The return of the national teacher warp speed

No wonder others, Chu Xiang thought—this carriage is so majestic, just poke it in the sky and wild, anyone would want to come and have a look—gossip is an ineradicable attribute of human beings, let alone , Those people are being hunted down.

However, the silver eagle and the red kite, one white and one red, are so bright, and the flags of the Tang State in their hands are fluttering and fluttering with the wind of the desert. This is not the time when they walked the mountain road secretly and low-key. Even though the yellow sand in the desert is easy to be stained with dust, Yin Ying dare not put on his coat for a minute; even if nothing else is mentioned, Chu Xiang is carrying the scepter bestowed by Lan Jue in his hand, and if he dares to make a mistake in front of him, it is about equal to Enemy with Tang.

So Chu Xiang raised the curtain slightly, took a look outside, and with just one glance, he understood what was going on.

The group of people who fled ahead were neither fugitives nor bandits. They were dressed in ragged clothes, but without exception, they all had large marks of red paint splashed on their bodies. The man's legs are bound with hemp rope, and he can't stride too much when he runs, and the color of the rope is dirty, rubbed with sand and dust and the dead cuticle of the human body, the black can't see the original color, and I don't know how long it has been tied , with blood stains deposited for a long time.

As for the pursuers behind them, they rode camels that were as lively as a parade float in a fairground, and held carved curved bows in their hands—even if Chu Xiang was not very good at cold weapons, he knew that wood carvings would be difficult. Too strong, good archers will not let their beloved weapons have obvious scratches, let alone flashy carvings.

Chu Xiang didn't let go of the hand holding the curtain for the first time, he squinted his eyes, it seemed that it was because of the heavy wind and sand, and it seemed that it was also because of anger.At this time, Bai Ning and the others were sitting quietly in the corner, not daring to play or making noise. The officer they were loyal to was covered with thick blood at this moment, even stronger than those who were born as assassins.

But the captain of Zongheng Starfield only went online for a few seconds. When those people approached, all they saw was a nobleman leaning against the door of the carriage, lazy and casual, looking up at the sun casually.

"Yo." Your young master said, "It's a rare sunny day, are you hunting?"

——Yes, it was some kind of hunting game. The well-dressed nobles held flashy bows and arrows, galloped in their beloved hunting grounds, cheered, competed in archery, and chased the desperate prey.

The prey, of course, are those in rags.

Only Xie Zhiwei calculated how many extreme hormone levels were produced under Chu Xiang's smiling mask because of anger.

At this time, the pursuers had already arrived. Chu Xiang had a smile on her face and her eyes were cold, but when she saw the pursuers, she slowly restrained the killing intent in her eyes.

The chaser, or the player of this hunting game, is a little girl about the same age as Chu Hexing.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, it should be the blooming season of a girl.Chu Hexing is a dogtail grass that grows freely in the wild. It is slender and slender. It is malnourished but has tenacious vitality. During the growth process, it has always been alone in the wind and rain without any care, and the consequences are intuitive. It's just that her hair is as dry as grass at a young age, and it takes four top assassins to untie all the knots in her hair every morning when she wakes up.

As for the girl in front of her, she was as bright as a rising sun.

The girl jumped off the camel like a float. She has beautiful long hair that is neatly braided and even decorated with fresh flowers. The color is brown, and the outline of the delicate face is darker. The tip of the brow seems to have been carved by the gods of the desert.

She walked over, and there was a string of jingling bells on her little red leather boots, making her seem to be bouncing up and down all the time. The girl looked at Chu Xiang with bright and clean eyes.

A cruel game that preys on fellow human beings. As a modern person with an interstellar civilization background, Chu Xiang has countless reasons to kill the vicious and tyrannical nobles and save innocent victims, but he suddenly realizes that the people who play the game are not It's not the tyrannical aristocrat he imagined, and it's not evil at all. On the contrary, the player is also a victim.

The girl said with a bad accent: "You are, when Tang Guo came to our desert?"

Chu Xiang smiled: "It's an envoy."

The girl nodded: "Oh, yes, the envoy." Her eyes were still looking up and down on Chu Xiang, and Chu Xiang let her look at it indifferently. At the end, the girl nodded, "They said that people outside the desert , Delicate, sick, you really need to practice more, but you really look better than our big brother in the desert."

