"Did we win?"
"we won……"
"We really won!"
Xiang Caidi was so excited that she picked up Chen Xing who fell into the muddy water and hugged him hard. She felt like she was in a dream. With the power of a group army, she actually conquered a medium-sized principality!
"Easy, be gentle!" Chen Xing was almost wailing. Xiang Caidi moved too hard and pulled the injury on her shoulder, "My bone is broken..."
"Oops! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I hurt you~" Xiang Caidi hurriedly let go of his hand, but Chen Xing lost his support and fell backwards.
"Hey, hey..." Chen Xing looked at Xiang Caidi in pain, but couldn't hold the corner of her clothes. Just as he was about to cause secondary damage, his back suddenly felt warm and he fell into a soft embrace.
"Deputy Commander Xiang, your movements are too rough, you will hurt the master!" Jian Yue Canglian's scolding voice sounded behind him.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was wrong~" Xiang Caidi hurriedly stepped forward to help Chen Xing.
Chen Xing felt his scalp tingling and quickly stopped, "Don't come over here!"
"Ah!" Xiang Caidi stayed where she was, her hands frozen in mid-air. Only then did Chen Xing realize that the place where she was going to help him was where the scapula was comminutedly fractured. No wonder it aroused his sense of danger.
Xiang Caidi finally realized her rashness, lowered her head in embarrassment, and grabbed the corner of her clothes. Suddenly she seemed to remember something, turned around and ran towards the camp, shouting as she ran: "Nancy, Nancy!"
"Come here quickly and help the commander-in-chief with his treatment!"
Chen Xing was lying in Jian Yue Canglian's arms, and only then did he notice that there was still half of the gun handle in his hand. The barrel of the gun had completely exploded, but I just subconsciously held it in my hand.
He shook his hand with difficulty and threw away the handle of the gun. The compressed psychic shot blessed by the Nine Trio was so powerful that not only the recoil shattered the shoulder blade, but also the entire Bayonetta was scrapped.
After a while, Xiang Caidi arrived at the scene with Nancy.
"Hurry up!"
"Okay, okay..."
Probably out of impatience, Xiang Caidi pushed Nancy hard. Nancy stumbled forward, her big breasts swaying, and she almost fell on Chen Xing.
"No, sorry..."
Nancy blushed and looked a little embarrassed. Perhaps out of professional habit, she subconsciously pushed her messy hair behind her ears.
It must be said that this action has the feeling of killing without repaying one's life, and it can capture the hearts of young boys in an instant.
Fortunately, Chen Xing III was a man who had countless women, and he recently ate a large diarrhea fire pill called Lacey, otherwise it would have caused him to lose consciousness for a moment.
His face remained normal and his eyes were steady, as if he didn't notice the other party's gaffe. Nancy gradually relaxed, stretched out her hands, green light appeared in her palms, and gently pressed on the injured area...
While Chen Xing was receiving treatment, on the other side of the battlefield, Dongfang Xuanyuan walked up to Wei Haitang with his head held high.
At this time, Wei Haitang's body was broken and his energy was like a gossamer. Blood continued to leak from the torn part of the arm. His lips were white, his legs and feet were twitching, and he looked like he was about to die from excessive blood loss.
Seeing the miserable state of his old rival, Dongfang Xuanyuan couldn't help but feel a bit sad, and sighed, "Wei Haitang, Wei Haitang, why are you doing this?"
"If you don't do good things to your in-laws, you have to get into such a land."
Wei Haitang raised his eyelids with difficulty. Even in such a miserable situation, he still showed disdain, "Dongfang, old thief Dongfang, you, don't stop pretending to be compassionate..."
He wriggled his lips and sprayed out tiny drops of blood. His voice was intermittent, as if he would die at any moment, "Qinghe, Qinghe is just your excuse. You just want to take away my Farrington..."
"No, don't be pretentious here. I, I have already lost. Kill or behead, it's up to you."
"But, remember, a scholar can be killed, but not humiliated!"
"Don't forget, I am still your grandson's grandfather. I broke the bones but still connected the tendons..."
"I won't kill you." Dongfang Xuanyuan shook his head and looked at Chen Xing's position with his hands behind his back. "The person who will kill you is over there."
Wei Haitang's eyes suddenly lit up, as if returning to the light, his spirit bloomed, he raised his upper body with great effort, and said to Dongfang Xuanyuan, "Keep my three sons, and the Mercury Flying Eagle will be passed on to your grandson!"
Dongfang Xuanyuan seemed to have expected it, and said coldly, "Let's save your life first."
Wei Haitang's face changed drastically, and he threw himself at Dongfang Xuanyuan's feet with all his strength, "You, you must help me!"
He was breathing heavily and clutching his old rival's pants tightly.
Mercury Flying Eagle only recognizes the blood of the Wei family, and does not live in sacred areas. If he dies before finding a successor, the contract between the Wei family and Mercury Flying Eagle will be automatically terminated.
