I draw red envelopes in Wanjie

146 Threat
"My son seems to have a plan."

Yan Lingji likes a man who is domineering and strategic in front of her. She obviously has a lot of strength, but she will not be self-righteous.

"My son Han Fei and I are friends. Ji Wuye is so powerful now that he is afraid of the Korean royal family. Someone will deal with him soon."

Chen Feng wins the ticket.

"You now pass on something to Ji Wuye."

"what?"

"Bai Yifei's ashes."

"The son is good or bad."

"I've got worse."

"Well, sir, don't."

……

"General, Xuan Ming has sent a jar."

It was night, and the people of Hundred Birds brought something to Ji Wuye.

"What is it?" Ji Wuye frowned, Xuan Ming still dared to send something at this time, he must have no good intentions.

"Yes... ashes." Vulture's face was a little uncomfortable.

"Ashes?"

The general scolded the bad luck, "What does this mean, provocation?"

"General, there is a note inside, I haven't read it yet."

The vulture shook the note out with internal force and landed on the table.

After opening, the above content made the pupils of the two shrink.

"The blood-clad prince will eventually become bones and be buried thickly."

A few simple words, but they made their hearts jump, and some couldn't believe it.

This ashes, is it difficult...

Their scalps were numb, and with Bai Yifei's strength, how could they have died.

Ji Wuye was irritable, and hurriedly said: "Go to Xueyibao and ask, where is Bai Yifei?"

"Yes."

After the vulture left, Ji Wuye looked at the ashes, his face changing constantly.

"Report, a mysterious master sent two swords."

Suddenly, someone rushed to report.

When Ji Wuye saw two swords, one black and one white, he couldn't help taking half a step back despite his state of mind, completely shocked.

He knew these two swords and had seen them more than once.

It is the sword of the bloody lord!
At this moment, the matching sword appears, the owner is not there, and there is a jar of white bones next to it.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, and this time he was really frightened.

"Xuan Ming!"

"Xuan Ming!"

He muttered to himself and couldn't help scolding: "Damn Xuanming!"

His chest rose and fell violently like a bellows, and he was about to explode!

The dignified Bloody Marquis, one of the four murderous generals under his command, and the most powerful Bai Yifei, actually died like this?
The sword is in the man.

Without even the sword in hand, the possibility of Bai Yifei's survival is too small.

Crackling!

There was a shattering sound in the room, and Ji Wuye, who was angry, smashed everything he could see.

He hates it.

Bai Yifei died, like breaking his arm.

It hurts so much!
After venting for a long time, Ji Wuye's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he began to calm down.

"How could this bastard be killed, is it because of Tian Ze?"

Ji Wuye clenched his fists, his bones rattling.

"Who will do it? It's unlikely that several Yan Jun and Ghost King appeared in Xuan Ming. Could it be..."

His eyes shrank suddenly, and he said with great fear: "This Lord of Xuanming is so terrifying, who else we have to fight alone is his opponent."

"Report, General, I found a note in Snow Clothes Fort."

Paper again.

The general's eyelids twitched, obviously suppressing his anger.

"The Marquis in Bloody Clothes, the Emerald Tiger on the Stone, the Banshee in the Blue Sea, and the Clothes under the Moon."

Among them, the blood-robed Hou was painted with a stroke.

It means death!
"Dare to threaten this general!"

The blue veins burst out on the general's forehead, and the force exploded in his hand, and the note instantly shattered.

Xuan Ming was too arrogant, using the names of his four murderous generals to threaten him in turn.

Once he shoots, kill the next one.

Emerald Tiger?

Ji Wuye's eyes widened, trembling violently.

He is doing intense mental activity.

Anger made him want to immediately send an army to destroy Xuan Ming.

Reason tells him not to be impulsive, once his subordinates are dealt with, he will fall into a dangerous situation.

After a long time, his hoarse voice sounded.

"Come here, let the mobilized army return to the camp immediately."

He gave up.

Before he was sure, he wasn't going to fight Xuan Ming again, the price was too great.

A large-scale operation against Xuan Ming, because one of the four murderous generals fell, Ji Wuye threw the mouse and stopped it.

Chen Feng was not surprised when he got the news.

The other party is a general, and his position of power is the most important thing. There is time to deal with Xuan Ming. There is no direct conflict of interests between the two sides, and it will not be a life-and-death situation.

But this time it got him.

Next, Xuan Ming will let Ji Wuye understand that some people are not so easy to touch.

The days gradually calmed down a little, but in fact the undercurrent surged more violently.

Xuanming Yanjun left three, Chen Feng stepped up his training, and within a year, eight reappeared.

The ghost king level has increased by two to four, and other levels have also improved.

The number of official members of Xuan Ming exceeded [-], and even if he fought with Ji Wuye directly, it was no longer false.

Chen Feng was still accumulating strength, and was not in a hurry to fight Ye Mu.

In his opinion, Xuan Ming doesn't need to intervene excessively in matters of South Korea, he just needs to contribute to the flames secretly.

He wants to learn the Yin-Yang family, strategize and influence the situation in this world.

It's a lot more fun than going it alone.

The morning sun is very bright, the air is clear, and the crisp chirping of birds makes the mountains seem even more quiet.

Yan Lingji lay lazily on Chen Feng's chest, her fingers drew circles unconsciously, and her beautiful eyes were filled with happiness.

It's really easy to stay with Chen Feng, you don't need to worry about too much, and you don't need to wander around.

Moreover, she understands that Chen Feng can also help her to do many things that she cannot do.

"It's almost time, send someone to pick up someone."

"That friend of yours?"

"Ah."

……

Song Hai and Han Fei left their teacher and Li Si and returned to the country on a white horse.

With his wisdom, he can see through the situation in the world, which country is strong, which country is weak, who is prosperous and who is declining, at a glance.

His younger brother Li Si chose the most promising and most powerful state of Qin.

He chose South Korea, which is weak and unchanging.

It's not that he likes to challenge difficult things.

Just because this is his country, his hometown, and his relatives.

Even though he knew that there was little hope of making it change, he couldn't help but try and break through the southern wall without looking back.

Maybe this kind of life makes sense.

Han Fei put aside his worries, indulged in the mountains and rivers, drinking and enjoying the scenery, he understood that such opportunities were running out.

A group of chariots suddenly found him.

"What's the matter with you?" Han Fei looked at each other unexpectedly.

"My lord, we were sent by Mr. Chen Feng to pick you up. We have delicious food and wine in the car."

The driver said politely, this is a friend of their lord emperor, so he was afraid of being slighted.

As soon as Han Fei heard the wine and thought of Chen Feng's spirits, he threw away the jug on his body and laughed: "Brother Chen knows that I have endured light wine for half a year, and it is specially prepared for me."

He walked into the carriage, and there was a pile of wine jugs in it, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

The rest of the way, Han Fei was drunk and singing, and he was happy.

(End of this chapter)