Before Chu Xiang could express anything, the girl said to herself again: "I am Suma, the future mistress of the Great Golden Tent, then I will take you to the Golden Tent."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Chu Xiang to express her opinion, she jumped back on the camel and waved her hands. Her followers untied the bound slave prey, indicating that this game is over, and let them rearrange neatly , go back with the team.In the queue of slaves, the tall and strong young man who led the crowd to run towards Chu Xiang turned his head, glanced at Chu Xiang, and then lowered his head, as if to express his gratitude. Chu Xiang noticed that he had green eyes, like cat eyes same color.

"Captain, I don't understand." Xie Zhiwei said suddenly.

Chu Xiang hugged a soft cushion and leaned back into the carriage. The whole convoy followed the girl named Suma. Chu Xiang found a comfortable position and lay down before answering Xie Zhiwei: "You don't understand why I suddenly I'm not angry anymore, and I'm still kind to that girl."

"Yes."

"Because it's not her fault." Chu Xiang sighed, "I saw her eyes, her eyes were as bright as Xiao Xing's, clean, and there was no haze at all. It didn't mean that she had killed someone, I have seen the eyes of blood, but you clearly saw her playing a cruel hunter game in front of you."

Xie Zhiwei said after a while, "Very contradictory."

"But you should understand."

"Yeah." The central control AI said, "She was born here and was educated like this since she was a child. She didn't know that slaves are the same kind and have life, just like our children will not have any psychological burden just because they pick a flower to play with." .”

"So..." Chu Xiang sighed again, "We still have a long, long way to go."

But if there is no challenge, it would be boring enough to push the pawn line from the beginning to the end like playing a board game. Chu Xiang has ambitions, and his ambitions are no less than any ambitious man in this world.

Suma, this name sounds a bit strange, so Chu Xiang was not sure whether Su was a surname, or whether her whole name was Suma, a name with ethnic characteristics, so he asked Su Jin: "What is your surname?" Sue?"

Su Jin nodded, he understood what Chu Xiang was asking: I know that girl, she is the younger sister of a leader of a big tribe, I am from that tribe, our whole tribe is named Su.

"Slaves also have last names?"

Su Jin nodded: Yes, we only have a surname to mark the right of ownership, but we don’t have a name. My name was chosen by the ruler of the country. Zhu Jiu’s tribe’s surname is Zhu. His master loves him, so he is called Zhu Jiu , is a special title.

Zhu Jiu said: In fact, my master almost regarded me as his own son, so I was not deprived of my voice, but in the desert, there are distinct classes of people and slaves. My master is old and unable to fight against the rules of the entire desert. When the Lord first built the Silver Eagle, he sent me there.

Chu Xiang couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder—who knew that the silver eagle turned into a big red face.

——Chu Xiang almost doubts that she has internal strength!

Then, Zhu Jiu and Su Jin moved to the side with the same frequency, and moved to a place that Chu Xiang couldn't touch.

Chu Xiang: "?"

They made gestures together: Mr. is the ruler of the country, and his subordinates dare not overstep.

Chu Xiang: What?

Xie Zhiwei let out an earth-shattering laugh in the channel: "Hahahahahahahaha——"

damn it!If Chu Xiang didn't have enough strength, she would have kicked her out one by one—how did you manage to be so pure on the surface while your mind is full of yellow waste? ? ?

Two silver eagles were sitting in the car, their eyes were shining brightly revealing their determination--Rest assured, the Lord, we will take good care of Mr. and won't let anyone touch him!

With a local guide, they don't need to stop and go in the desert to identify the direction, and soon, their destination will be reached.

Suma said heartily: "Welcome to Dadu!"

Outside the window, a magnificent city appeared on the horizon. It was far from the tent-inhabited area that Chu Xiang imagined when he first heard about the "Big Golden Tent". The people of the desert struggled against the harsh environment, but they also developed a prosperous desert. civilization.The whole city is located on an oasis, surrounded by rivers, and looks like a large sand table sand sculpture from a distance. The main building is sand color, dotted with white walls, and has a strong exotic style.

Since this is the case, his original plan may need to be overthrown and start over.Chu Xiang originally thought that it would be simple and rough, and start a fight among the desert tribes. Afterwards, by letting the desert tribes consume excessive fighting power, they would be able to win the Tang State a temporary peace of mind on the border. Now, Chu Xiang has other ideas.

What he wanted was never to dominate the world and be a local emperor, so, facing a well-ordered city, he would not directly attack and let this place simply fall into the flames of war.

He suddenly lifted the curtain of the car and glanced at the young slave who thanked him at the back of Suma's team.

Then, Chu Xiang had a new and better plan.

He wants a desert where there are no more shackles.