Marquis of Grand Xia

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a few big five and three thick men walked in, murderous and bad-looking.

The men in the grassland have all seen blood, and once they are serious, they will exude a sense of oppression from ordinary people.

However, this is only for ordinary people. The two people in the tent don't say that killing is as numb, and it is also a very kind of person who kills without blinking.

Ning Chen turned the wheelchair around and slammed the ink sword on the ground. His unpleasant face didn't hide it. Fight, right, who is afraid of whom.

The old man with white beards walked in, Mingcheng walked in, and the doctor also walked in. Looking at the calm and unmoved young people in Tsing Yi, his brows were all wrinkled.

"Take away" the old man with white beard shouted.

"Yes" The seven big men bypassed the wheelchair and grabbed directly at the young man in Tsing Yi.

The unpleasant color on Ning Chen's face was even stronger. When he was transparent, he shot a black sword in his right hand, and suddenly a real wave blew open, and several big men were shocked back a few steps.

"There is something to say" is shameful in itself, Ning Chen did not want things to be too stiff, he pressed his temper and said.

"Ming City, you hold him back" Senior Whitebeard sighed, and shouted.

"Yes" Mingcheng reluctantly pulled out the scimitar around her waist and moved forward two steps, said to Ning Chen, "Brother Ning, offended"

Ning Chen's expression gradually cooled down, shameless to the face.

Keng, the ink sword came out of the sheath, the sword body was frosted, and the snowflakes were shaken, and the temperature in the entire tent fell.

The tense atmosphere spread and the war was on the verge. At this moment, Prince Yan, who had been quiet and quiet, spoke.

"Okay, put your sword away"

When the words fell, Prince Yan took a step forward and walked out of the account, said lightly, "Go and see what's going on."

"En" Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, closed his sword and walked out.

The two walked out, and the cold sweat on Mingcheng only ran down. They were still too young to look at the young man in the wheelchair. Mo said that he was alone, and even if there were ten more, he might not be able to stop him.

"The patriarch, don't come here hard," Mingcheng persuaded again.

The old man with white beard snorted, and immediately turned and walked out of the tent.

In Pei Yan's account, Ning Chen and Prince Yan looked at the beautiful girl lying on the bed and got the real situation from the doctor's mouth.

"Senior, is there any rescue?" Ning Chen Chuanyin asked.

"Ling Jinghua" Prince Yan said lightly.

"That's not saved?" Ning Chen said in a deep voice.

"With your blood, and Ben Wang's shot, you can prolong her life for three years, still that sentence, how to deal with you," Prince Yan calmly said.

"Benevolence is righteous, just like that" Ning Chen nodded and said in a hurry.

After talking, Ning Chen turned around and looked at the old white-beard old man who just entered, and said, "We can extend the life span of three years for the girl Pei Yan. As a transaction, all the previous grudges will stop."

The old white-beard froze, and everyone there was stunned. Ning Chen did not urge him, and he waited patiently and indifferently.

The worries of those present were in the most striking contrast to the calm of the two. The words that the grandson said on that day are most vividly reflected at the moment. Ning Chen is the most ruthless person in the world.

If it weren't for this matter, they were at fault, and whoever was born or died, it would be his fault.

She is not Ah Man!

"Can you be sure?" Asked the old whitebeard with a hint of distrust in his eyes.

"Believe it or not," Ning Chen doesn't care.

The old man with white beard changed his face, and after a while, he snapped his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."

"Let's go out," Prince Yan stepped forward and came to the bed lightly.

The old man with white beards and the people present hesitated, but still hesitated.

"It's too late to repent now" Ning Chen also turned the wheelchair to the bed and said coldly.

"Go out" Elder Whitebeard finally made up his mind, drove everyone out of the tent, and then went out with him.

"Poor parents' hearts" Ning Chen sighed softly. Immediately, the sword fingers crossed his arms, and a drop of blood flowed out, dropping along his arms to Pei Yan's heart.

He has Zhuantiandan medicine in his body, and has also soaked in Tianchi in Northern Mongolia, which can be said to be a living medicine primer.

At the same time, Prince Yan turned his palms to condense his energy, and the dripping blood wrapped in the innate power quickly plunged into Pei Yan's heart. In an instant, the medicine spread, and a little began to nourish the latter's weak heart.

After about ten breaths, Prince Yan closed his hand, Ning Chen wiped his hand, the silver light flashed, stopped the blood on his arm, and immediately looked at Pei Yan on the bed, waiting for the latter to wake up.

After another half of Xiangxiang's time, Pei Yan woke up and looked at the young Tsing Yi young man in front of him, weakly, "Can you tell me, your true identity?"

"Daxia, Prince Yan," Prince Yan said lightly.

Pei Yan stunned, closing his eyes immediately, a tear dropped quietly, "Thank you"

Ning Chen and Prince Yan went out, and the old man with white beard immediately entered the tent, seeing Pei Yan woke up in bed, and wept with joy.

"Let them go"

The old man's voice was heard in the tent, and after hearing it, Mingcheng and others automatically gave way and allowed the two to leave.

