Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

Turks are still screaming. Li Xin seemed to have never heard of it, like a bored child playing a boring repetitive game-repeatedly pulling out the dagger from the Turkic man and inserting it again.

From time to time, blood stars fell on Li Xin's face, leaving a stain, which, coupled with his expression, made him more like a real demon from hell. With the screams of the Turkic people as the background, it is particularly infiltrating.

"I said I said! I said! Don't stab me again." The Turkic said repeatedly, "Ah——"

"I'm sorry. It's confiscated. Stop it." Li Xin's hand left the handle of the knife, as if he really said this with apology.

The Turkic man was shaking with pain, and his body was covered with bright red blood, as if he had just crawled out of the bloody pool of some kind of evil festival.

"Don't tell me?" Li Xin stretched out his hand again.

The Turkic quickly twisted his whole body, crawled a little away from Li Xin, and said, "I say I say I say I say! We are the Seventeenth Division of the Flying Eagle Army. In the name of the prince, we are here to intercept and kill the envoys of the Tang Dynasty." "

Li Xin stopped stretching out his hand, frowned slightly, and quickly asked, "Which prince?" The Turkic man's face became paler and colder, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more serious. It seemed that he was about to die from excessive blood loss. In shock. If you want to ask a question, you must do so quickly.

"Youxian King." The Turkic said hard, breathing very rapidly. His face also began to look a little blue because of his paleness.

"Why did he send someone to kill me?" Li Xin asked.

The Turk broke down and started repeating feebly: "I don't know! I really don't know! Please! Please! Don't fuck me again! Hahahaha don't fuck me again! I really don't I know! I really don’t know! Hahaha! Mom! I’m coming! Hahaha! I’m really coming! So many cows! So many sheep.”

Seeing the "blood man" laughing wildly, Dou Liang frowned, and looked at Li Dao: "He seems to be crazy."

Getting lost on the Gobi Desert is already facing enormous psychological pressure. This Turkic man also encountered Li Xin's brutal and savage interrogation methods, and his psychological defense collapsed immediately, and he lost the last remaining thinking ability. However, even so, he still gave useful information: he didn't know why King Youxian sent someone to intercept and kill the envoys of the Tang Dynasty.

Well, that's enough.

Li Xin hummed flatly, went up and pulled out the dagger stuck in the Turkic man's leg, stabbed it neatly in his chest, then pulled it out, and wiped the blood on his clothes.

The Turkic man convulsed and fell to the ground dead, leaving behind a puddle of filth from incontinence, which gave off a faint stench in the air.

Li Xin pinched his nose and walked a little further.

Bao Hong, Gao Zhi, and Di Zhengye, who had been silently watching, couldn't help but look at each other. Gao Zhi chuckled, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect our prince to be so ruthless, there is so much meaning in it."

"Go, go, kill a little Turkic thief, it's nothing to our lord." Bao Hong rolled his eyes and said.

Just as Di Zhengye was about to say something, he suddenly saw Li Xin kneeling on the ground and retching loudly.

"Ah..." So, he had no choice but to put away all the flattering words on his lips.