Marquis of Grand Xia

Chapter 86: She is not a man

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The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a few men of five big and three thick walked in, murderous and looking bad.

Men in the grasslands have all seen blood, and once they are serious, they will exude a sense of oppression that is different from ordinary people.

However, this is only for ordinary people. The two people in the tent do not say that killing people is like numbness.

Ning Chen turned the wheelchair around, and slammed the ink sword into the ground with a slam. The unhappy expression on his face was undisguised. Fighting, right? Who is afraid of who.

The white-bearded old man walked in, Mingcheng walked in, and the doctor walked in, looking at the calm and unmoved young man in blue, his brows were all wrinkled.

"Take it away," the white-bearded old man shouted.

"Yes" The seven big men walked around the wheelchair and grabbed the young man in Tsing Yi directly.

The displeased expression on Ning Chen's face became even stronger. When he was transparent, he slapped the ink sword with his right hand, and a burst of true essence swept away, and several big men were shaken back a few steps.

"There is something to talk about." He was ashamed, and Ning Chen didn't want things to be too stiff, so he suppressed his temper and said.

"Mingcheng, you hold him back," the white-bearded old man said with a heavy expression.

"Yes" Mingcheng reluctantly pulled out the machete at his waist, took two steps forward, and said to Ning Chen, "Brother Ning, I have offended you"

Ning Chen's expression gradually turned cold, and he was shameless.

Keng, the ink sword was unsheathed, the sword body was frosted, snowflakes were agitated, and the temperature in the entire tent dropped.

The tense atmosphere spread, and the war was about to break out. At this moment, Prince Yan, who had been calm and silent, opened his mouth.

"Okay, put the sword away"

When the words fell, Prince Yan took a step towards the outside of the tent, and said lightly, "Go and see what's going on"

"En" Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, put his sword back into its sheath, and walked out.

The two walked out, and the cold sweat on Mingcheng's body only then flowed down. They still underestimate the young man in the wheelchair, not to mention him alone, even if there are ten more people, I am afraid it is impossible to stop him.

"Patriarch, don't come hard," Ming Cheng advised again.

The white-bearded old man snorted coldly, then turned around and walked out of the tent.

In Pei Yan's tent, Ning Chen and Prince Yan looked at the beautiful girl lying on the bed, and got the real situation from the doctor's mouth.

"Senior, is there any help?" Ning Chen asked through voice transmission.

"Lingjinghua" Prince Yan said lightly.

"That means there is no help?" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

"With your blood, plus this king's action, you can prolong her life for three years, or that sentence, how to deal with it is up to you" Prince Yan said calmly.

"Benevolence and righteousness are all done, so be it." Ning Chen nodded and said decisively.

After speaking, Ning Chen turned around, looked at the white-bearded old man who had just entered, and said, "We can extend Miss Pei Yan's life for three years. As a deal, all previous grievances will be put to rest."

The white-bearded old man was stunned, and everyone present was stunned. Ning Chen didn't rush, and waited patiently and indifferently.

The anxiety of the people present formed the most stark contrast with the calmness of the two. The words that the eldest grandson said that day was vividly reflected at this moment. Ning Chen is the most ruthless person in this world.

If it weren't for the fact that they were at fault, whoever lives and who dies is none of his business.

She is not a man!

"Can you be sure?" The white-bearded old man asked with a hint of distrust in his eyes.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you" Ning Chen said indifferently.

The white-bearded old man's face changed and changed, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you"

"Let's all go out." Prince Yan stepped forward, came to the bed, and said lightly.

The white-bearded old man and the people present hesitated for a while, but were still undecided.

"It's too late to go back now." Ning Chen also turned the wheelchair to the bed, and said coldly.

"Go out." The white-bearded old man finally made up his mind to drive everyone out of the tent, and then walked out himself.

"Pity the hearts of parents in the world" Ning Chen sighed softly, and immediately, his sword fingers slid across his arm, and a drop of blood dripped out, dripping down Pei Yan's heart along the arm.

He has the power of Zhuantian Pill in his body, and he has also soaked in Tianchi in Northern Mongolia. It can be said that it is a living medicine introduction.

At the same time, Prince Yan turned his palms to condense the air, and the blood dripping with innate power quickly disappeared into Pei Yan's heart. In an instant, the medicinal power dissipated, and a little bit began to nourish the latter's weak heart.

After about ten breaths, Prince Yan put his hand away, Ning Chen wiped his hand, silver light flashed, and stopped the blood on his arm, and immediately looked at Pei Yan on the bed, waiting for the latter to wake up.

After another half a column of incense, Pei Yan woke up, looked at the young man in Tsing Yi in front of her, and said weakly, "Can you tell me your true identity?"

"Daxia, Prince Yan," Prince Yan said lightly.

Pei Yan was startled, then closed her eyes weakly, and a tear slipped quietly, "Thank you"

Ning Chen and Prince Yan went out, and the white-bearded old man immediately entered the tent. Seeing Pei Yan waking up in bed, he couldn't help crying with joy.

"Let them go"

The voice of the old man came from the tent, and Ming Cheng and the others automatically moved out of the way when they heard it, allowing the two to leave.

"Let's go." Prince Yan walked in front, hunting in Tsing Yi, calmly.

