The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Su Yang's face flushed from drinking. After hearing Blood Moon King's words in a daze, he waved his hand and said:

"No, no, no, I won't beat him. Wenzhu and I are good brothers. Good brothers... don't fight..."

"Hahaha, good, good, what a good kid."

The Blood Moon King laughed loudly, turned around and rebuked Wen Zhu:

"You damned boy, didn't you see that your husband is drunk? Why don't you help him down to rest? You have no sense at all, you deserve a beating!"

……

Su Yang was drunk, and when Qi Qi went to fight, he couldn't be woken up. Wen Zhu had no choice but to go by herself.

The battlefield was bloody and corpses were everywhere. Wenzhu took up his sword and mounted his horse, charging into the battle line with extreme bravery.

On the other side of the Shura tribe, Su Xiang rode on horseback and looked around, looking for Wenzhu.

After careful identification by the soldiers nearby, the target was finally locked.

"Haha... I finally found you!" Su Xiang urged his horse and rushed towards Wenzhu.

Wen Zhu was harvesting heads frantically. He was startled when he heard Su Xiang's excited voice and the sound of horses rushing towards him.

"Fuck! No, hey hey hey, you are really drunk, why are you hitting me?"

Wenzhu complained while avoiding Su Xiang.

"What the hell? How dare you kill my warriors? If I don't beat you, do I have to kiss you?"

Su Xiang naturally felt puzzled, but he did not relax his pursuit at all and was determined to kill Wenzhu.

Wenzhu narrowed his eyes. Something is wrong!

The guy in front of him was trying to kill him with every move, and it was impossible for him to be Su Yang.

Su Xiang attacked ruthlessly and decisively, aiming at Wenzhu's vital points with each attack.

But Wenzhu is no pushover either. The sharp blade in his hand is like a magical weapon, and he deals with Su Xiang with ease.

"Shu~"

Wen Zhu suddenly seized the opportunity, turned his wrist, and the sharp blade flashed with cold light, cutting through the space and cutting Su Xiang's throat.

Su Xiang dodged in time and barely avoided a fatal injury.

But a scratch was still left on the throat, and scarlet blood slowly flowed out, staining the clothes red.

Su Xiang touched his neck, felt the warmth and moisture, and shouted excitedly:

"Oh my god! This is so exciting! Let's do it again!"

The two men were equally matched in fighting strength and the fight was fierce. As time went by, they both started vomiting blood.

Su Xiang stabbed Wenzhu's shoulder with a knife, and the blood instantly dyed his clothes red.

Wenzhu also cut a deep wound on Su Xiang's chest that was deep enough to see the bone.

"Whoosh-!"

At this moment, an arrow flew over and headed straight for Wenzhu's heart.

Wenzhu was quick-witted and quick-handed. He stretched out his right hand and broke the arrow.

"Brother! I'm here. It's all my fault that you got hurt..."

Luo Jingyu put away the arrow and ran to Su Xiang. Seeing the wounds all over his body, his heart was broken.

"It's okay. In war, everyone gets hurt. A real man should stand tall and upright. A little blood doesn't matter.

Oh, by the way, don’t kill this guy, I really like playing with him.”

Su Xiang pointed at Wenzhu with a frivolous tone.

"Okay, don't worry, big brother."

Wen Zhu looked at the scene in front of him with a frown. He recognized Luo Jingyu.

He just didn't understand why the famous Three Demon Lords would call a little kid "big brother"?

It seems that this young man's identity is extraordinary!

Wenzhu thought about this, and a very bold idea came to his mind. Maybe he could use it...

In the following confrontation, Wenzhu deliberately showed weakness, luring Su to take the bait and step by step into the trap.

If it is too light, it will be too fake; if it is too heavy, it will be fatal. We must be extremely careful in striking the right balance.

In the end, he was knocked unconscious by Su Xiang's palm and was successfully captured alive.

-

Su Yang slowly woke up from a hangover, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and placed the rattle that he lent to Wenzhu next to his pillow.

"Eh? Wenzhu went to fight? But why didn't he bring his rattle?"

Before Su Yang could figure it out, he heard a noise coming from outside.

He went out to inquire and found out that Wenzhu had been captured alive and was now being held in the prison of Shura City.

Inside the prison, Wenzhu, with a faint breath, was thrown to the ground, almost blending into the blood.

“Wow~~”

A large basin of ice water was poured on the unconscious Wenzhu, causing him to shiver all over.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, and what he saw was Su Xiang's smiling face.

"Aha! I thought you were dead."

Wen Zhu struggled to sit up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said calmly:

"Ahem... Is it convenient to talk here? I have something to ask you."

Su Xiang sat down on the stool, crossed his legs leisurely, looked at Wen Zhu and said with a smile:

"Of course, these people are loyal, so feel free to ask anything you want."

"Do you have any brothers?"

"No." Su Xiang shook his head without hesitation, stared at him strangely, and asked: "Why are you asking these questions?"

Wen Zhu's eyes were as deep as the sea when he heard this, and he continued, "I'm not kidding, is your last name Su?"

Su Xiang raised his eyebrows and looked at Wen Zhu suspiciously, secretly alert in his heart: "Want to investigate me?"

"You think too much. I am not interested in your affairs at all." Wen Zhu said calmly:

"I have a good friend who shares my bed with me. His last name is Su, and you look exactly like him."

Su Xiang's heart skipped a beat: "What's his name?"

"Tell me your name first, and then I'll consider telling you his name." Wen Zhu said lightly.

"Heh... you're still trying to bargain with me. Fine, I'll tell you. My name is Su Xiang. Can you tell me now?"

Wenzhu thought for a moment and said solemnly:

"Su Yang... My good friend is called Su Yang. We have been to the battlefield together. Unfortunately, he didn't come with me this time..."

"Clap!"

The teacup in Su Xiang's hand fell onto the table. His face was filled with disbelief, and he said blankly:

"You...what did you say...you just said he went to the battlefield with you? How is that possible?!"

"Yes, every word I said is true." Wen Zhu nodded affirmatively.

Su Xiang's face was gloomy, his head was a mess, and his whole body was in a mess.

"Tell me, where is he now? Is he injured?"

Su Xiang stood up suddenly, grabbed Wen Zhu by the collar and asked anxiously.

Wen Zhu was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, and said with difficulty: "Ahem... Let me go first, I'll talk slowly..."

Su Xiang let go of him, took two steps back and said anxiously: "Tell me how he is?!"

Unexpectedly, Wenzhu suddenly went dark and fainted on the ground.

“Alpaca! He got stuck at the critical moment… Someone, call a military doctor quickly, we must save him!”

Su Xiang cursed angrily and quickly called a military doctor to treat Wen Zhu. He was so upset that he felt a sharp pain in his head as if it had exploded.

Then he ran to find Xu Junyue and explained the situation to her.