The soldier took a deep breath, slowly supported half of his body and begged for mercy and said, "Sir! The young man knows Harletu's fierce siege plan! General Lin, if you don't dislike it, the villain will tell you everything now..." Lin Miao squatted down, pressed his right hand on the man's head, and chuckled and said nothing.

The soldier immediately stammered: "General... General, what the villain said... are all the truth... you won't kill people for no reason, right..." Lin Miao snorted and shook his head: "The first time I didn't kill people is because I think this person has the opportunity to reform - although I don't like traitors, I won't vent my anger with other people's lives..."

The soldier immediately breathed a sigh of gratitude and slowly straightened his body to look at Lin Miao. Lin Miao slightly increased the strength of his hands and continued, "But don't think I'll let you go like this. I killed much more people than you imagined. If you really want to help the Han people, find an opportunity to go back to the city to see me - of course you can also not come back and continue to serve the Tartars, as long as I don't let me see you for the second time, do you understand?"

After saying that, Lin Miao patted the man's head, and the soldier immediately nodded like a pecking rice: "Don't worry, sir! Don't worry, sir! The villain must find a way to return to Qingtaochuan, thank you, thank you." Lin Miao touched his breath and said: "Brother Tingmu didn't kill him just now. You can go back after you recover... There are enough people dead, and it is a good thing to be able to live a few more."

Then Lin Miao walked towards the depths of the Shouma Gorge step by step. The other Khwarezm soldiers stopped on both sides and looked at Lin Miao silently. No one dared to make any moves. Those who didn't know thought they were lined up to welcome Lin Miao. Lin Miao walked out of the Shouma Gorge and looked at the Khwarezm vanishing in front of him. He sighed and smiled bitterly: "Brother Tingmu, I really underestimated you. If you are so injured, you can even lead Xiaoyu to break through the Tartars' forward line!"

After saying that, Lin Miao looked at the peaks on both sides, grabbed his hair and said silently: "Brother Tingmu is fine, but what about Aunt Luo? Where has she been? What's going now?" At this time, Luo Rui was panting, lying in the grass on the top of the mountain with blood, looking at the dazzling and quiet night sky with no eyes.

Nezha slowly pointed the golden spear at Luo Rui's throat and said, "Witch, you shouldn't have come here, this is the bottom line." Luo Rui chuckled and moved his throat: "I should have died long ago, but I didn't expect to die here. I don't know if Xiaoyu escaped... Cough cough... boy, I ask you... What kind of god are you in Dongyuan?"

Nezha's eyes raised a trace of dissatisfaction and curled his lips: "Don't judge people by their appearance. Maybe you are younger than me! As for what kind of immortal is the Sa family - do you really don't know, or pretend you don't know? Have you ever heard of the Sa family's name?" As Nezha slowly took away the golden spear in his hand, picked up his arm and stood aside.

Luo Rui looked at his broken left wing with great difficulty, took a deep breath, shook his head: "Actually, I should have died half a year ago... And I really don't know you... According to the rules of our demon world, you should tell me your name." Nezha put the golden spear on his shoulder and said, "I am the third prince of Nezha! You should have heard of it? The Sa family is not an unknown person."

Luo Rui laughed dryly after hearing this, closed his eyes with relief and said, "It turns out to be His Highness the Third Prince! I have heard of you three heads and six arms, but I haven't seen you... Third Prince, I lost so much." Nezha shook his head, "My Qiankun Circle is like Huntian Ling... But there is no need. After all, you don't dare to use all your strength, so I have slowly consumed your strength."

Luo Rui snorted, opened his eyes and looked at the beautiful night sky: "This is not important, I lost anyway... I thought I was just a mere messenger, but I didn't expect that it was your third prince who came in person... Even if I was in full force, I could not defeat you. If I was defeated in your hands, I accepted..."

At this time, a woman smiled and interrupted, "Oh Rose, this is not like your style! You will admit defeat?" Nezha was shocked when he heard someone talking, but Luo Rui was surprised to sit up with his eyes wide open and said in a trembling voice: "Master...Master...How could it be you...you...are you...are you... already...dead..."

Avdili walked slowly to Luo Rui with a wicked smile, reached out to hold her head and snorted: "Rose, I have died once, but I have crawled back from hell again." Luo Rui could only look at his bloody chest with shock, neither daring to look up at Avdili, nor knowing how to answer her.

Afudili quickly took away and held Luo Rui's right hand, then put her hands on her hips and looked at Nezha and shouted: "You kid, you know what's right, get out quickly, so that others can tell you that I'm bullying you, this baby, do you know how to cut it?" Luo Rui seemed to be punched in the back by someone. Afudili's authentic Sichuan dialect caught her a little off guard.

Luo Rui looked at his legs in confusion and murmured, "How did the master become like this? Is she... fake?" Nezha looked at Afdili with some confusion and said, "Are you... accomplices with her? Look at you two look a bit similar..." Afdili raised her head and waved her hand: "I am her master, I know where are you wild kids from? Look at your disgraceful look! You dare to touch my subordinates, live impatiently, right?"

Nezha pointed the golden gun in his hand at Afudili and shook his head: "Terror, just speak well, and your mouth is clean, don't think that Sajia doesn't understand Sichuan dialect! Seeing that your virtue is similar to her, I advise you not to make things boring." Afudili glared at Nezha and suddenly waved her hand to grab Nezha's face.

Nezha used a golden spear to block Afudili's right claw with a plain face. Afudili was blocked by him and tilted her body. Then Nezha lowered her wrist and pressed her gun against Afudili's shoulder. Afudili couldn't take another step forward - even though she had used all her strength, she still couldn't push Nezha at all.
Chapter completed!