"Listen well, grandpa can change his name or sit without changing his surname, so is Datamu!"
"Datamu? Niu Yaozu, you kid remembered it for you. If you can't take this guy's head off and give it to the general as a chamber pot, you can clean the latrine for me for a month."
"The last general leads the command and will not let the general down."
"Presumptuous!" Datamu said angrily: "Just because of your rubbish group, you dare to speak wild words. Believe it or not, Grandpa will make you a dilemma?"
"Is it a waste? You guys will know later."
Suddenly a person stood up on the city’s head. He didn’t look like a person from the Central Plains, and he didn’t know which country’s envoy he was.
When the man stood there, he immediately felt like a mountain. To say that he was too fat, and his stomach was not as big as Wu Heng's. But there is a sense of indescribable oppression everywhere in him, how can I say? It's like a mountain suddenly stands in front of you, but it doesn't make you stand up but scares you.
"Wu Hou, I've heard of your ability, I hope that your rumors are not blown out by your mouth, otherwise it will disappoint this king too much."
"Your Excellency?"
"The King of Black Mountain Huntuo is also."
Hearing Hun Tuo's self-introduction, Wu Zheng didn't react much, but the big guys in Chaozhong cast their surprised eyes at Hun Tuo one by one. These people, including Wu Heng, thought that this Hunto was just an ordinary envoy sent by Tatar, but they did not expect that this person was actually the Montenegrin King of Tatar.
Now that I think about it, it's no wonder that this person can have such a momentum. If it is really a Tatar ordinary envoy with such a momentum, isn't it really as invincible as the legend
Now this Black Mountain King actually admitted his identity in front of everyone, but he dare to be either extremely arrogant or confident.
This is the same as the two wise kings on the left and right of Tuyuhun will not go to other countries. Even if they want to go there, they will bring their own army, because once they have reached their position, they will become hostages of the enemy country. It is not a small disaster for my country.
The reaction of the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Hun Tuo was all in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth could tell that the reaction of his people was very satisfied, and the only dissatisfied was Wu Zheng, who was under the city.
Although Wu Zheng was also a little surprised, but only for a moment, he said that he was surprised that it was more like a mistake. Then he looked at him again and it was a bit worthy of intriguing, as if a greedy wolf saw its prey.
This made Hun Tuo become curious about Wu Zheng. This guy looks like Zhou, but he is not a Zhou in his bones. Yes, this guy is not a Zhou at all. It is obvious to the Zhou people around him when he is placed in a pile of people. Out of place.
Interesting, really interesting...
"Couldn't Wu Hou also want this king's head?" Hunkuo pointed to his head and sneered.
Wu Zheng nodded: "I am not the only one who wants your head, and I don't know if I have a chance, so please do me a favor. Before I do anything, you must stand out!"
Hunkuo laughed, and said with great pride: "Don't worry, this king's head will always be on this king's neck, I'm afraid that Wuhou, you don't have that ability."
After talking about Huuntuo, he looked at Datamu and said, "Datamu, did you hear what Wu Hou said just now?"
Damu immediately knelt down and said: "The end will hear you, please don't worry, my king, this kid doesn't have this chance, because at the end of today, he will cut off his head and give it to my king."
Huntuo nodded: "Be careful not to break it. It's the head of Wu Hou he was a little interested in several times throughout Da Zhou."
At this moment, Ma Xi ran out of Yingtian Gate and came to Wu Zheng and said, "Wu Hou is about to arrive at noon. If you go to the betting, you may be too late. How about the old slave doing it for you?"
"Then there will be Father Rauma."
"Why don't you know how much Wu Hou is betting?"
Wu Zheng touched his pocket, only to realize that he had no money at all when he went out today. Only the one million taels of IOUs from Deng Zixing had been carried on him all the time.
So he figured out the IOU and said, "There is no cash for the general, and there are one million taels of IOUs. If I bother Mr. Ma for a favor, I will give my brother one a thousand taels of silver and sell us to win."
"Wu Hou is polite, the old slave will do it now."
After sending away Ma Xi, Wu Zheng went back to the original formation and took a look... (End of this chapter)