

"I thought that I, Mahamu, gave birth to a good grandson."

"I can see the glory of the golden family in Ye Xian."

"But I didn't expect it."

"Also leave me first and foremost."

"but me!"

"Mahamu!"

"After today, it will also become a joke spread by word of mouth among the various tribes in the grasslands!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

Mahamu laughed a few times with a desolate expression, and then a stern look flashed across his face.

He gritted his teeth and raised his hand to grab the big knife in Mu Ye's hand, and then aimed the blade at his neck.

Mu also exclaimed with a trembling throat,

"Sweat!"

"As long as you are alive, there is still hope for our Oara tribe!"

"Sweat!"

Seeing this, the officers and soldiers of the Oirat tribe outside Mu Ye spoke anxiously.

"Sweat!"

If I can't avenge my blood, I, Mahamu, will kill myself on the bank of the Oron River to apologize!

Zhu Gaoyu suddenly remembered this sentence...

He frowned and looked at Mahamu.

Mahamud is damn.

But if he were to die so happily, it would be somewhat cheaper for him!

Zhu Gaoyu's pupils shrank as he looked at the big knife in Mahamu's hand.

Mahamu shook his head when he heard the terrified shouts of Mu Ye and the others, and a sternness flashed across his face.

Mahamu sneered up to the sky, and then buckled the blade around his neck.

As soon as the sharp blade came into contact with Mahamu's neck, a trace of blood oozes out.

His expression froze, the big knife in his hand was slightly forced, and then he closed his eyes in despair.

"Crack-!"

A crisp sound.

Mahamu didn't wait for death, he slowly opened his eyes.

I saw that the big knife in his hand had broken in half, half in his hand, and the other half in the soil behind him.

Mu Ye looked at Zhu Gaoyu in disbelief, and didn't understand why Zhu Gaoyu was doing this now?

But he didn't have time to think about it at the moment, he looked at Mahamu eagerly and exclaimed,

"Sweat!"

"Are you alright!"

Mahamu ignored Mu Ye and looked at the embroidered spring knife in Zhu Gaoyu's hand with a suspicious expression.

"What do you mean?"

A naive smile appeared on Zhu Gaoyu's face,

"Save you, what's the point?"

Mahamu said disdainfully,

"You don't need to pretend anymore!"