Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Dou Liang's skills had been recognized by Wang Gui. If he wanted to capture a confused Turkic soldier alive, it was really no more difficult than getting into a chicken coop to catch an old hen.

From Li Xin's perspective, Dou Liang just approached the target crookedly through a strange route, and finally attacked suddenly, putting the short dagger he carried with him on the target's neck.

But in fact, every step of Dou Liang stepped on the Turkic soldier's blind spot, and his voice was extremely soft, almost silent. In the eyes of that soldier, this man Dou Liang descended from the sky like a ghost, just like the phantom of the legendary god of death.

"Don't move around, follow me." Dou Liang said lightly.

The Turkic soldiers didn't dare to nod their heads for fear of being scratched by the dagger, so they whispered in a trembling voice, "Okay."

Dou Liang untied the knife from the Turkic soldier's waist, held it in his hand, then pressed the dagger against the man's back, and led him back to Li Xin.

"Plop."

Dou Liang kicked the Turkic man's knee, causing him to kneel down happily.

Li Xin looked around casually, and asked, "Do you know who I am? Who sent you here?"

The Turks hesitated and did not dare to answer. I don't know what he was thinking, whether he was thinking about how to lie.

"Say it quickly." Li Xin couldn't help urging.

The Turkic was taken aback, his emotions suddenly collapsed, and he began to kowtow crazily, saying: "Please forgive me! I beg you, please let me go!"

Li Xinxin became angry, reached out and snatched the dagger from Dou Liang's hand, and stabbed it in the Turkic man's thigh without saying a word.

Puff.

The cold blade pierced through the fragile skin and fascia, and pierced deep into the muscle. However, due to the fact that the wound was blocked by the dagger, there was not much blood.

The Turkic man had no idea that he would suddenly encounter such a catastrophe, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he yelled as if feeling pain. The miserable roar spread through the air and echoed in the vast Gobi.

Run Niang subconsciously shivered and shrank back. Tang Jian pulled her to his side.

Li Xin did not let go of the handle of the knife after the stabbing, but looked at the screaming Turkic man with extremely cold eyes, and said, "I don't have the patience to hang around with you here. I can tell you very clearly that I can't Let you go. You are doomed to die today. The difference is how you die."

"Or, you answer my question honestly, and I will give you a happy time."

"Or, I'll chop you up piece by piece, and send you on the road at the end. You choose."

At this moment, Li Xin was like the incarnation of the devil. When talking about killing and torture, it was as plain as if he wanted to eat steamed fish or braised fish. But no one thinks he's doing something wrong. Especially Dou Liang, he is more interested in Li Xin who has shown this side.

Just such a person, can so many people willingly worship and die?

Li Xin stared at the Turkic man for a while, and found that the man's screams gradually subsided, and he was obviously getting used to the pain, but he still didn't want to speak. He sneered, and was too lazy to say his words a second time, and quickly pulled out the dagger, bringing out a pool of blood.

"Ah!" Turkic screams echoed again. But this time, as soon as he uttered a sound, the screaming stopped abruptly, and he paused for a full second before crying again in more pain.

Because after Li Xin pulled out the dagger, he inserted it into the Turkic man's other thigh without any pause.