All the ghost kings have their own abilities and tempers, but there is one thing that is surprisingly consistent—they are all people of the scene, oh no, they are ghosts of the scene.
Whenever it reveals its true form in the human world, there is always some arrangement, a grand scene that makes the heaven and earth pale in comparison, and then it appears leisurely to make the living people tremble with fear, as if a wolf shows its sharp fangs in front of a lamb.
The scene when He Simu appeared, with hundreds of crows descending and ghost fire burning people, was so weird and ferocious that it was impressive.
However, the lamb in front of her obviously had some unusual problems. Not only was it not afraid, it was even a little excited. Not only was it excited, it also lied with its eyes open: "What are you talking about, Your Highness the Ghost King? I am Duan Xu, my surname is Duan, my given name is Xu, and my courtesy name is Shunxi. My grandfather gave me this name, and my father gave me this courtesy name. It's genuine."
He Simu smiled slightly, picked him up by the collar with one hand, and said kindly, "You are kidding."
This is really deceptive.
Duan Xu allowed He Simu to carry him, but he did not struggle at all. He blinked his eyes and responded calmly: "It is not advisable to stay here for long. Your Highness the Ghost King, why don't you wait until we return to Shuozhou City and then make a long-term plan?"
"Are you trying to beat around the bush with me?"
"How do you know I'm not begging you?"
Duan Xu smiled openly, his round and bright eyes actually had a hint of innocence. He Simu squinted at him for a moment, thinking that he had never seen anyone begging so hard.
When Han Lingqiu woke up with a start, he found himself leading the grain cart back along the mountain path. He was stunned for a long time, looking at the rope in his hand, then at the grain cart next to him, and then at the soldiers in front and behind him, his mind was like a mess.
Just now... they seized the grain cart, but found themselves ambushed, and then... the Huqi people who ambushed them didn't know what was going on, and suddenly gave up this piece of fat meat that was about to be in their mouths and withdrew. So they robbed the grain cart and walked back along the mountain road.
It seemed to be the case, but the turn of events was too weird, as if something was suddenly missing.
As Han Lingqiu was thinking carefully, the image of Duan Xu shooting an arrow through the enemy's eyes reappeared in his mind, and he couldn't help but shudder. Some vague images began to sway back and forth in his mind, unclear but disturbing. At this moment, someone patted his shoulder, and he subconsciously drew his sword and pressed it against the other person's neck, but the other person reacted faster, turning around and standing three steps away from him.
Duan Xu rubbed his neck with a smile and said, "That was a close call. What happened to Captain Han?"
Han Lingqiu stared at Duan Xu with his eyes wide open, his breath rising and falling violently, as if he wanted to stare a hole through Duan Xu. It was not until he realized that the soldiers on the mountain road had stopped and were looking at the confrontation between the general and the lieutenant with anxiety and confusion that he said stiffly: "I was in danger just now... I was too nervous, don't blame me, General."
Duan Xu shook his head, as if he didn't mind Han Lingqiu's abnormality at all, and said kindly: "No problem. I just want to tell you that when we get out of the mountain road, we will blow up the rocks on both sides of the mountain to block the road. There are spies in the army. If they know we are coming to rob food, they must have known this road. Leaving it here will be a big trouble."
Han Lingqiu bowed and said, "Yes."
Duan Xu walked past him and calmly came to the front of the team. He looked smiling warmly, but his hand was tightly holding the Sword of Delusion Breaking.
Amidst this chaotic memory and sense of familiarity, Han Lingqiu suddenly had an intuition that if he had really known Duan Xu in the past, it should have been just like what happened just now.
They have a relationship that is tense and full of swords.
Duan Xu walked to the front of the team, not even looking at Han Lingqiu behind him, and sighed in a low voice: "Look at you, you scared everyone into a state of paranoia."
The pale beauty walking beside him, whom only he could see, turned her head, the silver tassels in her hair trembling. She tilted her head and smiled slightly, obviously disapproving, but was too lazy to say anything.
The food robbed was dangerous, but the food and grass robbed back could provide food for more than 20 days in the city, and the people in the city could finally get through the New Year. When Duan Xu and his party returned to Shuozhou City from the mountain road, General Wu was unusually enthusiastic and sent a lot of people to meet him. Seeing that Duan Xu was injured, he even showed a bit of guilt. This really surprised the other lieutenants, but Duan Xu accepted General Wu's enthusiasm calmly as if it was a matter of course.
He Simu looked at this rare harmonious scene and thought that the little fox's words before robbing the grain were indeed to win people's hearts. Qin Shuai repeatedly put him in danger, perhaps he really wanted to kill him, but he probably didn't expect it to be so dangerous before he went to rob the grain. But he pretended to be ready to die for Tabai, which made Wu Langjiang feel guilty.
Duan Xu, you are like a thousand layers of paper, and your true heart cannot be seen through the thousand layers of falsehood.
