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Chapter 396 The Bride Who Was Repented 43
Except for the hundreds of high-level people in the base camp, the rest of the Zhurong tribe lived scattered on the snowfield, and each of them had an area belonging to their own branch.

On weekdays, the Zhurong people are bound by their respective leaders, and no one will easily offend other people's territory, otherwise they will be unanimously condemned.

And in this land, Sandro is the most divine one and a well-deserved leader.

Of course, that was before the women came here.

"Leader Sandro, Lord Sudiya, please go over."

The words of the little fly interrupted Sang Zhuo's thoughts. He stood up with a sullen face, and his brows squeezed into Chuan, "Got it."

It's that woman again, what is she trying to make a fuss about this time?
Sandro yanks the door open impatiently.

No way, he still wants to go, who made her the patriarch's heart?He couldn't understand this woman very much, and even regretted sending her up. As early as ten years ago, when she was a child, he thought she was a disaster, as expected!

The moment he saw Sudiya, Sandra felt a little strange in his heart: She seems... a little different today?
Shi Wei sat at the top, unconsciously pinching the short animal skin skirt with one hand. She stared at Sang Zhuo stiffly, but it gave off a feeling of bluff.

The act of pinching the corners of her skirt did not relieve her tension.

What really calmed her down was a sentence that suddenly came from her heart: "Think about your master."

A woman dressed in white from the Central Plains sat beside her, her eyes were as cool as water.

A flash of lightning suddenly exploded in Shiwei's mind, yes, she had to fool the Zhurong man in front of her, and then sneak in with the patriarch to see her master!

as well as……

Shi Wei forced herself not to think about it anymore, she pretended to be Su Diya's arrogance, and threw the Great Cold Pill she had prepared in advance to Sang Zhuo.

hidden weapon?No, it's not.

Sang Zhuo caught the Great Cold Pill and looked at it for two seconds, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't wait to put it under his nose, it really smelled like that!

He took one, which he only came into contact with when he participated in the celebration last year.

That is the key to the patriarch's ability to convince the crowd.

A pill can allow them to safely bathe in the holy fire for three days.

Three days!
He used to be extremely envious of those clansmen who lived in Zhurong City, those people could not only enjoy the worship once every seven days, but also had the opportunity to share the divine elixir refined by Zhuo Ru.

"Master Sudia, why did you give me this?"

Sandro thought the elixir was given to her by the patriarch.

Shi Wei said contemptuously: "Idiot, don't you see there is someone here?"

She pointed to Lan Shuying on the stone bench beside her: "This is Zhuo Ru's apprentice, she will join us in the future. She brought us the news of Mang Tower, and there are [-] divine pills, dedicated to our family to show Sincerity! I order you to pass this news back immediately, and then, I will take her back to see the patriarch."

"Two, two hundred?!"

Sandro gapes, his heart pounding and pounding.

Of course, the number is more than two hundred. This is actually a small design made by Lan Shuying. With Su Diya's greed, if she has three hundred Great Cold Pills in her hand, she will definitely not be able to honestly hand them all over to the Zhu Rong clan. , but must swallow part of it privately!

Sure enough, when Sang Zhuo woke up from the initial shock, he looked at Shi Wei with some doubts in his eyes.

He asked to see those pills, and Shi Wei agreed.

The one given by Lan Shuying earlier has been taken back, and the one she gave to Sang Zhuo just now is put in, and now the number in the bottle is exactly twenty.

There are 180 pieces in other packages, which add up to exactly [-] pieces.

Sandra carefully checked and identified these Great Cold Pills, and then offered to personally escort them back.

At this point, Shi Wei was already half relieved.

Because everything was developing steadily as in the plan she had heard.

……

After Sandra goes back, he will report the news as soon as possible.

He is well-known for his meticulousness, and the events and plans for the next step are all clearly recorded in the letter.

When he wrote the number two hundred, he paused for a moment and glanced at Sudiya's room.

After sealing it, Sandro arranged for the Scuds in the branch to deliver the letter.

Then he knocked on the door and asked, "Master Sudiya, when are we going to leave?"

Under the threat of Lan Shuying, Shi Wei was very obedient, and he raised his voice and replied: "Of course I have to wait for him to send someone to pick me up! We will meet on the road!"

