A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

After hearing this, Xiao Sizhe showed a look of fear on his face, his eyes opened wide, his mouth slightly opened, and his body trembled involuntarily: "Yes, so much silver will crush me to death..."

His voice was trembling, as if he was really frightened by the words of the national teacher. He tilted his head, frowned, and fell into consideration, looking quite serious.

When the Imperial Master saw him like this, he was secretly pleased, thinking that this kid had finally come to his senses and would ask for less money. His tense face relaxed a little, and a hint of expectation appeared in his eyes. He thought: This kid finally knows how to be afraid, I don't think he will dare to ask for such a high price again.

However, what the Imperial Master never expected was that Xiao Sizhe suddenly jumped up, and the fear on his face disappeared without a trace in an instant, replaced by a smug look.

He just put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "Then just take the banknotes..." The voice was crisp and loud, with a bit of cunning and joy after success.

The Imperial Master was caught off guard by his sudden change, and his face, which had just relaxed, turned livid again. He widened his eyes, looking at Xiao Sizhe in disbelief, and opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything for a while. The anger in his heart was ignited again, burning fiercely, and he wanted to rush up and slap this ignorant brat in the face.

"You little brat, you are so greedy!" the national teacher roared, his voice trembling with anger.

Little Sizhe was not frightened by the Imperial Master's anger at all. Instead, he raised his head and said with a smile: "My Lord Imperial Master, you promised to let me sleep well. I can't sleep without silver or banknotes." He blinked, and his look made people feel both infuriating and helpless.

The Imperial Master was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointing his finger at Xiao Sizhe, but he could do nothing. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, thinking: For the sake of the greater good, I will hold back my anger for now. So, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll give you the banknote, but you must go to bed right away.

When Xiao Sizhe heard this, his face lit up with joy, and he clapped his hands and said, "Great, great, the Imperial Master is so straightforward!

Night fell over the camp, and the cold moonlight sprinkled on the ground, covering everything with a strange silver veil. Xiao Sizhe happily took the banknote, put it in his arms like a treasure, and yawned, muttering, "Go to sleep, go to sleep quickly."

Then he skipped towards Sikong Yan's tent. He was just an innocent child.

On the other hand, the Imperial Master was filled with pain. How could he not be angry that such a little lunatic had taken away 10,000 taels of silver for no reason? But what else could he do?

In his heart, he cursed the dog emperor fiercely. Why did he send him to the Northland for no reason? Now, he felt as uncomfortable as if a layer of skin had been peeled off.

The daughter Haogu said distressedly, "Father, when we return to the capital, I will find a way to get the money back for you! Killing the son of that dog emperor is the most important thing now."

The Imperial Master listened and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes!" He was so angry at the little lunatic that he trembled all over, and he was still shaking before going to bed. He really couldn't understand why he, who had always been smart, was led by a lunatic.

Oh no! Let's ignore this matter for now and get rid of Sikong Yan first. Thinking of this, he took out a colorful scorpion from his body. This scorpion flashed a strange light under the moonlight. It was obvious that it was extremely poisonous. As long as it bit you, you would die immediately!

At this moment, Xiao Sizhe's shrill cry suddenly came from the silent night: "Ah! Brother Yan——" The voice cut through the night sky and echoed in the camp, as if carrying endless fear and despair.

Xiao Sizha was standing in the desk room of Sikong Yan's tent with a face full of fear, his eyes wide open, his body trembling constantly, and he kept muttering, "Blood, so much snow, ah!..." Inside the tent, the lights flickered like ghosts, as if hiding some unknown horror.

In that quiet and tense night, the Imperial Master and Good Aunt turned their heads nervously to look at the window of Sikong Yan's tent. They saw Xiao Lan standing there like a ghost, holding a bloody dagger in her hand. The blood on the dagger was still dripping down, flashing a frightening light under the moonlight. Sikong Yan was lying on the table, motionless, his back was stained with blood, which was shocking.

At this moment, there were chaotic footsteps - Shui Qinglian, Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang hurried over, and they all asked in astonishment, "What happened?"

Xiao Lan'er held the dagger, tears pouring out like a flood. She cried and shouted hysterically: "Brother Yan, I don't want to, I don't want to, but I can't help it! I'll be downstairs to accompany you!" As she said that, she was about to stab the dagger into her heart. She looked so determined as if she had lost all hope of living.

In a flash, Xiao Sanlang's eyes flashed, and he flicked his fingers quickly. A powerful force shot out instantly, accurately knocking the dagger in Xiao Lan's hand away. The dagger drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground with a clang.

Meanwhile, the good girl standing far away outside was filled with ecstasy. Her usually cold face suddenly showed a smile she had never seen before, and that smile carried a hint of smugness and madness after success. She lowered her voice and said to the national teacher: "Dad, we succeeded! We succeeded!" The national teacher quickly put his finger to his lips, made a "hush" gesture, and whispered: "Hush! Didn't you see that traitor Shui Qinglian next to you? His medical skills cannot be underestimated. I don't think Sikong Yan will die! No, wait until late at night, and then I will let this seven-colored scorpion bite him! This way it will be foolproof!" The national teacher's eyes flashed with a sinister light, and he was determined that Sikong Yan would die.

After hearing what the national teacher said, Haogu frowned slightly and thought to herself: "Yes, Shui Qinglian is indeed capable and we can't take him lightly. But with my father's seven-colored scorpion, Sikong Yan will definitely not escape this disaster." She bit her lip, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and suddenly she was thinking about something?

In the chaos and tension, Xiao Sizhe first screamed and froze, as if the whole world had stopped moving at that moment.

After a while, she rushed over as if waking up from a dream, and hugged Sikong Yan desperately, as if she could not accept the fact that her "Brother Yan" had fallen asleep forever. She shouted frantically: "Brother Yan, you are not allowed to sleep, don't you want to sleep with me? Get up quickly, I will sleep with you in bed!"

His voice was mournful and desperate, echoing in the silent night, making people feel pity for him.