"For Zhou Sen..."

"Yes."

"Can...can...make me live a little longer..." Master Ye Rong spit out blood in big mouthfuls.

"You beg me?" Jiutian Xuannv was stunned and frowned. With Master Ye Rong's identity, it was impossible to beg for it unless there was something very important that had not been explained.

"Yes... it won't take too long...he...he is here..." Master Ye Rong showed a wonderful smile on his face. At this time, she actually sensed a familiar breath.

"No one can save you." Jiutian Xuannv's voice was cold.

"Ahem... I know... one stick of incense is enough..." Master Ye Rong's speech became more and more difficult.

"good."

The Nine Heavens Xuannv slowly pulled away from the Sword of the Soul-Shredding Sword, and a strange scene appeared. The wound seemed to be bound by a strange force, and there was no blood overflowing. However, Master Ye Rong's face was like purple gold.

Master Ye Rong slowly turned around, and finally, she saw the Nine Heavens Xuannv, a tall and graceful woman. Unfortunately, she could not see the facial features of the Nine Heavens Xuannv, because a black veil enveloped the Nine Heavens Xuannv, full of mystery...

Under the gaze of Master Ye Rong, the Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl left and melted into the darkness, as if she had never appeared before.

The master of the Huns' prairie fell to the ground.

The battle, I don’t know when it stopped, the battlefield of killing was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Zhou Sen discovered Master Ye Rong who was sitting on the ground. He saw that Master Ye Rong was already exhausted and could die at any time.

Master Ye Rong looked at Zhou Sen, with two pairs of eyes staring at each other.

"Who is it?" Zhou Sen stared at Master Ye Rong.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Girl." Master Ye Rong's mouth showed a helpless bitter smile.

"Where is the person?" Zhou Sen was shocked.

"Go away."

"What can I do to help."

"No, he is here." Master Ye Rong looked into the distance, and his grey face actually shone with dazzling brilliance. His blue eyes shot out his eyes, just like the girl who was seventeen or eighteen years old, looking forward, gentle, and joy.

Suddenly, the entire Sima Tower became quiet. No one knew that the blonde and blue-eyed woman fell to the ground in front of Zhou Sen was Master Ye Rong, the king of Xiongnu martial arts.

The murderous Sima Lou became quiet without warning.

Quietness is suffocating.

People hold their breath and listen.

In the distance, the sound of iron hooves was endless, galloping towards us, and the sound was loud, as fast as lightning and thunder. From far to near, the earth was shaking.

Everyone's face changed.

Lu Futou looked dead.

The people around him moved aside, and thousands of cavalry poured into Sima Tower like a tide.

Heavy armored strong cavalry.

The thick and huge shield, the snow-white and sharp sabers, and the all-colored black armor emitted a brilliant and cold light under the brilliant light, which was daunting.

A tall and majestic middle-aged man and a slender, white-faced middle-aged man dismounted. He surrounded dozens of strong men like towers and came to Zhou Sen. Lu Axe behind Zhou Sen had already kneeled on the ground.

Today, the Lord of Nine Five.

Looking at the majestic man with a majestic face, almost everyone guessed his identity. In the Han Empire, no one could have such a pomp.

Thousands of martial arts people and superpowers were silent and did not dare to move at all.

The white-faced middle-aged man was the empire's great general Shen Wuyuan.

At this time, General Wu Yuan stared at Master Ye Rong on the ground in a daze, and Master Ye Rong looked at him affectionately.

Time and space seem to have solidified.

The two looked at each other, and time seemed to have returned to the grassland with blue sky and white clouds. They were galloping side by side on the grassland, and the laughter like silver bells spread throughout every corner of the grassland...

"You...you...why are you here?" General Wu Yuan walked to Master Ye Rong with heavy steps, embraced Master Ye Rong into his arms, and his powerful power flowed into Master Ye Rong's soft body.

"I want to see you." Master Ye Rong raised his white wrist and gently stroked General Wu Yuan's cheek, "It's been more than a hundred years, and you are still the same."

"Why are you coming? I said, it's very dangerous here!" General Wu Yuan's body trembled.

"I always thought that you were intimidating me... I never thought... I never thought that the Han Empire was really hidden... I was so embarrassed..." Master Ye Rong's speech became more and more difficult, and his chest was rising and falling sharply. General Wuyuan tried to protect her heart, but to no avail. Master Ye Rong's life seemed to pass by little between the general's fingers.

"You...you..."

"I don't regret it. I can know the general's intentions and die in the general's arms. I have no regrets in this life." Master Ye Rong's speech suddenly became smooth.