"En." Ning Chen responded, and then followed.

The two left without any rush or delay, without the slightest nostalgia. No matter how beautiful the grassland is, they are just passing by. Just look at it.

"The mountains have no basis, the water has no basis, the sad and fragrant grass bids farewell to the grandson, the clouds are faint, the willows are green, the cuckoo's voice is unbearable to hear..." On the grassland, the sound of farewell suddenly sounded, Ning Chen looked back, but in front of the tent, a A woman in a red wedding dress is sitting there, holding a pipa in her arms, her face is pale, her red lips are like blood, like a rose blooming in the cold wind, so beautiful that people dare not straighten up.

See.

"Pity"

Ning Chen sighed lightly, but didn't say anything, then turned around and continued to walk forward.

Prince Yan's expression was still as calm as ever, without any turbulence, step by step, unswerving.

The grassland is very large, and the two of them traveled north all the way, without stopping in the middle, until they reached the destination of the trip, the capital of Northern Mongolia.

This is a city in the desert. From a distance, you can see the holy city floating on the yellow ocean, which is very shocking.

After the two entered the capital, they found that the lives of the commoners were very different from those on the grasslands outside, but they were somewhat similar to the commoners in the Central Plains. They were engaged in various small businesses. Ning Chen glanced at the magnificent royal court building in the distance, and sneered at the corner of his mouth. I heard that after the death of the emperor in Beimeng, the royal court was in chaos, and several princes competed for the throne. Fan Lingyue was also born at this time, neat and clean. swept the ground

He resisted all the forces and helped the infants of the previous emperors to the throne, ending the civil strife in Northern Mongolia.

In this way, the little emperor of Northern Mongolia has just turned seven years old this year.

"The sand sword of Beimeng is about to be born, this king is going to see it, let's just leave it." At this moment, a glint of light flashed in Prince Yan's eyes, and he said.

Hearing this, Ning Chen was taken aback for a moment, then nodded. Since the senior didn't let him go with him, it means that his strength is not enough, and it may be dangerous to follow the past.

"How to get in touch?" Ning Chen asked.

"No, this king will find you." Before he could finish the words, Prince Yan's figure had disappeared, and he hurried to the north.

Ning Chen opened his mouth and finally shook his head helplessly. He originally expected Prince Yan to do things with him, but now it seems that he has to rely on himself.

It's a bit difficult, but I can't wait forever. The situation in Daxia is already in danger, and the eldest grandson still doesn't know what the headache will be. He always has to do something.

As soon as he entered the capital, he heard about the current battle between the two dynasties. The Tianmen Pass in Daxia was broken by Fan Lingyue, and the 300,000 army commanders of Beimeng rushed in, and also blocked the three Daxia Wuhou from the pass. .

This is the worst news. Since the war between the two dynasties, the loss of troops in Daxia has reached a terrifying figure, while the army of Northern Mongolia is almost intact.

The 200,000 of Beizhangyuan and Yanguicheng, the 350,000 of Zuo Qiusheng's funeral, and the 300,000 that were no longer a threat in the hands of the three Marquis, the nearly 850,000 soldiers in Daxia could not stop them. Live in northern Mongolia with 300,000 soldiers and horses.

Among them, the biggest difference is that Beimeng has a Fan Lingyue, but Daxia does not.

This is a woman who can create an era by herself, and is already invincible.

Ning Chen didn't want Fan Lingyue to know that he was still alive this time, but he just didn't want to confront her head-on. He was also full of fear for such a woman.

Since he came to this world, he has suffered several big losses, and even been seriously injured and died several times, and there is basically a shadow of Fan Lingyue behind him.

She wanted to kill him, and he wanted to kill her, so simple, so easy to ignore everything.

Love is an available pawn.

According to the machete in Mingcheng's hand, he can basically conclude that the group of people who assassinated the eldest grandson came from the love family, so it can also be concluded that this love family is also a secret chess hidden by Fan Lingyue.

He wanted to go in and see what kind of place this love house was.

The love family is located in the capital of Northern Mongolia. In this land of imperial power, where there are many aristocratic families like dogs, and the powerful and powerful are everywhere, it is not very conspicuous.

However, the Qing family is different from other aristocratic families and dignitaries. The Qing family is not a single-surname family in the true sense.

There are very few direct descendants of the Qing family, and foreign intermarriage is not allowed, resulting in fewer and fewer descendants of this lineage. In the case of a last resort, the Qing family sets rules and can give surnames to those who will make great contributions to the Qing family. For love.

Regarding the traditions and rules of the love family, Ning Chen just wanted to say one word, bah!

If your close relatives get married, your brain will not kill you.

However, this also gave him a lot of convenience. For the continuation of the blood, the love family basically does not refuse to come to the real strong, and in the future, as long as they contribute enough, they can be given a surname.

He had no interest in the surname at all, and he went in to stab him. The love family is very big, very big, and surprisingly big. Ning Chen entered the love family with a high profile and arrogance. Twenty-year-old martial arts seventh-rank, author

Rarely. "Young master is here to be a guest, call someone who can talk." Ning Chen held a broken iron sword in his hand, slammed it into the ground with a slam, and said wildly to the people who fell in front of him.