At the intersection of the green grass and the sky, a ball of red color was spreading everywhere. After a long time, bright light finally broke through the thick clouds and poured on the tender grass buds wrapped in dew.?

The dawn came again as promised, causing the light to fill the universe, as if to drive away all unknown things in the darkness.

Another ordinary night has passed.

But the vast grassland has undergone a huge change in this just passed night. The burnt corpses are everywhere at the foot of Yangjiao Mountain, and the eagles and birds coming everywhere are looking for food endlessly. The final place of battle has become a paradise for wild wolves.

The Khan Court at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains has also changed its owner, and Jinhu'er is living above the Khan's seat, listening to the battle situation of the generals in the tribe for pursuing other tribes.

After a long time, Jinhu'er, who had a strong brow and frowned, retreated from the people around him, and paced back and forth in the wide King of Khan's house with his hands.

Once upon a time, when he was a prisoner in Yangqu City, while sitting quietly and thinking about gaining nothing, Jinhu'er would slowly walk back and forth because this would make him feel that he was still alive.

Since you are still alive, there will be a way.

After walking a few reincarnations, Jinhu'er looked at the short couch above the dome, and his eyes were filled with recollection. His father Khan was there, wielding his pride and swaying like a tiger while chatting and laughing. At that time, he was still a child who was a child and knew not to fight for power or seize power. He only knew that the elders were orderly, and he would naturally inherit the position of Khan from Muzart, and he would eventually become a free and happy wise king.

Unfortunately, how could such a satisfactory thing happen in the imperial family? Yangqu City made Jinhuer understand a truth. After enjoying the glory and wealth that ordinary people cannot touch, it means that he has to endure more suffering. Therefore, he did not complain too much during the days of becoming a prisoner. He really changed the idea that he had been rooted in his heart since childhood, but saw the Barth tribe's downfall and embarrassment. So, an unspeakable unwillingness in his heart was that the green grass on the grassland could not be suppressed and grew wildly.

That's why today, Jinhu'er tried hard to defeat his dissidents and ascends to the throne of this great khan. Since God gave him this opportunity as he wished, how could he waste it in vain?

Whenever he thought of this, Jinhu'er would feel inexplicable surging in his heart. Even if he tried repeatedly to calm down, he would not reveal anyone's face, but his heart was still like a newborn pussy, jumping around with all his might.

After taking a few more deep breaths, Jin Hu'er finally took back his thoughts, sat quietly on the sweat seat, and once again calculated another thing that made him unable to sleep or eat.

How should we deal with Liu Xi and others?

From the collapse of Yangqu City to the change of ownership of the grassland today, Jinhu Eryue felt that Liu Xiwen had shocking methods hidden under the weak scholar's face, and there was also a kind of fear that spread in his heart at some point, like a strong wind, sweeping away his former pride of conceit, without leaving a trace.

He seemed unable to resist Liu Xi.

"It's really hateful!"

Jinhu'er's huge fist hit the armrest of the sweat seat, his eyes widened with fierce expressions. At this moment, his heart once again felt unwilling to accept the surging of a volcano. This unwillingness made him willing to fly into the flames and become enemies with the fierce Muzart and Badanmu. Now this unwillingness made him firmly determined again to eliminate the concern that made him worry all day long.

A person who can make the grassland change with his hands completely and disrupt the situation in the grassland is just a matter of willingness to do whatever he wants.

As the king of the grassland, Jinhu'er naturally cannot keep such people alive.

Of course, Jin Hu'er had already planned this important thing, but fortunately, Liu Xi has not appeared in the past few days, so he has more time to prepare for life. Everything is ready now.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of footsteps outside the dome came, and soon the sheepskin curtain was rolled up and walked in with his tall and thin body.

Compared with the previous few days, Shunbuling's cheeks were even more withered, as if he had suffered great suffering in these days. Even his thick eyebrows gradually became sparse, and he was still frowning at this moment, as if there was something very important in his heart that forced him to be careful.

It's like walking on thin ice, and it's like walking among cliffs all day long.

Seeing Shunbuling, Jinhu'er hurriedly walked forward. He was about to say something, but he looked around with a little nervousness. After a little more, he came to his senses. He was in the sweat tent. No outsiders revealed the secret. But he lowered his voice and said, "Uncle, is it OK?"

Nodding, Shunbuling's voice was a little hoarse, "I have already explained that as long as Liu Xi and others come, Master and disciple Komer will take action. In this way, they should be able to kill them."

The Huns Wadesi also had people who had realized the truth and served the gods throughout their lives. They did not care about worldly affairs and were entrenched on the Tianshan Mountains all year round, using wind as food and dew as drinks, and only focused on achieving the fruit of enlightenment.

Comer is one of the few Wadesi, the Barth clan.

Wadesi's divine power comes from the gods, and people on the grassland also believe in the gods. Wadesi, who entered the mountain to practice, vowed not to come out of the mountain again, so Shunbuling could lobby Komer to go down the mountain. Such hardships are probably unimaginable to ordinary people.