"Why are you doing?" General Wu Yuan looked careless. He knew that Ye Rong was just looking back.

"General, the Huns..." Master Ye Rong looked at General Wuyuan with a look of hope.

"I will do my best."

General Wuyuan was sad and could not make a specific promise. At the beginning, he left Master Ye Rong to form a balance for the Xiongnu clan and the border of Wuchao City. This balance ushered in more than a hundred years of peace for the Xiongnu. Now, if Master Ye Rong died, then, if the balance is broken, everything will change. Even he cannot control the development of the frontier trend. After all, he is the general of the Han Empire, and everything is centered on the interests of the Han Empire.

Back then, General Wuyuan and Master Ye Rong had an agreement that Master Ye Rong would not step into the Han Empire in this life. Master Ye Rong only now realized that General Wuyuan was working hard to protect her.

In the Han Empire, there were many masters, many sects of cultivating gods, and Master Ye Rong could come and go freely.

Unfortunately, when Master Ye Rong understood General Wu Yuan’s painstaking efforts, everything was too late.

In the world, many things can be repeated, but life cannot.

"Thank you..." Master Ye Rong's blue eyes became empty and dull, and his fair neck fell weakly. However, there was a smile of satisfaction on the corner of her mouth, which made people feel inexplicably strange.

"Get a good rest." General Wu Yuan looked sad. This woman bears too much responsibility. Death may be a relief...

"General's Day." Zhou Sen had already seen General Wu Yuan's identity.

"You are Zhou Sen!" General Wu Yuan picked up Master Ye Rong's body, stood up, and looked at Zhou Sen lightly.

"Yes, general." Zhou Sen bent down and bowed down to salute without being humble. The war god of the Han Empire was indeed well-known. Even if he was in sadness, his emotions were still controlled freely.

"Your pomp is quite big. The emperor wants to see you, but he actually wants to come in person." General Wu Yuan glanced at the heroes around him and snorted coldly.

"Haha, if the emperor had said that he was the emperor earlier, Zhou Sen would have been so excited that he would have cried and crawled to see him. Emperor He Lao was here in person." Zhou Sen glanced at the emperor who had been silent and laughed.

The emperor did not speak, and his deep eyes looked at the corpses everywhere, looking thoughtful.

"Axe, get up, let's go." General Wuyuan summoned.

"Yes, General." Lu Fu stood up and still lowered his head respectfully.

Under the eyes of countless martial arts figures and superpowers, the iron hooves shook, and the strong army-elevated heavy cavalry came and went quickly, disappearing into the night like a tide...

The emperor's personal meeting put a sacred halo for Zhou Sen. The legend about Zhou Sen was spreading the world. When the teahouse and restaurant, the storyteller mentioned Zhou Sen, he even flew everywhere and looked like a dance.

There were only two people in the huge imperial study room, quiet.

The current emperor of the Han Empire.

Zhou Sen.

Zhou Sen had already changed into a clean set of clothes, his long flying hair was tied up, and his wild and tough aura disappeared, replaced by his elegant temperament.

From beginning to end, the emperor didn't speak, and his deep eyes stared at Zhou Sen, as if he wanted to see through Zhou Sen's internal organs.

Zhou Sen did not look at the emperor, and made tea on his own, neither humble nor arrogant, and calm.

Finally, the emperor couldn't help but speak.

"You can get the conditions."

"No need." Zhou Sen shook his head lightly.

“Why?”

"If I stay, I may not see the sun tomorrow."

"Jian Qianjun is dead." The emperor suddenly said.

"Oh." Zhou Sen's face showed a lonely look. He didn't know what agreement he had with the Jian family, but all of this disappeared because of the death of the owner of the Jian family. The secret between the bandit Zhou Sen and the Jian family is likely to never be solved. Of course, this has become meaningless to Zhou Sen. Knowing and not knowing the secret will not change any ending.

"Are you surprised?" the emperor was stunned.

"I was surprised if he didn't die." Zhou Sen sighed.

"If you need help, I can..."

"Thank you." Zhou Sen filled the emperor with tea. The fragrance of tea was filled with the imperial study, which made people feel refreshed.

"Don't forget, I am the king of a country!" The emperor frowned, and a trace of despised anger appeared in his eyes.

"Even if you are a noble emperor, you cannot protect every one of your people."

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you in anger?" the emperor snorted coldly.

"The emperor killed someone Zhou, which will only make the relatives hurt and the enemy happy." Zhou Sen tasted a sip of fragrant tea with a pleasant look on his face.

"As expected, General Wu Yuan said, you will not stay in the court." The emperor sighed.

"General, he is a smart man."
To be continued...