Sang Zhuo rubbed the pulp of his thumb on the wooden door a few times, and said with a smile, "Yes, my lord."

Half of this smile is hidden in the darkness, which is particularly gloomy.

After about two months on this snowy field, one day, Shi Wei was exploring how to use the Zhurong clan's divine fire in her super luxurious room, when someone knocked on the door.

"Who?" she asked warily.

"It's me... Lord Sudia."

The visitor paused when he called her name, as if a smile could be heard in his tone.

Shi Wei subconsciously showed disgust, she had already recognized the voice.The other party rarely appears, but every time she appears, it can make her very unhappy!

If it wasn't for saving Master... yes, for Master, she would endure it for a while longer.

There was resentment and murderous intent in her weakened eyes, as long as the master was successfully rescued, she could use this body to order the Zhurong tribe to surround and kill the woman outside.

Then, she was free.

She smiled like a flower: "Come in."

It was Lan Shuying who pushed the door in.

Looking at each other, Lan Shuying said lightly: "It's almost time, I think it's time to go."

Shiwei's tone was a bit harsh: "I listen to you, I listen to you, anyway, I can't talk."

"Then keep your mouth shut."

She bluntly said something, and his face turned red.

Lan Shuying went out to find Sang Zhuo, saying that Master Su Diya decided to set off today.

Sandro doesn't look surprised.

Send people from here to report the news, deducting the time that may encounter a blizzard on the way, you can reach Zhurong City in more than a month, and if the patriarch sends someone to pick up Su Diya, they are starting now, just in time with the patriarch's people. Meet at the supply point.

He pulled out the bullock cart from the back, and he had all the supplies. As long as they took the pills and got in, they could set off immediately.

Yes, it is indeed a bullock cart.

These snowy yaks are strong and fit, and together with Su Diya's special luxury car, the style of painting is very harmonious.

"I think this walk is more stable, Lord Sudia should be very satisfied."

Sang Zhuo smiled very humbly, as if it was an honor to escort Su Diya - in the face of those big cold pills, this is indeed a great achievement.

Lan Shuying nodded, and also briefly replied in Zhurong language: "It's very good."

Sandro was slightly taken aback, and praised her for her talent in language.

After dawdling for a while, Shiwei came out, climbed into the carriage with the support of two women from the Zhurong tribe, and then patted himself to signal Lan Shuying to go in.

"I'm right here, serving as your coachman and guard." Sandra sat naturally outside the carriage.

He also brought a male with him to change shifts.

In addition, there are Xiwei and Lan Shuying in the carriage.

There are only four people in a group, which can save materials to the greatest extent.In the eyes of the Zhurong people with strong personal abilities, acting in groups would appear stupid.

"Long-winded." Shi Wei yelled impatiently, "Let's go when you're ready!"

Sandra's hand holding the whip tightened, and a cold light flashed across his gray temples, and he said kindly, "No problem, let's go."

The difficulty of playing the role of Su Diya is gradually decreasing for Xiaowei.

At the beginning, there were a few times when people almost noticed the signs, but with the help of Lan Shuying, those were all rounded up.But as she got closer to the Zhurong Clan's stronghold, her performance became more difficult.

After all, Su Diya is the patriarch's woman, and the most favored mistress.

She is arrogant and domineering, charming and coquettish, she can seduce the soul of the patriarch.

As for the decline, even Ye Xinghe, who is not very experienced in the world, can't handle it. How can she compare with a woman like Su Diya?
Don't mention this, let's just talk about meeting the patriarch at that time, if the other party wants to get close to her, how should I get by then?
When Lan Shuying threw these questions to Shi Wei, she blushed and felt restless, but she couldn't give an accurate answer.

Halfway to the agreed midpoint supply station, the car stopped suddenly.

Sandro's explanation is that it is going to snow, it is best to find a place nearby to avoid, and then go on the road.

The moment they got off the bus, both parties were mentally prepared.

The time to negotiate has come.

……

In Lan Shuying's understanding, negotiating is either by eloquence or persuasion by force.

Sandro thinks that he has a right-hand man, and he is facing two "weak" women, so of course force is more appropriate.

So he did not hesitate to start.

