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The prince returned home, ate and drank well, and slept for three days before he fully recovered.

The only flaw is a faint dark circle under the eye, which seems to greatly affect the image of His Royal Highness.

The good young master from aristocratic family had a light bruise on one eye socket, which made Jiang Ni, who assassinated him, laugh at him.

As a personal maid, Jiang Ni knew very well that the only person who dared to beat His Highness the Crown Prince in Beiliang was the man who had once unintentionally broken into the palace and successfully left.

He didn't leave immediately, but before leaving, he seemed to have exchanged something with Xu Xiao for one of His Royal Highness's maids.

Sometimes Jiang Ni thinks about how much better it would be if she had come a few years earlier and been favored by that person and been replaced.

At least, you don't have to face the man who destroyed your country so often.

Far away in Beimang, Tilapia was not in a hurry to return to Beiliang. Instead, he answered questions for the maid group every day and solved the puzzles they encountered during their cultivation.

If he doesn't go back, some people can't sit still.

Far away in Beiliang, Xu Xiao was prepared to make a big deal out of the tilapia lion and sent someone to his house to ask for a finished red cannon.

When I learned that tilapia was out, I didn’t take it seriously at first.

But as the days passed, he experienced the assassination of Zijin Lou Yu and Wei Wei, Xu Fengnian and Chu Lushan's scheming, Lin Tanhua cursed and assassinated, the old man at the bottom of the lake escaped from trouble, and Jian Jiuhuang left the Emperor Wu City.

Tilapia still didn't come back, and Xu Xiao finally couldn't sit still.

The cavalry of Beiliang is the best in the world, but some people remember that nine out of ten households in Beiliang have no sons.

Although exaggerated, it also illustrates the number of young people killed in battle in Beiliang.

Although flintlock muskets can be imitated, due to the limitations of the times, the power and speed of imitation are ultimately not as good as expected.

The red cannon gave Xu Xiao hope that a few men from Beiliang would die less.

However, hope appeared, and Tilapia's crude drawings, like children's doodles, once again extended the hope indefinitely.

For the sake of peace in the world, Xu Xiao even endured the murder of his wife and did not raise an army to rebel, which shows his broadmindedness.

Now that there was hope that a few people would die in Beiliang, he was mentally prepared for the tilapia lion to open his mouth.

He had even thought that even if Tilapia asked for a maid from Wutong Garden again, he would agree without hesitation.

Moreover, he was mentally prepared that even if his son's favorite bluebird, ginger mud, would be given to Tilapia as long as he asked for it, he would give it to him.

Even if his son beats him up afterwards and doesn't understand him, he can still endure it.

Beiliang is not only my own Beiliang, but also Beiliang that countless Beiliang cavalry protect with their lives.

Make your own mental preparations. What's annoying is that when others leave home and don't return home, your mental preparations are in vain, and you'll be very angry.

A month has passed, and the weather on this day was good. The wind was sunny and the breeze was blowing on my cheeks, which was particularly comfortable.

Also on this day, a figure in gray and a figure in red quietly landed outside the East China Sea Emperor Wu City.

"C-level mission, Jian Jiuhuang, go all the way."

The moment a man and a woman entered Emperor Wu's city, they immediately attracted countless people's attention.

Again, the height of a tilapia measuring two meters one meter is absolutely rare in this world, and everyone subconsciously looks at it as a rare sight.

The youthful, beautiful and charming sweet potato attracts much less attention than the tilapia.

"Master, are there weapons on the city wall?" Hongshu followed Tilapia slightly, remembering that he had just seen the densely packed weapons on the city wall, Hongshu subconsciously spoke.

"You are right, they are all weapons left behind by Wang Xianzhi's defeat in the challenge." One after another, the two came to a wine stall and sat down, and Tilapia said in a deep voice.

As a warrior, he felt an inexplicable pressure from the moment he entered the city.

That's not the real pressure. The weapons on that wall, the person who defeated the owner of the weapons and left those weapons behind, the pressure comes from him.

