The little sweetheart dressed as the ghost king

As soon as the words of the Night King fell, the pupils of the kneeling man in front of him shrank, and by the convenience of kneeling on the ground, he sneakily reached for the dagger hidden in his abdomen, just as he was about to touch it. When he touched the hilt of the knife, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck. Looking along the blade, he didn't know when a sharp sword was attached to his neck. Just a slight movement could kill him directly.

"If I were you, I'd be honest."

Hearing his words, the man's hand touching his waist stopped immediately and did not continue.Looking up at the man who was condescending and staring at him, he said tremblingly, "My lord, you misunderstood me, I didn't do anything!"

The Night King looked down at him, without the slightest emotion in his eyes, as if he were looking at a bedbug.Then, as if losing patience, he put away his saber, kicked the kneeling man in front of him to the ground at the same time, and stepped on his hand hard before he could react.

The man suffered from pain, turned over and struggled, and a long strip fell out of his tattered clothes.As soon as it landed on the ground, the loose and rags that were wrapped around it fell apart, revealing a dilapidated but still sharp dagger.

Seeing that the hidden dagger fell out, the man didn't bother to pretend, and just reached out to grab it.

The guard guarding the Night King had quick eyes and quick feet, and kicked the dagger away with one kick, then kicked him hard several times until the corner of his mouth began to bleed, and then stepped on the other hand of the man, holding it up. Holding the sword, he wanted to stab the man's neck.

Just when the man thought he was going to die, he suddenly heard a shout from a distance, "Stop."

Whether it was the Night King standing there with an indifferent face, the man lying on the ground, or the guard who was preparing to end the madman who dared to assassinate the Night King, they all looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw the very favored little brother next to the Night King standing not far away at this time, with a strange expression on his face, as if he was entangled or embarrassed. Seeing that they were all looking at him, he looked at the Night King. He said hesitantly: "My lord, maybe they are really just fleeing people, we should ask first before making a decision."

The Night King silently looked at Xiji, and saw that he was at a loss in front of him, but was still trying his best to hide his discomfort and argue hard, so he knew that his heart had begun to soften again.

Sometimes, he even wondered how the Xi family raised this little thing, so that he was so innocent in this era, without even the ability to protect himself.Looking down at the person under his feet, he now had an idea.I don't know if he killed this man in front of this little brother now, will he run around like a rabbit again in fright, just looking for a place to hide?

However, as soon as this idea was formed, the Night King gave up the idea when he saw Siji staring at him eagerly. Interesting things can't be broken in one go.

He removed his feet from the half-dead person on the ground, and then came to Xiji who moved over cautiously, looked at him and said, "Since you want to see if these people are real refugees, then I will let you have a look."

Then, looking at the white shirt standing there, he waved at him. The white shirt received instructions, nodded, dutifully came to the side of the man who was kicked to death just now, and pushed his clothes away.It wasn't until this moment that Xiji realized that several places on the man's body were tied with cloth strips, and there were brown lumps on it.

Then the white shirt followed the same pattern and grabbed a few men who appeared to be relatively strong but with ugly complexions from among the group of people whose hands and feet were restrained and could not move. They stripped off their clothes in the same way.

After taking a look, Xiji realized that their bodies covered under the ragged clothes seemed to be injured to varying degrees.

"Now, do you still think they are ordinary refugees?" Looking at the shocked Siji, the Night King said jokingly in his tone.

Xiji pursed his lips tightly, and now he understood that no refugee would lie in ambush here with so many injuries for no reason, and no refugee would carry dangerous weapons with him.

Xiji stopped talking. Although he sympathized with these refugees who were about to starve to death, he couldn't justify their actions of wanting to kill him.

He is just an ordinary person, unable to control the night king's thoughts, now that these people are in the hands of the night king, no matter how much he sympathizes, he knows that he is not qualified to intercede for them, so he can only stand there, waiting for the night king The king dealt with those people.

The Night King looked at the expression on Xiji's face, first he was shocked, then he became apprehensive, and finally he became silent, as if acquiescing to what the Night King did, he stopped talking.

Taking his gaze away from Xiji, the Night King originally wanted to ask his subordinates to kill all the food-grabbing refugees in front of him, so as to save trouble.

But before directing his subordinates to do something, Xiji's face was so pale that it was almost transparent when he came out of Han's house last time.

