On the wedding night, the substitute princess cured the war king's poison

King Fengyue was already impatiently pacing outside the tent and looking around.

"Why haven't those killers come back yet?"

"It may take a while, after all, those people from Yan Kingdom are quite powerful." the second in command guessed.

"No matter how powerful they are, it won't take so long. The killers we sent out are all highly skilled in martial arts. There are more than 300 people. Even if one of ten people kills them, they should have been killed long ago."

"The killers didn't kill people and ran away with the money, right?"

King Fengyue frowned, worried about giving the order.

"Come here, send a small team to check the situation and report back quickly!"

"Yes!"

The small team that gathered information set off on horseback.

A jade-footed Haidongqing that was letting the wind out in the wind on King Fengyue's tent suddenly screamed and flew up, its chirping sound filling the air.

"Are the killers back?"

King Fengyue was overjoyed: "Quick, prepare wine and have a banquet!"

Within a moment, the team came back on horseback.

Ten people went out and only three came back.

"Report! Your Majesty, it's not good! People from the Yan Kingdom are coming to kill you. That Young Master Luo is not dead. Heita was captured alive. Lead the way!"

"How can it be?!"

The tough bandit leader looked shocked.

"It is indeed the caravan of Mr. Luo of the Yan Kingdom. His guards are uniformly dressed in blue uniforms, and the flag they are holding is the word 'Luo'.

King Fengyue had no choice but to believe it and immediately asked: "How many people are here?"

"There are still more than a hundred people."

"We sent so many killers to ambush them, but they were not injured at all?"

"Yes, before we had time to fight them, seven of them were killed by darts. These people from the Yan Kingdom are not ordinary businessmen."

"Come here, prepare for battle immediately. The archers are ready to meet the enemy."

"Yes!"

More than 700 of Fengyue King's subordinates immediately stood up with weapons in hand.

King Fengyue was sitting on a tall horse and commanding the battle, with two axes weighing dozens of kilograms in his hands that were extremely sharp.

His appearance is very unique.

A one-eyed dragon, a big man with a curly beard, not only has his ears pierced, but he also has one in his nostrils.

The red clothes are fierce and majestic.

Suddenly, he noticed that something was missing, which affected his kingly aura, and he screamed to summon Hai Dongqing.

But there was no response for a while.

His Yuzu Haidongqing, which he had endured for several years, also broke?

I was horrified, but I forced myself to stay calm.

"Brothers, we will kill all the merchants of the Yan Kingdom in a while. Then we will reward them according to their merits, including drinking wine and eating meat!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the bandits responded loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind and sand suddenly blew from the front.

In an instant, the hundreds of archers who were arrayed in front had huge grains of sand flying into their eyes. They all fell off their horses and rubbed their eyes. Many of them even had their eyes pierced by the grains of sand and howled in agony.

"Who is the Fengyue King?!"

A sharp shout came through the wind, with an astonishing momentum.

The listener suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

It's as if King Yama is coming to claim your life.

The broadsword team behind the crossbowmen opened their eyes and saw that a well-trained Yanguo guard team had suddenly appeared in front of them, half a mile away, shadowy, like divine soldiers descended from heaven.

The bandits subconsciously retreated.

"I am Fengyue King." The bandit leader came out in front carrying a pair of axes.

At this time, if he, the boss, doesn't rush to the front, he will lose his majesty in the future.

A camel carrying a man galloped towards him.

"So you are the Fengyue King." Ning Luo clicked his tongue twice, "You are so ugly that you have lived up to your reputation!"

"Are you—— Mr. Lu?"

King Feng Yue looked at the handsome young man who was only ten steps away and couldn't move his eyes away.

I have never seen such a handsome and beautiful young man.

However, beauty is beautiful and majestic.

King Fengyue couldn't help but rein in his horse and take a few steps back.

Because, his Haidongqing is currently resting on Mr. Luo's shoulder.

This man also held a wolf king in his arms.

"It is this young master, King Fengyue, how do you want to die today?"

Ning Luo asked in a cold voice. He pulled out his left hand and pulled out the person behind him, Heita.

Heita had two darts stuck in his eyes and one in his chest. Blood had already condensed in the wounds and he was dying.

The sun was scorching, and King Fengyue was so frightened that beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He had been the second bandit tyrant of the Western Region Business Road for more than 40 years, and for the first time he realized that he was not far from death!