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Seeing that he was silent, Deyang lowered his eyes again. The light in his eyes flashed slightly, as if he was a little angry, and as if he was a little confused. The carriage was a little silent. She was already clear about what Xiahou Yongli wanted to express. Looking at her expression, she seemed to be a little angry, and a hint of displeasure rose in his heart.

After a while, Deyang said, "You don't have to doubt the Emperor of the Great Shang."

As soon as he said that, Xiahou Yongli's breath sank a little. Deyangneng sensed the condensation of his breath and said lightly: "This is related to my Dahuang's territory and people, and we must not just defend him. Even if we have become a big Shang Dynasty and the territory and people have not changed, so the essence cannot be changed! He... will not make such mistakes in this kind of thing."

Xiahou Yongli's temple jumped slightly a few times. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said calmly: "Isn't it his fault to appoint someone like Xie Wenzong?"

Deyang's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly, and then his lips were pursed tightly, and he stopped talking.

Yes, it is his fault to appoint such a person.

But at the beginning, Xie Wenzong was also the prime minister of Dahuang, and Qin Ziyue just used it. How could she say it wrong?

After all, the son never talks about his father’s fault!

Seeing her silent, Xiahou Yongli couldn't help but get angry. What does this mean? At this point, she is still protecting him!

Just as I was thinking, I heard a loud rumbling outside, and chaos suddenly rose around me. The surrounding swamp mud splashed more than three feet high, and it fell like raindrops.

Xiahou Yongli was still angry, so he hurriedly protected Deyang as soon as possible, then jumped out and hugged her and landed on his horse's back.

The two looked out and saw each other wearing hideous and terrifying green dragon masks, surrounded everyone. They were holding a pitch-black rope in their hands, which was condensed with iron chains, which was very strong. When they looked closely, there was a dark red and shiny thing on it. I don’t know what it was, but I was shocked to see it, and I thought it was not a good thing.

Deyang sat on the horse, looked carefully at the other party's shape and rope, and then he looked at him. Then he realized that some of them seemed to have fallen into the rope, some covering their arms, some covering their shoulders, and some covering their legs. They all showed an unbearable look of pain on their faces. They just gritted their teeth and refused to make a sound, but they were still alert to each other with blue veins on their foreheads.

"There is poisonous on the rope!" Deyang whispered.

Xiahou Yongli said "yes" and then looked at Bai Jinfeng. He saw that he was frowning and showed disgust on his face, so he answered: "Don't worry, Jinfeng has a solution."

Deyang glanced at Bai Jinfeng and muttered in his heart. His face was wrinkled like a bun. Is there any way?

When the people from the Qinglong tribe saw Xiahou Yongli and Deyang, they immediately changed their formation, as if they wanted to attack immediately. The people brought by Mo Gui's secret guards also began to gather here. They were not the people from Beishan, and they were not sure. They were all dead soldiers. They followed Xiahou Yongli all the way, fighting to protect each other and never took a step back.

"Hmph, Prince Yun Qian!" Seeing Xiahou Yongli, the Qinglong Colonel could feel the bright eyes behind the mask through the mask, and greedily blood-sucking!

Xiahou Yongli hugged Deyang tightly, held the reins with one hand, and smiled leisurely: "You have the intention to follow this all the way."

"Hmph!" Qinglongling snorted coldly and said coldly, "For the sake of you being the prince of a country, I just choose a better tomb place for you!"

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