Death Sutra

There are very few people in Shulitu who walk outside the tent. Even during the semi-presence of the Dragon King, Nie Zeng and Han Wuxian are accompanied. He is the royal family of the Northern Court, and has a natural fear of dirt, weeds and horses.

This morning, he intends to challenge this fear.

The words of the Dragon King made him inevitable all night. When he first listened, it was a whimsical alternative to the old Khan. After repeated thoughts, he was moving.

Under the guidance of his grandfather and grandfather, Sullivan has become accustomed to the sly thinking: anything that seems to belong to him belongs to others.

The Dragon King is different. He seems to be willing to let 傀儡 have more autonomy, but Shulitu understands very well that this is not giving, and the Dragon King is encouraging him to fight for it.

He stepped back and followed, wearing a light leather armor, fit and fit, much more comfortable than the set of the shadow of the shadow of the father.

This is the military camp of Xiao Wang Shu Litu, but even the lowest servant servants know who the real master is. The 12-year-old Wang Sun stands at the door of the tent and feels unfamiliar with everything around him.

The morning sun was so dazzling, and Shulitu saw an officer saluting himself, so he nodded his head and vaguely remembered the name of the person. It was the old part of the shadow king. It is said that he should be more loyal to himself than others. There is no particularly direct feeling.

Going east, the noise of the early soldiers began to ring loudly. If the old Khan Wang walked in the camp, he would definitely get a full camp silence and a piece of worship. Even the foreign dragon king would be treated with enthusiasm. The only thing that greets Shulitu is neglect.

Occasionally, soldiers saw Xiao Wang, and hesitated for a while before he remembered his identity. Most people responded by nodding.

This morning, there are more things that can bring excitement to the soldiers than Sullivan. The Dragon King agrees with the requirements of the Holy King. The two sides are negotiating on this. The most direct impact is that the battle will be cancelled today.

It was said that the prairie people were fighting, and Shulitu did not feel it at all. The soldiers around them wiped the armor happily in order to temporarily use them.

There should be a lot of quiet around the main account. The few guards brought by the Dragon King from the Western Region are responsible for vigilance. They have more respect for Xiao Wang than the North Court soldiers, and they are all saluting and letting the passage open.

Only with such a person, can you win a huge army in the North Court, what is the Dragon King in the end? Shulitu is puzzled and his curiosity is getting higher.

The military officer came out of the main account, his face was not very good, and he saw Shulitu stunned. "His Royal Highness... How come you? The Dragon King didn't seem to call you."

"I just walked away." Shulitu actually felt from the attitude of the military division that he was still only a beggar.

Fang Wen frowned, grabbed Shulitu's thin arm and took him out a few steps. He whispered, "What did the Dragon King say to you yesterday? You suggested that he accept the contest?"

"What the Dragon King said, the military division should ask him." Shulitu took some effort to pull out his arm. "I did support the contest, but the Dragon King's decision has nothing to do with me."

Fang Wen is laughing a few times. This 12-year-old Wang Sun is indeed a bit special. Besides, he once wanted to assassinate the Dragon King. He has been stable and saved a lot of troubles, but that’s all. "I think so, hey, Dragon King." It is a martial arts person who always gets rid of the dependence on the sword. He today agreed to the requirements of the Holy King, and will accept the invitation of a group of rivers and lakes tomorrow. This is how it looks like a king?"

"The original kings were born from the warriors, at least in the North Court. The prairie men respect the sword like a god."

Fang Wen was looking at the skinny teenager, and laughed a few times. He shook his head and left on his own. He didn’t have the mood to educate a little sister.

Shulitu walked two steps out of the main account and saw the Guard’s long dragon rushing over. He turned and walked away. He also heard about the tattoo on the cavalry in Qingcheng’s head. He felt that the Dragon King should not accept the challenge. I think that my suggestion is purely redundant.

Shulitu continued to stroll and saw some strange subordinates of the Dragon King. He always had a doubt. The Westerners were all so different. The old man was said to be a North Court. He could only understand that it was the Dragon King’s vision. Different.

Han Wuxian is pointing Nie Zeng on a piece of open space to practice light work, surrounded by a bunch of people pointing fingers, especially the little girl with green eyes, can not help but laugh at Nie Zeng's hands and feet too stupid.

The old man is even more embarrassed, but the object of his accusation is Han Wuxian. He will teach the wrong one here. It will not be elaborate enough in a while. In short, this set of merits is nothing.

Shulitu does not understand martial arts, can't make good or bad, can't hear the truth, and looks at Nie Zeng's flexible body. He wants to wonder that many people are obsessed with martial arts, the body is a bondage, and martial arts is a breakthrough bondage. One of the ways, and his body is more like a shackle, which is not far away, there is a feeling of short legs and soft legs.

These people don't care about Shulitu. When he passes by, he hears the old man changing his strategy. He is whispering to the beautiful young swordsman around him and saying, "Be careful, the little beauty who arrives should not be snatched by the silly boy..."

