Born short-lived

Jiang Huailan asked: "Do you need me to call him over?"

"No need," Zhou Zirong laughed, and praised the back of a certain spiritual inspector who "has no respect for elders", "This is very good, why bother?"

However, at this moment, Zhou Zirong suddenly heard an extremely shrill scream from behind Zhou Zirong, followed by the crisp sound of the chain breaking.

There were a few exclamations, and before the Jiang family member who was taking notes had time to react, a small piece of the chain that Beng flew out was smashed to the ground.

Zhou Zirong went out without a flame-breaking knife, so he grabbed Jiang Huailan's shoulders and rushed aside in a hurry. The spirit ghost slammed into the air, opened his bloody mouth and let out a big neighing, a bloody smell rushed towards his face .

And this beast seemed to know who was the immediate boss here, so he chased Zhou Zirong almost by intuition and pounced on him with hands and feet.At such a critical moment, Zhou Zirong couldn't care less about pity and pity, and pushed Jiang Huailan away from his arms with a palm, and then retreated several meters to the side with his feet.

The spirit ghost has amazing bones. When running, its joints will rotate wildly at an incredible angle. It's a bit like a big spider with epilepsy, and its four legs are even more fangs and claws than others' eight legs.

"Little prince?!" Jiang Huaikong, who hurried over from the side, was smashed by his sister, and he didn't care about the numbness in his chest. Is Zhou Zirong still alive?

Zhou Zirong didn't care about him, and the spirit ghost ran around in the stone room like a headless chicken, smashing the Jiang clan's exorbitantly expensive equipment to the ground.

If someone inadvertently knocked over the shelf that was tied to other spirit ghosts, it would be too much. There are a group of helpless chickens in the room, and just one of them can handle it enough.

Jiang Huailan fell into a daze, put one hand on Jiang Huaikong's shoulder, and rested his hand on his forehead for a while, then suddenly remembered something, and patted the back of Jiang Huaikong's neck: "What are you doing in a daze? Go get it. that."

Jiang Huaikong had never seen such an unrestrained spirit ghost at such a close distance, his head was almost burned by himself, and he didn't realize it all at once: "Which one?"

Seeing that his elder sister's snow-capped face was about to avalanche, Jiang Huaikong finally thought of it, his eyes widened, and he rushed to the second cabinet next to him in a panic without even thinking about saying a word.

As soon as the drawer was opened, there was a crossbow used in the experiment before, and a small bottle next to the crossbow.Jiang Huai frantically bit off the cork with his teeth, kept looking back at Zhou Zirong's condition, and poured the reddish paste in the bottle onto the arrowhead with trembling hands like sifting chaff.

He shook the sticky medicine out of the drawer, and recklessly wiped the thick paste twice with his fingers on the arrowhead, and then rushed back with the crossbow in his arms: "Little... little prince!"

As soon as Jiang Huailan turned her head, she saw that the guy was nervously turning pale, the crossbow in his hand couldn't aim for a long time, and the arrowhead that was stained with the medicine slurry trembled back and forth. If you shake again, it will be gone.

And what if this kid shakes his hand and doesn't hit the spirit ghost, but kills Hua Xu's last lineage, the king with a different surname... How about it?

Jiang Huailan's right foot was sprained, and enduring the pain, she tried her best to focus on her left foot, and limped forward, grabbing the crossbow without saying anything.

Jiang Huaikong was stunned, his hands were still frozen in the air, and he swallowed nervously: "...Sister?"

Jiang Huailan ignored him, holding the arm of the crossbow with one hand and clasping it on the crossbow machine with the other, and smoothly turned around following the movement of the spirit ghost, and then pressed it surely, and the arrow popped out in the blink of an eye, hitting the ghost spirit's right arm.

The spirit ghost let out a scream, and the whole right arm froze immediately, unable to move at all, as if it was a statue, maintaining the previous movement.

Zhou Zirong's heart trembled, he picked up a broken iron frame next to him, slid from the side to the right rear of the spirit ghost, and before it turned around, he took the broken tip of the iron pole and followed the spirit ghost's body. The side neck pierced hard, only to hear the crisp sound of "cracking", as if a ragged quilt was torn apart forcibly, and the black iron rod pierced the spirit ghost's neck.

The last whimper of the spirit ghost was snuffed out in the neck, and his figure swayed, and he slapped his face on the ground with a straight bang. Because of the angle of the iron rod, his neck couldn't touch the ground flatly, and because of his bulky body Pulling down violently, the iron rod flicked—the neck was broken with a "click", and I swallowed completely.

Zhou Zirong gave way to the side, and a few unfamiliar members of the Jiang clan hurried over, and after a brief salute to him, they hurriedly carried the beast away.

He didn't seem to be injured, so he calmly brushed the dust off his clothes with the back of his hand, and walked towards Jiang Huailan.

Jiang Huailan's feet were still hurting, so she just stood there and didn't move. Jiang Huaikong was already sweating profusely. At this moment, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked up to Zhou Zirong who was coming: "My lord, Are you okay? Are you injured?"