Frowning in displeasure, the words on the lips became, "I will give you a chance now, as long as you confess the mastermind of this operation and let me hand it over to the city lord, I will let the rest of you go."

As soon as his words came out, those people who were desperately waiting to die seemed to see hope in an instant, looked at each other, and made rustling noises, seeing the joy of life in each other's eyes, and then like Thinking of something, he began to hesitate again.

The Night King didn't care how wonderful the expressions on their faces were at this moment. His time and patience were limited, and he didn't talk nonsense with them. He said impatiently: "I don't have time to waste here with you. I count to ten. If you don't hand over your people, I will kill you all here."

Hearing his words, those people trembled all over, and looked up at the Night King, as if they were praying or hesitating.

The Night King can't control this, he has wasted enough time here, it is impossible to continue wasting it. "One, two, three... six, seven, eight."

Every word is like a drumbeat, beating on the hearts of those people.Finally, before the number nine was called, someone finally lost his composure, raised his head, and shouted loudly: "My lord, I'll recruit. I know who that person is. I'll tell you now, please!" Let me go."

"Oh?" The Night King looked at the lean man who was kneeling, and he wanted to expose the leader regardless of the obstruction of the people around him.

When the man saw the Night King looking at him, he seemed to be inspired. He pushed away the person who was desperately blocking him, and said loudly, "My lord, that person is the one you stepped on just now. We all listen to him." Only those who want to grab food will go to grab food, all because of his incitement to us, we don't want to."

After he finished speaking, some of the people around sighed, some were silent, and some looked at the Night King expectantly, hoping that he would keep his word and let them go.

The Night King nodded, and then came to the man who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up until now, lowered his head and asked, "Do you want to say something?"

The man seemed to have resigned himself to his fate. He lay there without moving for a long time, looked at the Night King who was talking to him, and smiled wryly, "Can I ask for a simpler way to die?"

The Night King looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised an obvious arc, and then he said to him: "This is not something I can decide."

After finding out the mastermind of this crime, the Night King released the other people as agreed, tied the man's hands with a long rope, handed the other end of the long rope to Bai Shirt, and the group left here .

Xiji glanced back before getting on the horse, and found that most of those people were glad to be alive. He didn't see any guilt on their faces, only a very few looked at the men who left with them , seems to be worried about what happened to him later.

Xiji just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, sat on the horse, and followed the swaying horse to an unknown direction.

"King, are we going to hand that man back?" Xiji looked back at the man who was being dragged away, and felt that he was very pitiful, trying to survive for his companions, but was betrayed like this.

"Why should I hand him over?" Night King looked forward, looking very calm, a little puzzled by the question raised by Siji.

Xiji opened his mouth slightly, showing a bit of stupidity, "But, didn't you just say that you were going to send him to the city lord?"

The Night King looked down at him, with a bit of disdain in his tone, and said contemptuously: "The person I captured, why should I send him back?"

Xiji was completely surprised when he heard him say this. He now knew that the Night King had no intention of handing over this man at all, but he didn't understand what the Night King was going to do with this man?

Xiji raised his eyes to look at the Night King, but after all, he still didn't ask his question.

The procession marches, nothing has changed except for the addition of a shambling man.

At first, Xiji was a little worried about whether the man would follow and be dragged to death. It was only later that he realized that people in this world were much more tenacious than he had imagined.In the first few days, he followed him half-deadly. In the next few days, he seemed to realize that the Night King would not send him to the city lord. He became bolder, ate more, and his body gradually improved. Walking with them was also less strenuous.

Xiji observed these, amazed at the same time, but also very curious whether the physical condition of that person is different from others, or why there is no medicine or medicine, and the body can be cured just by eating enough.

For this reason, Xiji sometimes whispered to Mo Shu when he was with him.It's just that Mo Shu couldn't understand his young master's complicated mood, and he was very surprised why he cared about this.

Until one time, Xiji and Mo Shu discussed again whether there was any necessary connection between eating enough and being healthy. When they mentioned the man again, they happened to meet the Night King who had come back from the conversation.

Xiji first felt a cold gaze, and then saw Wang Zheng staring at him coldly, and there seemed to be some anger in his expression.Xiji didn't know why, so she was a little scared, and shivered subconsciously, and every time she wanted to talk about this topic, she would always think of the cold eyes of the Night King, so that she couldn't speak out.