But even so, Shunbuling still felt inexplicably uneasy, even though he knew that Liu Xi had lost his terrible cultivation.

A trace of worry flashed across his deep red and swollen eyes, and Shunbuling took a deep breath again. Even for some days, this was the only way to make him feel better.

Of course, there is also the status of the lord of the Barth clan's grassland.

"How can other tribes react?"

After hearing this, Jinhu'er hummed softly. Obviously, this kind of thing is much easier than dealing with the mysterious Liu Xi. "Except for Tumo'an's desperate resistance, Kharkha, Nasi and Korche have already belonged to the child. As for Pingpan and other tribes, they are just waiting and watching, and they can't cause any big waves."

Shunbuling nodded slightly, with confidence in his eyes, and his hunched body standing upright inadvertently. "Nasi, Pingpan and others are originally fence-bearing plants, and following Muzart and Badanmu is just for fame and fortune. However, Tumo'an is a supporter of Muzart. He holds a grudge for Muzart's death, but the overall situation has been settled, and there is really nothing to worry about."

As he spoke, Shunbuling's brow suddenly raised, and the tone of the conversation changed, and there was a ruthless look in his words. "If you want to sit firmly in the sweat position, it is always a hidden danger to keep Sidon's way to survive."

The Khan King Nuhar has four sons, among which Muzart and Badanmu have been killed, and only Jinhuer and Sidon are still alive.

Although Sidon is just the result of Nuhar and Han women's sexual intercourse after drinking, he is looked down upon on weekdays, and no one even notices that he has disappeared on the other day.

But the situation is very different now. The Huns are in chaos, and there is a very likely situation of people who are erratic and disobedient. The war in the Central Plains has been in trouble for thousands of years, and there are princes who take advantage of the power of the emperor to do their own selfish things.

Sidon was innocent because he was in the imperial family.

How could Jin Hu'er not understand the meaning of Shunbuling's words? He could not say that he was a bit brotherly to this young brother who was always neglected on weekdays. If this son really affected the grassland situation, Jin Huer was definitely not a pretentious person. He would definitely cut the mess quickly and eliminate the consequences.

However, you should not be too hasty in this kind of plan, otherwise it is easy to get into other people's quarrels.

In the busyness and anxiety, two more days passed. Finally, when the cool evening breeze blew away the heat of the heat, a group of people with masks dancing lightly behind the cloak came to the Xiongnu royal court at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

As the new owner of the royal court, Jin Hu'er learned about it early, and of course, he also launched his carefully prepared planning for many days.

Sitting in the sweat position, his dark beard covered Jin Hu'er's entire cheeks. At this moment, his thick eyelids covered his eyelids.

His chest was undulating and his palm was sweating.

For some reason, fear that he was disgusted but could not be erased came out in his heart again. Jin Hu'er, who had closed his eyes, even stopped breathing, and his ears were standing there, as if he wanted to try his best to hear the sound of people's footsteps.

I heard where Liu Xi was.

Finally, the sound of footsteps reached his ears. Jin Hu'er slowly opened his eyes and wiped his hands clean on the tiger-skin mat on the sweat seat when he waved his hand.

Beside him, the golden mask was taken off, and it was still Zhang Junxiu's face.

“How does it feel to sit in the sweat position?”

Hearing these joking words, Jin Hu'er frowned slightly unconsciously, and then buzzed, "I Khan is following the will of heaven, and naturally he also follows the will of heaven."

"Play..."

Liu Xi patted his hands lightly and looked at Jin Hu'er with interest, with a smile on his lips slightly raised, "Of course, what King Khan said is indeed reasonable."

But this smile made Jin Huer very uncomfortable, especially the sound of the Khan King made him even more disgusted, and he also regarded it as Liu Xi deliberately laughing at him.

The hand wet with sweat tightly held it tightly and let go. At this moment, Jin Hu'er lost her previous uneasiness, but she had too much trouble to suppress her rush, and she wanted to replace someone and take Liu Xi down immediately.

His eyes were filled with cramped eyes looking out of the dome. It was obvious that Jinhu'er was eagerly waiting for the attack of Master and Apprentice Kommer.

The water that seemed to have broken the dike poured down, and inexplicably quiet spread in the dome in a blink of an eye. The cool breeze at night swayed the wolf totem curtains that the Barth clan was proud of, and also provoked the flames in the copper lamps.

Finally, the sound of thin footsteps approached from afar, as if the clear rain was sliding among the fluffy green grass, falling, sometimes far and sometimes approaching, as if there were and nothing.

As if he had waited for the most anticipated support, Jin Hu'er's tense cheeks actually showed a smile, and his black beard also stretched out.

"What kind of happy events can make King Khan happy? Could it be that the person who came is an amazing figure?"

"snort!"