Zhou Zirong smiled to show that he was fine. Although he didn't have a spiritual knife near him, but after all, his skills were there, and there was nothing wrong with him except that his palms scratched a little on the ground.

"I'm fine," Zhou Zirong moved his knuckles, intentionally or unintentionally pointing his palm up, hoping that the coolness in the air would relieve the burning pain in his palm, "What about the others?"

Jiang Huaikong shook his head: "Oh, it's all right."

Zhou Zirong looked at Jiang Huailan who was standing quietly not far behind him from the corner of his eyes, and suddenly remembered something, and stepped sideways to pass Jiang Huaikong, and walked towards her.

"Miss Jiang," Zhou Zirong said, "I was rude just now, did you get hurt?"

He was referring to the sudden push between the previous thoughts, and after he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something, and moved his eyes to her feet without moving.

Jiang Huailan moved her injured foot back unconsciously, and said with a blank expression, "It's okay, but I thank General Zhou for saving my life."

Zhou Zirong said with a smile: "It's nothing to worry about, besides, Miss Jiang just helped someone Zhou, and Zhou thanked him here too."

He didn't say anything about Jiang Huailan's injury, but turned around and said to Jiang Huaikong: "Miss Jiang is also tired today, Mr. Jiang will help her up to rest for a few days, and then report to me the funds needed for repairs and purchases."

Jiang Huaikong saw his sister, and immediately understood, he quickly responded, and said: "Thank you, little prince."

"No need," Zhou Zirong waved his hand, "Speaking of which, what is that arrow Miss Jiang used just now?"

Jiang Huailan glanced at the crossbow in her hand, and said lightly: "It's not the crossbow arrow, but the medicine on the arrowhead."

Zhou Zirong frowned, waiting to hear the next sentence.

Jiang Huaikong explained: "That is the anesthetic I just prepared a few days ago, it can paralyze the spirit ghost's tendons, although it is not fatal in most cases, it can at least immobilize it... It's just to make these bastards calm down on weekdays..."

Speaking of this, Jiang Huaikong smiled awkwardly, and then continued: "But... it hasn't been fully completed, it can only be partial..."

Zhou Zirong nodded affirmatively, "Good stuff."

"However," Zhou Zirong changed the subject, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "It would be even better if it was poison, it would kill you with one blow."

"Poison is also available, and I'm still trying it out." Jiang Huaikong pointed to one of the workbenches filled with medicine bottles.

Zhou Zirong patted Jiang Huaikong on the shoulder: "It's been hard work, but as long as it can be done, our army will be able to reduce most of the casualties in this battle in northern Xinjiang."

These words touched Jiang Huaikong a little, he nodded, turned around to face Zhou Zirong, and said seriously: "My lord, don't worry."

Zhou Zirong has never doubted Jianghuai Kong's ability to act, as long as he guarantees to continue funding this kid, Zhou Zirong doesn't have to worry about everything else, just wait and see the result.

He originally wanted to watch them go back home after packing up, but he had no choice but to see the spirit ghost's blood splattered on his clothes. He was afraid that he would scare people when he went out, so he had the cheek to go to Guan Yuanjin to borrow his clothes. ?

"The matter that General Luo came to explain last time has almost been contacted," Yuan Jin stood aside and looked at Zhou Zirong's girdle, and said, "I have agreed with several big bosses of the chamber of commerce. These few days, if the little prince wants to, he can go and see him."

Zhou Zirong tightened his belt, and his narrow waist was tucked into the delicate belt. Although he looked weak, he looked much more energetic than ordinary rich men.

He turned around and smiled, "Thank you, Senior."

"The young prince is being polite, but there is one thing that I haven't had time to tell the young prince." Yuan Jin frowned, "I heard rumors from the capital a few days ago that the little princess is going to choose a son-in-law. "

Zhou Zirong froze for a moment, and the light in his eyes suddenly sank.

The empress had mentioned before that she would choose a son-in-law for the princess, but she just made Dong Sheng disappear. This time Dong Sheng was not in Beijing, so naturally no one dared to talk too much.

"Do you know who it is?"

Yuan Jin hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "I heard...he is the eldest son of Lord Nie's family in Xijiang."

Yuan Jin is a very stable and honest person, if he was not sure, he would definitely not say that.

Zhou Zirong was stunned, his eyes narrowed, then he smiled coolly, and said lightly: "Then His Majesty is really planning everything."

At present, almost half of the military power in Huaxu's four borders, the southeast, the north, and the north is under the control of the prince. If the prince succeeds in the northern border, then all the borders except the western border will be under the name of the East Palace.Now, taking advantage of Dong Sheng's absence, the empress allocated the heir of the coach of Xijiang to the little princess. Coupled with the power of the Jiang family in Gyeonggi, it was enough to restrain the crown prince after his triumphant return, lest he become too big.

And in case something unexpected happens to Dong Sheng, the princess will have some real power in her hands as soon as possible, so that she can secure her seat in the future.

But these days passed really quickly, last time when he came to Beijing to be named the head coach of Donghai, she had just reached cardamom, and now in two or three months, the little princess will reach the age of Ji.

[The author has something to say: In fact, I preferred Dongsheng at first, but now I feel like Zirong and Asheng~! 】