At night, Duan Xu arranged all matters related to the Tabai Army and finally went back to his room to rest. He had just walked into the room and sat on the bed when Meng Wan came in with medicine and gauze to bandage the wound on his arm. Duan Xu declined and said he could do it himself. Meng Wan became a little anxious and put the medicine on the table and said, "Shunxi, your arm is injured and it is not convenient to bandage it. Even if you don't want my help, you should find someone else to take care of you."
Duan Xu seemed to find it a little funny. He picked up the gauze and medicine from the table, half-undressed to reveal his injured left arm. The wound was from the upper arm to the forearm. The wound was about half a knuckle deep and still bleeding. It was just bandaged. He untied his right hand and took off the previous gauze. Meng Wan saw him like this and was about to help him bandage, but saw him holding the medicine bottle, picking up the stopper of the bottle with two fingers, and pouring it on the wound. Then he took the new gauze, held it in his mouth and pulled it with his right hand, wrapping it all the way down his arm, and finally tied a knot neatly and let it go.
The whole process was neat and quick, completed in a moment, and done with incredible skill.
Meng Wan's hand froze in mid-air. Duan Xu smiled and even waved his bandaged arm, saying, "I don't feel any inconvenience. This minor injury doesn't need anyone to take care of it. Ah Wan should get some rest early."
Meng Wan thought, knowing Duan Xu for so many years, he had never needed someone to take care of him. You say he is competitive and unwilling to show weakness, but he is not that kind of person, he is even a little lazy.
Yet from his laziness, there is a hint of unshakable toughness.
When Meng Wan left without saying anything and closed the door, mischievous laughter was heard from the room.
Duan Xu looked over and saw a pale-faced beauty in rust-red clothes sitting on a sandalwood chair in his room, propping up her head and spinning a jade pendant in her hand, smiling sweetly.
He was not surprised, and put on his clothes and said: "Your Highness the Ghost King is so familiar with the place, it seems that this is not his first time here. Last night..."
"I was here last night and saw you take off your upper body clothes. If you put them back on now, you can no longer protect your innocence." He Simu said indifferently, even comfortingly: "It's just a skin, don't worry about it."
After a pause, she pointed outside the house and asked, "When did you meet Meng Wan?"
"After I returned to Nandu from Daizhou, I studied with her under Master Yang."
"Oh? The name of Master Yang doesn't sound like your Huqi master who was blinded by a wild goose."
"As the saying goes, if three people walk together, there must be one person who can be my teacher. I can't have only one teacher."
He Simu looked at Duan Xu's sincere eyes and smiled slightly, "Why are you so pitiful? All the friends and teachers you can name are those you met after you were fourteen. What were you doing before you were fourteen?"
She stood up, stepped on her light crimson brocade boots, and walked step by step to Duan Xu. She lowered her head and looked at the boy who always had a smile on his face and a sincere and frank look, and said softly: "That blind master, was he your teacher before you were fourteen? That amnesiac Captain Han, was he your friend before you were fourteen?"
Duan Xu raised his head and looked directly into He Simu's eyes without dodging.
"A master is a master before the age of fourteen, but a friend is not. Before I was fourteen, I had no friends."
He Simu's eyes flashed, and his expression changed from careless to serious: "Who are you?"
Duan Xu looked at He Simu in silence for a while, then gradually revealed a bright smile and said word by word: "Duan Xu, Duan Shunxi."
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, the two people's eyes were fixed, the candlelight flickered on their faces, and the subtle and dangerous atmosphere became more and more intense in this silent scene. He Simu's figure flashed, and the next moment Duan Xu was pressed on the bed by He Simu and strangled by the neck.
He Simu sat on him, lowered his body and looked at him, the strength in his hands gradually tightened.
Duan Xu's fingers clenched the mattress, and he blinked his eyes and said with some difficulty: "Ghost King... Your Highness, I... show mercy."
Even at this time, he was still laughing.
He Simu leaned closer to him, her long hair falling on his face. Duan Xu frowned slightly, perhaps because he felt itchy.
"Aren't you very good at martial arts? Why don't you struggle or resist?" she asked indifferently.
"In the face of absolutely powerful force, all skills are vulnerable." Because He Simu's strength was relaxed a little, Duan Xu was finally able to say this sentence smoothly. Not only did he say it, he also added an explanation: "I can't beat you, there is no other way but to beg for mercy."
He is quite self-aware.
He Simu laughed softly, and she said, "What if I don't forgive you?"
The strength in the hands tends to increase again.
Duan Xu thought for a moment, raised his hand and pointed at his head, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, do you want to collect my skull?"
This irrelevant remark made He Simu raise his eyebrows.
“Good advice.”
"I think my skull will look better when I'm fifty. Your Highness, would you mind waiting until I'm fifty before eating me?"
He Simu squinted at Duan Xu for a long time, as if he saw a series of idioms such as "audacious", "fearless", "sharp-tongued", and "hypocritical" on his face.
We must also add “never confess”.
She confronted Duan Xu for a moment, then smiled and withdrew her hand. She looked down at Duan Xu and said slowly, "I won't eat you. I'm here to make a deal with you."