"Let's go" Prince Yan walked ahead, Tsing Yi hunting, calmly said.

"En" Ning Chen responded and then followed.

The two left, no hurry, no nostalgia, no matter how beautiful the grassland is, they are just passing guests, just read it.

"Mountain without water, water without water, mournful grass farewell to Wang Sun, faint cloud, Liu Qingqing, the cuckoo's voice can't bear to hear ..."

Above the grassland, a farewell sound suddenly appeared, Ning Chen looked back, but before seeing the account, a woman in a red wedding dress sat there, holding a pipa in her arms, pale, red lips like blood, like a cold wind The blooming roses are so beautiful that they dare not look straight at them.

"Pity"

Ning Chen sighed, but didn't say much, immediately turned around and continued to walk forward.

Prince Yan's expression is still as calm as ever, and there has never been any waves, step by step, unwavering.

The grassland is very large, and the two men traveled northward all the way, without stopping in the middle, until they reached the destination of this trip, the Northern Mongolian capital.

This is a city on the desert. From afar, the holy city where the Buddha is floating and floating on the yellow sea is very shocking.

After the two entered the Wangdu, they found that the lives of the people were very different from the outside grasslands. They were similar to the people in the Central Plains. They were doing various small businesses. They worked hard at the beginning of the day and died at sunset.

Ning Chen glanced at the magnificent Wangting building in the distance, and sneered with a sneer. He heard that after the death of the Emperor of Northern Mongolia, Wangting was in chaos, and several lords competed for the throne. Fan Lingyue was also born at this time. The earth wiped out all the resistance forces, and lifted the children of the previous emperor who were still in their infants to the throne, ending the civil strife in Northern Mongolia.

In this way, the little emperor of Northern Mongolia was just seven years old this year.

"The sand sword of Beimeng is about to be born. This king is going to see it, so don't pass it." At this moment, a flash of fine awn flashed in Prince Yan's eyes and said.

Hearing the words, Ning Chen showed a stun, and then nodded. Since his predecessor would not let him go, it means that he is not strong enough and may be dangerous in the past.

"How to contact?" Ning Chen asked.

"No, Ben Wang will find you" The words have not yet fallen, Prince Yan's figure has disappeared, and he rushed northward.

Ning Chen opened his mouth and finally shook his head helplessly. He had hoped that Prince Yan could do things with him now, and now it seems to depend on him.

It's a little difficult, but he can't wait forever. Daxia's situation is already at stake. Chang Sun still doesn't know what the headache is. He always has to do something.

As soon as he entered the king capital, he heard about the current situation of the two dynasties. Daxia ’s Tianmenguan was actually broken by Fan Lingyue. The 300,000 army commanders of Northern Mongolia drove straight in and blocked the three big Xia Wuhous from the customs. .

This is nothing worse than the news. Since the war between the two dynasties, Daxia ’s lost military strength has reached a terrible number, while the Northern Mongolian army has been almost intact.

The 200,000 people from Beizhangyuan and Yangui City, the 350,000 people who were buried by Zuo Qiusheng, and the 300,000 people who could no longer form a threat in the hands of the three martial princes. Live 300,000 soldiers and horses in northern Mongolia.

Among them, the biggest difference is that there is a Fanling Moon in Northern Mongolia, while Daxia does not.

This is a woman who can make an era with her own strength, and is already invincible.

Ning Chen didn't want Fan Lingyue to know that he was alive this time, but he didn't want to confront him head-on. Such a woman ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ He was also full of fear.

Since coming to this world, he has suffered several major losses, and even suffered several serious injuries and is dying. Basically, there is a shadow of Fan Yueyue.

She wanted to kill him, he wanted to kill her too, so simple, so simple that you can ignore everything.

Lovers are a **** that can be used.

According to the machete in Mingcheng's hands, he can basically conclude that the party that assassinated Changsun was originally from a love family, then it can also be concluded that this love family is also a dark chess hidden by all listening to the moon.

He wanted to go in and see what kind of place this lover was.

The love family is in the king capital of northern Mongolia. In this family of imperial power, where the family is like a dog and the dignitaries are everywhere, it is not very eye-catching.

However, the love family is a bit different from other families and dignitaries, the love family is not a single family in the true sense.

There are very few direct family members of lovers, and intermarriage is not allowed. As a result, there are fewer and fewer descendants of this line. Affectionate.

Regarding the traditions and rules of lovers, Ning Chen only wanted to say one word, yuck!

Close relatives get married and you will never die.

However, this also gave him a lot of convenience. For the continuation of the bloodline, the lovers basically refused to the real strongmen. In the future, as long as they contribute enough, they can give the surname.

He has no interest in this surname, and he went in to get a knife.

The love family is very large, very large, so big that it is surprising. Ning Chen entered the love family very high-profile, very arrogant, and directly entered. The twenty-year-old martial arts Qipin is really rare.

"Little Master is here to be a guest, call someone who can speak." Ning Chen held a broken iron sword in his hand and slammed it on the ground, rampantly facing the fallen person in front.