Before he made a move, Lan Shuying had at least three kinds of drugs that could numb him, and after he made a move, there were more than three kinds of poisons that could kill him.

But she didn't fight back.

Falling down with the force of Sandra's followers on her neck, she lay on her side on the ground, listening to the conversation between Sandra and Shiwei.

As imagined, Sang Zhuo doubted Su Diya's character, and he believed that there was a hidden Great Cold Pill here.

At the beginning of the decline, she firmly denied it, until Sang Zhuo tied her up, found a leather bag from the interlayer of her animal skin skirt, opened it, and found a hundred pills with a smooth surface inside!
"Master Sudiya, the patriarch shouldn't have taught you to lie, right?"

Sandro smiled triumphantly as he rewrapped the leather packets, careful not to miss a single one.

Shi Wei stared at him resentfully, and said unwillingly, "I can share these magic pills equally with you. There are a hundred of them here, and each of us will get fifty!"

Sandra laughed mockingly: "But I still have another choice, I want all of these, and you...hehe," he looked around, the cave was baked warm and dry, "Do you like it here?"

Shiwei's face changed drastically.

His meaning is very clear, that is, to snatch away all the Great Cold Pills, and kill Su Diya, no, her body here.

—and that was also in the woman's assumptions.

Faced with death threats for the third time, Shi Wei was a little scared.

She almost forgot her words, and hesitated for a moment before she read out dryly: "I can help you become the new patriarch... I, I have been tired of that old man for a long time, he is overbearing, authoritarian, and no fun, I have been looking forward to it ...can be changed to a more interesting partner, such as...you."

When Shi Wei said such words, his face was hot.

There was no real emotion in Sandra's eyes, and he sighed: "But I'm old too, little Sudia..."

Seeing that the negotiation broke down, the courage to rush out from nowhere, or the instinct to survive for a moment, made her grab Sang Zhuo's hand and press it tightly to her heart!
"Not old……"

"You really can't see what I mean, Sang Zhuo... You ordered me to be sent away at the beginning, and I was with him purely for revenge..."

These are the lines in the emergency plan, which the two women discussed in advance, and now the phrases popped out of her mouth smoothly.

While she was talking at length, her fingers were still gently circling.

Women occasionally show a little cute little temper, which is even more touching.

"I'm past the age of listening to women's lies, little Sudiya." Sandra pulled out his hand and pulled her by the back of her neck to pull her away from his arms. He looked deeply at the woman's olive pupils.

After a while, when he was almost desperate, he smiled and said: "But I am willing to trust you once, the premise is... eat this!"

There was no way he could trust her.

"Eat, it's okay." Lan Shuying said via voice transmission before Shiwei showed hesitation.

So, in Sandro's eyes, the beauty on the opposite side took the poison and poured it into her mouth without hesitation, and swallowed it directly, her eyes full of determination.

Her eyes stared at him without blinking, watery and disturbing.

That will almost make every normal man misunderstand, thinking that he is her whole world.

But in reality, Lan Shuying was sure that it was just because she was afraid of death.

Sandra's eyes finally softened when she saw the decline - in his opinion, she is now a controllable beauty snake, and he will take her back to bite her past master.

……

On the road again.

The weakened voice transmission was a little annoyed: "Are you just watching me being humiliated by him like that? You obviously have a lot of ways to bring him down, and he poisoned me! Aren't you very good at using poison? We can obviously control him in reverse... ..."

"You have been influenced by Su Diya," Lan Shuying interrupted her lightly, "put away your temper, as I said, be good."

Shiwei was silent for two seconds, then said angrily, "I don't agree."

"Sang Zhuo is not a person who will compromise for personal life and death. Yes, he desires power and strength, but there is a premise: he is an upright and upright member of the Zhurong tribe..." Lan Shuying explained peacefully.

A man like Sandra would not betray his clan.

He wants to be in power, but he values ​​racial honor more than anything else.

If she poisoned to get Sandra to help save the Medicine Emperor, this old fox would definitely fight them desperately, or look for opportunities to expose them.

And their situation is too dangerous to tolerate the possibility of the plan being disrupted a little bit.

"Then, what's next?"

Guessing that she would ask this question, Lan Shuying's answer was decisive: "Must the water."

(End of this chapter)