Shulitu was surprised that the North Court was at a critical juncture in life and death. The excellent soldiers were innocently reduced every day. There was still a small group of people who were indifferent to this. Although they were mostly Westerners, it was still difficult to understand.

Only the North Court people who can save the North Court, Shu Litu feels that this thin body is really a big burden.

He stood at the door of a tent, and he could still hear the old man's cockroaches in his ears, but he was already deaf. "Is the silver eagle?"

Moline came out and held the handle, which was even bigger than the average soldier. "Please forgive me, I have already changed my name, and I am not an adult."

"Moline, I always forget." Shulitu laughed, I really hope that I can have the Dragon King's ability, and quickly gain the trust of a strong subordinate.

"Is there something for my Highness?"

"I think..." Schulitu didn't know how to speak. The Dragon King suggested that he contact the old sweat king's wing guard. Moline himself was obviously ignorant. "I want to learn martial arts with you."

"I'm honored, but..." Molin was deeply surprised. He couldn't find a reason for refusal. "Now the squad is chaotic, can your prince make time?"

"As long as you are willing to teach, I will always have time." Shuli Tu looked at Nie Zeng, who was practicing not far away. "The more the soldiers are in chaos, the more they need a strong body."

"Okay. Your Highness is coming in and sitting." Molin felt that the little Wang Sun could not hold on for a long time.

"No, um, if you don't bother, I hope you can accompany me."

"Follow, Your Highness."

"You are too polite, in fact - you are not my subordinate, you seem to have not accepted any positions."

"My position is the King of the Khan, there is no King of Khan, and naturally there is no wing guard."

"When the new Khan is born, you will be able to return to your old post."

"That must be decided by the new Khan Wang." Moline looked respectful, but he thought, Xiao Wang is drawing himself?

"The new Khan Wang will definitely ask for it."

"I have not been able to protect the safety of the old Khan. This is the stain that eternal life can't wash."

"Old Khan built the most powerful defense measures, but left loopholes in the most inconspicuous people around me. This is no wonder that you, as a wing guard, you are invulnerable, that is, the old Khan himself, and never imagine the danger comes from Five female slaves."

Moline didn’t talk for a while, he was thinking about how to confess to the 12-year-old Wang Sun. “In fact, I have doubts, but...”

"But no one wants to break in when the old Khan is practicing the longevity. He trusts the Master too much. He never thought they would be a secret passage to circumvent the defense net."

Moline was really surprised. He once expressed similar views to the old Khan, but he did not get attention. "The old Khan has his own ideas, but some things are completely unexpected and unexpected. I expected."

"What kind of person is the old Khan?"

"Old Khan Wang Yingyong is good at war, smart and wise, and is one of the greatest kings of the history of the North Court."

"Oh, everyone said so, but I really want to know what advantages and disadvantages he has in your eyes."

Moline felt that His Royal Highness had already touched his bottom line. "I am not qualified to judge the old Khan. If His Highness is what it means, his greatness is not about the meaning of someone, but the influence on the entire grassland."

Shulitu wanted to wipe the fine sweat on his forehead and turned to remember that he did not take the follow-up, so he took a deep breath and said: "The war in Longting is almost over, and a larger war is about to begin. I also I have no intention of judging the old Khan, but I want to know what he will do in this situation?"

Moline wants to tell the truth: no matter how the old Khan is doing, a little dragon controlled by the Dragon King can't imitate it.

"When the old Khan was in the throne, he was younger than me. Since then, he has been fighting, defeating the enemy and consolidating the power." Shulitu continued, and the strangeness in his heart gradually disappeared. "I am his. Great-grandson, his blood flowing in his body, one of my duties is to continue his battle."

For the first time, Maureen took this little king, and began to speculate on his true thoughts. "Dragon King asked you to come to me?"

"Yes, but this is my own will."

"When it comes to willingness, the old Khan has said a word to me, 'Power is born, but it is not for you, but for your initiative.' This is the will, the old Khan never cares about others. How to do it, he walked over and got his hand, everyone recognized it."

Shulitu’s heart is not so much related to the blazing sun and long walks.

Unconsciously, the two had already walked to the camp near the camp, a group of cavalry kept the road, no outsiders were allowed to enter, and other soldiers were hiding far away.

Sulitu stepped forward and secretly encouraged himself: this is his own army. The nearest army has already owed allegiance to the name Shulitu, who is going to take the natural power.

Moline followed, and wanted to see if His Royal Highness would over-understand his own words.

A close-up soldier pulled the bowstring and said loudly: "Stop."

"I am the King of the Shadows, the King of the Sun, the King of Kua, and I command you to let the road open."

The soldier glanced at his companion and shot at the three steps in front of the "His Royal Highness". "Even if the ten kings belong to one person, you are not qualified to give us orders."

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