Daming: After self-explosive time travel, Lao Zhu's mentality collapsed

Chapter 593 Modified Zabamu

The next moment, Zabamu moved.

Before Bamutu could even react, he was slapped hard on the face.

That big hand suddenly grabbed Bamutu's neck.

Bamutu's breath was instantly taken away.

Bamutu struggled subconsciously. He gasped for breath and tried to break away the hand on his stomach.

But the hand on his stomach was like a steel bar.

He couldn't break it open no matter what.

Zabamu used his arms slightly to lift the person up.

"Bamutu, don't you think you have caused enough chaos? If you hadn't spoken without thinking, would Chu Ze have caught the problem? If you hadn't been impulsive, would this prince have been at a disadvantage? I told you, yesterday I, Wa Ci, have suffered a loss of face, and the entire responsibility lies with you!
I warn you, if you don't restrain yourself, I will kill you first without Chu Ze taking action. "

Zhabamu snorted coldly and threw him on the bed.

As Zhabamu's iron-clamp-like hand loosened, Bamutu's neck was freed, and suddenly and instantly, an earth-shattering cough erupted in the room.

He covered his neck and looked at Zabamu in horror.

He clearly felt Zhabamu's murderous intention just now.

He really wanted to kill himself.

Bamutu didn't even care about the wound that was bleeding again, and subconsciously shrank into the bed.

Zabamu looked on coldly.

The masked man stepped forward and handed a square handkerchief to Zhabamu.

Zabamu took it and wiped his fingers carefully.

While wiping it, he warned: "I will only say some things once. Next time, it won't be so easy." He glanced at Bamutu's bleeding wound, waved to call his subordinates, and pointed at Bamutu's leg. He ordered, "bandage him."

After that, Zabamu turned and left.

The masked man followed and left together.

Just before the masked man was about to walk out of the room, a disdainful voice came from behind: "Bitch, bah!"

The masked man paused, turned around and glanced at Bamutu with a sinister look.

Under Bamutu's unyielding gaze, he smiled strangely and then stepped out of the room.

Bamutu was injured on the spot by Chu Ze, but the Ming Emperor turned a blind eye. Zhabamu felt that his status and Wasi's face had been strongly provoked.

He was already in a bad mood, and Bamutu, the culprit, was not aware of it.

He caused trouble for him everywhere and showed no signs of repentance.

Zhabam even regretted a little. If he had known that Bamutu could cause trouble, he should not have brought Bamutu here in the first place.

At this time, Zhabam had long forgotten that it was his idea to take Bamutu to Yingtian.

He originally wanted to suppress Daming.

Unexpectedly, he kicked the iron plate.

Instead of suppressing others, it actually hurts myself.

Zhabamu punched the table with a sinister look on his face. The teacup on the table jumped up and fell to the ground, breaking into countless pieces.

When the masked man came in, he happened to see this scene.

The masked man silently stepped forward and picked up the pieces.

"Why should the prince bother with a rough guy like Bamutu?" the masked man comforted softly.

Zabamu looked up when he heard the sound.

His eyes were dark and he glanced at the masked man: "Come here."

The masked man walked over obediently.

Zhabamu ordered in a cold voice: "Take off the mask."

The masked man took off his mask obediently.

As soon as she took off the mask, she received a hard slap on the face.

The masked man was caught off guard, covering his face and looking at Zabamu in surprise.

Zhabamu retracted his hand and warned in a cold voice: "Keep all your little thoughts away from me. If you dare to make your own decisions again, I don't mind killing you." As the eldest prince of Wasi, he could have as many women as he wanted. How much, it doesn't have to be her.

Especially this woman was so ambitious that she even tried to use him to deal with Daming.

This particularly displeased him.

He can deal with Daming, but he must be willing to do so, rather than being pushed and forced into battle by someone.

The masked man lowered his eyes, hiding his unwilling gaze, and admitted his mistake in a low voice: "It was my fault, please forgive me, prince."

Zhabamu looked at her coldly. After a moment, he snorted coldly and said, "I won't do it next time." This meant that he didn't care anymore.

The masked man breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that she will be more low-key in her actions from now on. If she really makes Zabamu angry, she will be the only one who loses more than she gains.

The masked man suppressed the hatred in his heart and asked Zabamu in his usual gentle voice: "But Prince, now that Ming has such an attitude, what should we do?"

Daming's contempt and Chu Ze's arrogance deeply aroused Zabamu's nerves.

But the purpose of his trip has not yet been achieved.

If I go back now, I will fall short.

But just staying like this made him feel very unhappy.

But there is still no way.

I really feel like a coward.

But I can't stand this anger for long.

When his goal is achieved, he will kill Chu Ze no matter what to eliminate today's hatred.

……

Chaotang.

Zhabamu, who had not appeared for several days, appeared again.

The people around me have changed.

Bamutu's leg injury was not healed, and Zabamu thought he was embarrassed, so he did not take him to the court.

Chu Ze looked at Zabamu, whose face remained as before, as if nothing unpleasant had happened before, and he felt quite calm.

In the past few days, he has been ordered to keep an eye on each other.

As long as the other party makes any changes, he has reason to take them.

No matter what, humiliation is always okay.

But the other party didn't give him a chance at all.

what a pity.

But if this person comes to court today, he is probably ready to take action.

Chu Ze still had some expectations.

Zhabamu ignored Chu Ze's wanton gaze and talked calmly to Zhu Yuanzhang: "Your Majesty the Ming Emperor, Xiao Wang's lax discipline has caused his subordinates to offend the second prince. Today, Xiao Wang is here to apologize to His Highness, and also invites His Highness Forgive me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the court looked at Zabamu subconsciously.

This person actually apologized?

Is your attitude still so sincere? ?

Why does it feel like a weasel paying New Year greetings to a chicken?

Chilling.

Chu Ze looked at Zabamu with a slightly more serious look. He was analyzing the man's purpose in saying these words.

Zhu Yuanzhang also glanced at Zabamu several times.

Zhabamu, on the other hand, stroked his chest and lowered his head slightly in the direction of Zhu Xi. This was the highest etiquette among their Waqi brothers.

Then all of a sudden, Zhu Xi couldn't fix it.

How would he answer now?

Does it seem that they are being too stingy by continuing to make things difficult?

If you say it doesn't matter, will you fall into another trap and give the other party a clue?

Zhu Xi looked at Chu Ze subconsciously.

Chu Ze received the look and nodded towards him.

Zhu Xi understood.

An impeccably polite smile appeared on his face: "Prince Zabamu is too polite. It's just a small misunderstanding. His Highness is not so stingy."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Highness."

This matter is over.

Next, it was Zabamu who made his move.

Zhabamu said: "Xiao Wang has heard about the reputation of the Ming Dynasty in the grassland. Just some time ago, Xiao Wang also heard that the Ming Dynasty attacked the Tatars in one fell swoop and drove the Tatars deep into the grassland. Speaking of which, thanks to We must defeat the Ming Dynasty, otherwise I, Wa Ci, would not be able to defeat the Tatars so easily."

(End of this chapter)