With a sneer, Jin Hu'er shook his sleeves. He wanted to be the kingly demeanor of a superior, and he could determine the life and death of the person in front of him in the next moment. But in the end, after snorting coldly, Jin Hu'er still realized that he could never have the demeanor of taking life and death in the midst of chatting and laughing.

So, Jin Hu'er widened his copper bell-like eyes, afraid that he felt that he was not imposing enough, so he stretched out his hand and pointed it at Liu Xi.

In this way, he finally found the domineering posture of being the king of the grassland, and immediately a refreshing pleasure surged in his heart, "Hmph, don't think that Ben Khan doesn't know your tricks, but since Ben Khan has mastered the current situation, he will not let you, such a slut, harm my god's people again."

While speaking, Jinhu'er suddenly pulled out the dagger that was in the meeting. The lights swayed with dazzling light, and a chill flashed through the dome.

Just at this moment, the wind sounded outside the dome, and the curtains were rolling, and the more harsh coldness came. If it weren't for the constant sound of insects, it would be like the windy season in late autumn.

In the meantime, Liu Xi was still standing quietly, but not looking at Jin Hu'er, but just staring at the jumping lights quietly.

We struggled among the wind shadows, but in the end it disappeared and turned into a thin and invisible light smoke.

"well……"

A faint sigh sounded, and Liu Xi's eyebrows were filled with regret. It seemed that he couldn't bear to see what was happening in front of him, but he was helpless.

Of course, all this aroused the great dissatisfaction of Jinhu's. Comer casts spells outside the dome. In this way, the other guards who were in trouble were afraid of being captured, and Liu Xi, who had lost all his cultivation, was just a bird in a cage to him, so why would he be afraid of it?

With the scimitar gathered, Jin Huer instantly felt that he was about to do something earth-shaking, and this matter was no less than the unification of the grassland for him.

However, why did he lose consciousness before he took a step, and the scimitar in his hand, which had been caught with the remaining heat, hit the ground with a clang.

It also made Jin Hu's mind go blank

A trace of heat came from my ears, and the regretful voice sounded again, a little distant, but it sounded really in Jin Hu'er's mind.

"Actually, I never wanted you to be the king of the grassland..."

Jin Hu'er was a little unwilling to give up, but the sound kept ringing in his mind until it became more and more distant and could not hear anything.

In the dome, Jin Hu'er was stalemate in a knife-holding manner. Not far away, Liu Xi stood quietly with his hands in his arms.

"Plop!"

The burly figure fell to the ground with a bang. Liu Xi sighed lightly, then shook his head, and whispered to the outside of the dome, "Today, can you not even fight this Wadesi?"

After the words came, Ma Xiu, who was shaking the folding fan, jumped into the dome and glared at Liu Xi with some dissatisfaction, "He has been suppressed by you, and it's boring for me to pack it up."

Shushing, Liu Xi ignored Ma Xiu. He had once been sealed by Wadexi, so when he met this strange Hun master again, Liu Xi would never give the other party any chance.

Soon, Huyan Qingshi and others pressed Shunbuling in. The Bart tribe leader, who was already a high-headed person, immediately changed his face when he saw Jin Hu'er lying on the ground. His thin body kept trembling. He stared at Liu Xi, who had defeated him twice for a long time. His red and swollen eyes were full of hatred. If Huyan Qingshi and others had not tied him up, he would have pounced on Liu Xi like a beast.

After struggling for several years, Shunbuling half-lying on the ground, roaring out the anger in his chest, and said in the cold Central Plains words, "Even if you kill Jin Hu'er and me, you can't even imagine the entire grassland!"

Another humble and warm smile appeared on Liu Xi's face. He walked forward a few steps and bent down, "The people who eat mutton on your grassland have no smell in their mouths. Of course, I don't like it, but someone will be your king. Isn't Nuhar still keeping his blood, right?"

"Impossible, how could that young boy, Seaton, make everyone convince him!"

Liu Xi blinked meaningfully, "Many times, even humble bloodlines can create miracles..."

After saying this, Liu Xi walked out with his hands behind his back. When he was at the curtain, he stopped and turned around, "If I were you, I would be worried about the fate of the ** clan in the future. After all, you have colluded with me and formed a blood hatred with other tribes."

"You, you..."

Upon hearing this, Shunbuling was so angry that he couldn't speak. His face turned pale and he vomited blood, and then fainted.

After exploring Shunbuling's breathing, Junior Hou stroked his hand across his neck and signaled, "Young Master, do you want it?"

Putting on the mask, Liu Xi shook his head, "It would be more uncomfortable for him to leave his life than killing him. And with him, he can lead the ** clan to hide in Tibet, and hold on for a while, so that other tribes can vent their lives well. Otherwise, those hatreds will not be a good thing if they hold them in for a long time."

Seeing Liu Xi walking out, Ma Xiu put on the Qiankun Fan and looked at Shunbuling lying on the ground with some helplessness. He put on the mask and followed him out.

The night was blurred, the lights in the sweat house were neighing, and dozens of figures left quietly.
Chapter completed!