The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

"Stop the boat!"

Hearing a strange voice behind him, Xue Yao quickly raised his eyes and asked the Khitan boy, "Are they wearing the armor of the imperial army or the armor of the Tong family army?"

The boy asked in a low voice, "What's the difference?"

The ship behind him was already approaching, and Xue Yao had no time to explain.

The Khitan boy said in a low voice, "Lend me the long knife."

This young man, who was tortured by the desert, was sallow and emaciated, and even wanted to fight against the crowd. Xue Yao refused, "You don't need to do it, I can handle it."

After speaking, Xue Yao turned around calmly and looked at the approaching ship.

There were five soldiers on that ship, all wearing the leather armor of the Northwest Army.

"Didn't you go back to Beijing?" Xue Yao yelled at the soldiers on the boat with the air of an officer.

As the boat approached, the leading soldier stared at Xue Yao coldly: "Who are you? Why are you crossing the river?"

Xue Yao replied neither humble nor overbearing: "I have received a secret order to cross the river to negotiate with the enemy, and I cannot disclose the details."

The soldier asked: "Who ordered it? What proof?"

Xue Yao took out the access token from his sleeve and showed it to several people.

The soldier reached out to take the token, looked down at the engraving on the token, and looked up at Xue Yao coldly: "This is the token of the Seventh Prince!"

"That's right." Xue Yao stretched out his hand to take back his token, and replied calmly, "I am following the order of the prince to cross the river to negotiate."

"The Seventh Prince disappeared a few days ago, how could he give you an order?" The leading soldier shouted behind him: "Take him away!"

Two soldiers immediately jumped onto Xue Yao's boat and drew their swords to his neck.

"Presumptuous!" Xue Yao boldly threatened the soldiers: "If you dare to touch me, the Seventh Prince will never let you off!"

The soldier beside him sneered: "Your seventh prince has already fled back to the capital, so what if I touch you?"

Xue Yao squinted at the soldier.

The soldier sneered and raised his hand to push his shoulder, provocatively: "So what if I move you?"

"The Lord will never forgive you lightly."

Hearing this familiar voice, Xue Yao froze, thinking he was hallucinating!

The two soldiers beside them looked up at the sky at the same time—how could this sound come from the sky?

"Whoosh, whoosh" two invisible airflows passed by, and the two soldiers beside Xue Yao had no time to scream, and were pushed into the water by the airflow!

The soldiers on the other ship raised their heads in horror——the white-haired figure in the mid-air quickly attacked!

Before they could draw their swords to resist, they were thrown into the water by a walking stick like a dragon.

When Xue Yao came back to his senses, he saw Lu Qian jumped into the boat with his arms held by a man in white.

The man in white fell silently when he landed, and the ship shook when the Seventh Prince landed.

Xue Yao couldn't tell if the illusion in front of him was real, and he looked at the little chubby boy a few steps away without moving, but couldn't speak.

Lu Qian couldn't wait for the little companion to rush over to hug him, so he took the initiative to walk over, took a step and shook the boat, and walked up to the little companion: "Yaoyao, why didn't you return to Beijing?"

After only a few days of separation, Xue Yao felt that the Lu Qian in front of him was no longer the ignorant child he used to be, not just because he had lost weight, but because there was a certain quality in him that he didn't have before, but it was indescribable.

This inexplicable huge difference made Xue Yao dare not reach out to hug the cub in front of him.

The original milky breath on Lu Qian's body that Xue Yao was familiar with was so faint that he couldn't catch it, and the added sharpness made him feel unfamiliar.

Lu Qian tilted his head and stared at his little companion.

According to the usual practice, the reasonable action sequence for the little companion should be to hug His Highness, choke up, and ask His Highness if he is hungry.

But Xue Yao didn't do anything, just stared at His Highness stupidly.

His Highness couldn't wait any longer, and opened his arms towards his companion.

This gesture of hugging made Xue Yao subconsciously take a step closer to the Seventh Prince, wanting to reach out, but hesitated.

The little companion hesitated to read this, which gave birth to the confusion and annoyance in Lu Qian's eyes.

His Highness glanced around, looking for the reason why his little companion read abnormally.

The Khitan boy holding a lambskin water bag and dessert just jumped into His Highness's sight.

At the same time, Xue Yao heard the system warning: [Lu Qian's sense of security -6]

The Khitan prince felt bad, and the next moment, he saw the boy turning on his toes and walking towards him.

In the past, the Khitan prince had three elder brothers who died in battle one after another. Over the years, he was the only one left to run around with the aged Khitan king. He had seen all kinds of terrifying opponents, but this was the first time he met such a beast-like indifference. Bloodthirsty gaze.

The Khitan prince swallowed, and forced himself to look at the boy calmly.

"Your Highness..." Xue Yao wanted to explain, but the Seventh Prince raised his hand coldly to stop him from speaking.

The Khitan prince straightened his back and stood ready for battle.

Lu Qian stopped, and at a very close distance, he shot like lightning, snatching the milk and dessert from the opponent's hand!

The Khitan prince who suddenly lost his food: "..."

The next moment, Lu Qian held the dessert and milk bag in front of his "opponent", and squeezed them slowly and viciously.

Prince Khitan: "???"

This stupid demonstration finally made Xue Yao regain the shadow of the little fat boy!

The little companion immediately rushed up and hugged His Highness, and rubbed against the chubby face who had lost a lot of weight: "Your Highness! I have been looking for you so hard!"