Hongshu called the waiter and ordered a pot of tea and a few snacks, while Tilapia remained silent and stared in the direction of the wall of Emperor Wu's city.

He didn't know if he could defeat Wang Xianzhi if he didn't use other worldly abilities and just used martial arts.

Seeing his master in a daze, Hongshu obediently poured him a cup of tea, then stood quietly behind him.

She knew that the owner disliked the wine outside, so even when she went to the tavern, Hongshu still thoughtfully asked for a pot of tea.

Even the worst tea masters don't dislike it, but the so-called tea masters never look down upon it.

"Sweet potato..., you said... after fighting Jian Jiuhuang, master, do you want to have a fight with Wang Xianzhi?" His fingers tapped on the table unconsciously, the tea in the bowl became cold, and the sweet potato was immediately poured out and poured again.

After several times, Tilapia finally looked away from the city wall and spoke quietly.

"Whether or not you want to fight Wang Xianzhi is the master's business. Hongshu is a slave. You just need to take care of the master. I don't know anything else." He poured out the cold tea again, and the soft and waxy voice of Hongshu was as comforting as ever.

The conversation between the two was not quiet, which attracted the attention of other warriors in the wine stall.

Some people sneered, some people sneered with disdain, but neither of them took it seriously.

At this moment, Tilapia was only thinking about whether to touch Wang Xianzhi. Hongshu only saw the owner, and outsiders could not see him at all.

Unfortunately, some people, the more you ignore them, the more they like to bite their noses in their faces.

"Some people, their methods are not very good, but their words are really powerful.

Challenge Wang Xianzhi to become famous, even the Twelve Martial Slaves may not be able to pass.

If you die, hehe!" The strange voice reached the ears of the two of them. Tilapia drank tea leisurely, as if he didn't hear it.

However, the next moment, the wine stall exploded with a burst of golden light, and in a moment, a golden long knife had penetrated the man's head.

"My master ignores you. As a slave, I don't mind dealing with people who gossip.

Anyone else who wants to say something can just come in and say it, and I will take care of it all."

After a sudden change and shock, the wine stall patrons suddenly grabbed the weapons on the table, and in the next second, they all ran away.

A group of people who can kill three levels instantly with one move don't think they are the opponent of the female devil.

"Pah, pah, pah..." Clapping his hands, Tilapia praised: "The golden light transformed into a long sword, and penetrated the head with one blow.

Speaking of martial arts talent, you are much better than those in the maid group.

Not bad! Not bad!

As expected of my little sweet potato, you are very decisive."

Little Hongshu, who had been so decisive in killing just now and was so cool, suddenly turned red when she heard the compliment. She lowered her head slightly and became a good girl again. She said modestly: "Master is joking. Compared with my sisters, Hongshu is not good at all."

It’s not even close.”

As the sweet potato went crazy, a group of people hurried away from the wine stall.

Not long after, someone came and took away the man's body and buried it.

From the beginning to the end, no one investigated why Tilapia killed people, and no one even looked at him.

This is Emperor Wu's City. As long as you don't attack the local people, no one will care about the life or death of those in the city.

There are people who come and go in the world, the legendary sword god Li Chungang, who has one man and one city, Wang Xianzhi who guards the Tianmen, the peach blossom sword god, the official in blue, and the martial arts reviewer. However, most of them are mediocre people at the bottom.

Wuwei is an ordinary martial artist.

The reincarnation of the White Emperor, the reincarnation of Zhenwu, the reincarnation of Lu Zu, and great luck have nothing to do with them.

Fighting and killing every day, for fame and fortune, for the so-called loyalty of the world, for a chance to get ahead, and drawing swords against each other when they disagree, this is the bottom level of the world.

Compared to those who come and go, those at the bottom live a more quaint life.

After a while, Tilapia drank the second bowl of tea. A thin old man dressed in rags, carrying a long bag and holding a yellow horse, finally mustered up the courage to walk into Emperor Wu's city again after decades.
Chapter completed!