sir he is sweet

Qi Zhao has always been calm and calm, in this world, there are actually not many things that can cause his mood swings.

He had never felt such a sense of anxiety and urgency in ten years.

"Remove those things!"

The pale and weak man's eyes were cold and stern, and he clearly couldn't even stand firmly, but he just didn't dare to be looked down upon.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay. Under such a heavy pressure, they couldn't resist, "If that's the case, then I'll report back to the Lord now..."

"No need to report back."

Qi Zhao laughed back angrily, curled his lips coldly, "My people are over there, remove that thing immediately, I will give you a cup of blood, if something happens to my people, I can guarantee that even if I die , you don’t even want to get a drop of blood!”

His wrists were quite famous in Miaoyu and Guxiang, and the few Qian knew that he was not joking, so they looked serious and quickly called for orders.

But the person who followed was flustered, and shouted in Gu Xiang's dialect: "It's not good! Some kind of prince came out of the south main gate, just... directly led someone to kill him, and paid our money." thing!"

It was a young junior who came, because he was panicked, he didn't lower his voice to reply, and he didn't know Qi Zhao's identity, thinking that he couldn't understand Gu Xiang's words.

How could he know that Qi Zhao heard it clearly.

He frowned, knowing that there was a change outside, he immediately ignored them, turned around and rushed out of the courtyard.

South main entrance.

Qi Zhao has probably never been so terrified as he is now. He has never been someone who likes to mourn the spring and autumn, nor is he addicted to the past and cannot get rid of it. The word regret rarely appeared in his life. .

But this time, while running around on his horse in the quiet and desolate market, he regretted it uncontrollably.

Why did Murong Sheng come to the southern border?And why did he feel slack and wanted to allow him to come to the battlefield in person?

Or why...he was in a hurry to deal with his old affairs and not keep up with that child?

Qi Zhao came out in a hurry, dressed in thin clothes, simply put on a black robe, with black hair covering his hair, his face was pale and handsome, like a ghost in the dark night.

On the south main gate tower, he saw the child's figure at a glance.

Now the gates of the city are wide open, the surroundings are billowing with gunpowder smoke, and there is ashes and dead silence. The casualties and soldiers are picked up and carried out. It is obvious that the war has ceased.

Fortunately, Murong Sheng is fine, fine...

Qi Zhao dismounted, stepped across the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood step by step, and stepped up to the tower.

Surrounded by dead and wounded soldiers and bombed-out buildings, he used to leave a small dose, and its power was relatively weak, but after so many years of silence, using it again... still makes people worry.

Can you not worry?

This is a human life lawsuit brought about by him. These people were killed and injured countless times, and each had friends and family members. Their wives, children, and parents all hoped that they would go back alive.

Qi Zhao's footsteps slowed down, his eyes flicked around one by one, and a sense of sadness welled up in his heart.

When he was young, he was full of vigor, his eyes were high above the top, and he did many wrong things. After being hit hard by fate, he lost all his vigor and sharpness. Day after day, he became what he is today.

He also used to think that victory was the most proud thing. As long as he could win, he could pay any price and accept any consequences.

The blood of the enemy is something to be celebrated, their prize of war, their glory.

But war—

He never cared about the heavy price brought by him when he was young.

"Why are you here, sir?"

An excited voice interrupted Qi Zhao's thoughts, he swayed, raised his head, and raised his hand to support one side of the city wall.

His palm was wet, he opened his eyes, and in the darkened sky, he clearly saw the blood on his hand.

It is bright red and dazzling.

At that moment, he was so dizzy that he didn't even know where he was, let alone that he was about to fall.

Fortunately, Murong Sheng came in time, hugged him, and stabilized him, "What's wrong, sir? Why did you come out? Did you wake up? Where is Yan Twelve? Didn't I tell him to protect you and stay with you every step of the way?" Is it?"

Murong Sheng's series of questions forced Qi Zhao back to his thoughts, he blinked, spread his palms in a daze, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, I'm dizzy."

"what?"

These words were quite inappropriate, Murong Sheng was stunned by this, and didn't think about what was wrong with it, so he quickly freed up a hand to touch the handkerchief in his bosom, helped the man to the top of the city wall, and wiped his hands carefully .

The child had a silly face, he really believed what he said, and Qi Zhao couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it.

Who is he, how much blood has been stained on his hands, how can he still faint?

Only this stupid kid will believe it.

Murong Sheng didn't know where he got covered in dust, even his handsome face was dusty, dark and funny.

The way he bowed his head and wiped his hands very seriously is really charming.

Qi Zhao smiled slightly.

As soon as Murong Sheng raised his head, he looked straight at him.

This person was born to be good-looking, with long eyebrows reaching into the temples, eyes like stars, strong and clear outline, as cold as a knife cut, when he is not smiling, he is cold and noble, but when he smiles like this, he is even more warm and elegant.

"First... sir..."

Murong Sheng was almost bewildered.

"Okay, get back to your senses," the man frowned slightly, and tapped the child's hair with his fingers, his tone indulgent and soft, "Your Highness should tell me what happened."

It wasn't until he saw Murong Sheng's beard and tail, not injured at all, that Qi Zhao finally let go of his heart, and his whole body became a little weak.

The wind was strong above the city tower, it was still dark, and the night was very dark, Murong Sheng noticed that the man was shivering from the cold, so he pulled off his cloak and wrapped him up.

"Mister didn't even tie his hair, so he just ran out—"

Qi Zhao came back to his senses, only to realize that he was shivering from the cold.

When you are too anxious, you can't tell the instinctive reaction of your body at all.

He coughed a few times, smiled lightly, and changed the subject, "I told Yan Twelve to sleep well, he is safe."

"Oh--"

Murong Sheng blinked, and knew what this person was capable of. If he really wanted to figure it out, relying on Yan Twelve alone would not be able to stop him.

So he took out a thing that looked like a bamboo tube from his sleeve, and told Qi Zhao exactly what happened at the South Main Gate.

Of course he knew about that thing, it was not in vain to stay away from the mountain for ten years, and he probably had most of the rare things in this world.

So this bamboo tube is made of a strange material, with a layer sandwiched in the middle, which can magnify the normal field of vision ten times.

Murong Sheng based on this guess that there are not many people on the opposite side of the South Main Gate.

They opened fire with all their firepower, and they used that thing at the south main gate. They looked full of momentum, but... it was also weird.