[System prompt: Land diving sense of security +2]

Lu Qian didn't answer.

Xue Yao looked up, and saw that His Highness was still squinting meanly, staring at the Khitan boy sitting beside him.

"He is a Khitan hostage." Xue Yao explained: "A few days ago, he was almost assassinated by the third prince, and he escaped with difficulty. I met him and was about to send him to the enemy camp and return with the fifth prince. Let's see him on the way I didn't eat or drink, so I gave him a sip of His Highness's milk and snacks."

[System prompt: Land diving sense of security +2]

"What should we do with these people?" Old man Xu stood on another boat, beating the soldiers who fell into the water and grabbed the side of the boat with his crutches.

Xue Yao didn't know the old man, so he turned his head and told Lu Qian: "The Northwest Army has already returned to Beijing. These soldiers may belong to the third prince. We can't let them go back so soon."

When old man Xu heard what he said, he took the oars and jumped onto Xue Yao's boat, letting the soldiers float around holding the boat.

Suddenly there were three more people on the small boat, Xue Yao immediately ordered the boatman to continue sailing towards the opposite bank.

Having just reunited with the little fat boy, Xue Yao could no longer see anyone else. He hugged the little fat boy like an octopus, took out food from the bag, fed it, and asked His Highness what happened these days.

Hearing that His Highness encountered a group of profiteers selling high-priced water and food in the desert, Xue Yao thanked God and hugged His Highness's arm excitedly.

His Highness pulled away his arms, not allowing him to hug him.

Xue Yao glanced at the chubby boy in wonder, then looked down at his arm, only to find that there was a torn hole in his sleeve, and the color of the fabric around the hole was even darker. The middle coat also seemed to be stained with a dull vermilion.

Xue Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his hand to slowly uncover the hole in his clothes, only to find a hideous scab of blood on His Highness's arm!

In an instant, Xue Yao seemed to be back in the endless night, watching the little fat cub lead away the pursuers, watching someone among the soldiers with torches surging draw out their bows and arrows, and hearing the buzzing sound of sharp arrows tearing the night sky ...

The heart-piercing despair at that moment occupied Xue Yao's brain in an instant, and the happiness of finding the little fat boy was gone.

He looked up at Lu Qian stiffly, and asked nonchalantly, "Are you injured?"

Lu Qian looked down at his arm: "It's grown."

Xue Yao lowered his head, opened the seams of his clothes, and asked softly, "Is the wound deep? Does it hurt?"

Lu Qian twitched his lips to his little companion: "This is a small injury, a man..."

Xue Yao stretched out his hand to check the condition of the scab on the wound.

His Royal Highness: "Don't pinch, don't pinch!"

"If there is another time." Xue Yao raised his eyes and stared at the little fat boy: "I will not obey His Highness's orders."

Lu Qian looked at him blankly.

Xue Yao solemnly threatened: "If there is another time, His Highness will take away the danger for me regardless of safety, and if we meet again, His Highness will see my dead body."

He understands Chubby Cub's principle of doing things - maximizing benefits.

It was Lu Qian's goal for two people to survive together, so he took the risk to lure away pursuers for Xue Yao.

The arrow missed a bit, and it was likely to kill the little fat boy, so Xue Yao wanted the little fat boy to know that when he was in danger again, abandoning him and escaping alone was the only beneficial choice.

"There will be no danger." The old man Xu who was sitting across from him finally couldn't help interjecting: "Lu Qian is now the closed disciple of me and Lao Qiu. Anyone who wants to threaten our apprentice must pass our pass first."

Xue Yao, who was so focused on the little fat boy, finally discovered that there were other people on this boat.

As if waking up from a dream, she turned her head and looked at the two strange men sitting across from her.

These two men are imposing and handsome, and one of them has white hair. Could it be the old man with the white hair and youthful face that the villagers call?Doesn't your face look old?

Lu Qian raised his hand and introduced the two old men to his little companion——

Pointing to Master first: "Senior Sword Master."

Pointing to the head of Xu again: "And an uncle."

"Hey!" Head Xu was furious: "This old man is Xu Qingchao, the ninth generation head of the Qinglong Sect! What kind of uncle!"

"Senior is the famous sword master?!" Xue Yao looked at the handsome man in surprise, he really had the aura of a master!

Head Xu, who was infinitely ignored: "Our Azure Dragon faction is also well-known in the Jianghu! Have you only heard of the Juggernaut?"

"The name of the sword master is like thunder." The Khitan prince, who was pretending to be dead for a long time, couldn't help but look at the sword master in surprise: "Father once tried to find a book of Qingyuan Xinfa. I don't know if it is the original work of the senior. Since I was a child, I practiced this mental method hard, and I also relied on the Qingyuan mental method to adjust my breath, so I was able to survive from that desert."

Head Xu, who seemed to be a transparent person, looked at the sky speechlessly.

These ignorant brats!

It seems that his Qinglong faction hasn't set off a bloody storm for too long!

"Cultivating Qingyuan mentality, can you resist hunger and thirst?" Xue Yao looked at the Khitan boy enviously: "Our seventh prince has only practiced Taiji mentality, which is not that powerful. Fortunately, we met a caravan in the desert. "

[Warning: land dive security -3. 】

"???" Xue Yao turned to look at the narrow-minded fat boy who was "not that powerful".

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