Dongfang Xuanyuan raised his foot and shook off the other party's hand, and said coldly, "I'm not the one you need to beg for."
He took a few steps back to keep the distance between him and Wei Haitang, so as not to arouse suspicion and think they had some private agreement. Didn't he know that the family's royal spirit needed certain conditions to inherit, let alone the pseudo-god Mercury Flying Eagle? But now that grandson Wei Luo is only a few years old, it is impossible to inherit. Only Wei Haitang survived until Wei Luo came of age, and Wei Luo was able to advance to the Holy Realm.
The lingering power of Chen Xing's shot just now was still there. No matter in public or private, he could not protect Haitang. After all, this battle is Chen Xing's home court, and he is just a foreign aid.
Moreover, whether Wei Haitang can survive or not, the outcome does not depend on him.
"Wow, wow, wow..."
After receiving treatment from Nancy, Chen Xing dragged his giant ax down from the high ground. The large iron chain connected to the ax handle dragged on the ground, rolling and beating, making a metallic friction sound.
The atmosphere at the scene became solemn and solemn. They were not relatives, but real enemies. Either you died or I lived!
Wei Haitang was lying on the ground, one of his arms was broken, blood was flowing, and he was dying.
Chen Xing tilted his neck and looked at it several times, confirming that the other party was the leader of the Silver Claw Kingdom who sent people to hunt him everywhere, and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
Wei Haitang's mouth moved a few times, probably because he was in a complicated mood, but in the end he didn't speak.
"I have nothing to say, then goodbye."
Chen Xing held his hands empty and raised the giant axe. He doesn't have the habit of saying a few words before killing. He is a pragmatist. Eliminating threats is the key.
Wei Haitang looked at Chen Xing with despair in his eyes. As the leader of the country, he has read countless people and knows the character of people like the other party. He is decisive in killing and will never be merciful as long as it is related to interests.
"Almsgiver, save someone under the knife!"
Chen Xing was about to chop it down with an axe, when a loud voice suddenly came from the distance.
Following the sound, a bald monk walked through the air and ran towards him very fast. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe, with a crimson golden silk cassock draped on half of his shoulders, flying in the wind. Judging from the other party's attire, he should be a senior monk of the New Zen Sect.
The state religion of Silver Claw Principality is the New Zen Sect.
Is Chen Xing right?
No matter who Fang is, the enemy is right in front of him, so there is no reason to let him go. I saw him holding the giant ax in both hands, shouting deeply, and chopped it down with all his strength.
"Good nephew!"
Chen Xing's shoulders suddenly tightened and he was grabbed by the big hand stretched out from behind, unable to cut down with the giant axe.
"My dear nephew, the new Zen sect is an Eastern religious religion with deep roots and far-reaching influence. Even if you want to kill this old fox, you should give them some sympathy and listen to what they have to say first."
Chen Xing glanced at Dongfang Xuanyuan and slowly put down the giant axe.
The other party seemed to be persuading, but in fact, he was secretly exerting force to prevent him from taking action. Unless they fall out on the spot, the ax will not cut down.
On the one hand, the other party is a foreign aid he invited. As the saying goes, it is not good to not give him any face.
On the other hand, he fired a shocking shot that injured his body, and Nine Quartet also used it. Even if he wanted to turn against him, he might not be his opponent.
Of course, he still has a trump card that he can use, which is the "Super Overload" that he learned when fighting the big demon that killed him in his previous life. At the cost of consuming his own life force, he can stimulate all his potential and reactivate the Nine Quotes.
But this will cause huge damage to the body, and it is a skill that can injure the enemy by one thousand and damage itself by eight hundred, so he will not use it easily unless it is absolutely necessary.
And he is not sure whether this skill is safe or not. Will it shorten his lifespan?
It's not worth it for a defeated general.
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
A gust of wind blew by, and the monk came to Chen Xing and performed the Buddhist salute with one hand.
"It is the most true, the most kind and the most beautiful thing for a donor to save someone."
Chen Xing did not speak or return a greeting. Although he was forced to stop, it did not prevent him from expressing his dissatisfaction.
"The poor monk Yuankong has met the donor."
The monk bowed again. This time, he put his hands together and bowed ninety degrees with a very pious attitude.
"Good nephew, this eminent monk is the abbot of Daying Temple, Master Yuankong, the 218th generation disciple of Buddhism, with high moral standing and high reputation..."
Dongfang Xuanyuan introduced enthusiastically. Chen Xing nodded in return, which was a favor to Marquis Zilan.
"Yuankong has met fellow Taoist Zilan." Master Yuankong nodded and saluted Dongfang Xuanyuan.
The New Zen Sect is divided into three sects: Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism. Dongfang Xuanyuan is a disciple of the Taoist sect, and his Taoist name is "Purple Lan". Due to his special status, he was not sorted by Taoist generation, but was given a Taoist name based on the Dongfang family's symbol "Purple Rui Gladiolus".
"We are at war, but you suddenly come out halfway. What do you want to do?" Chen Xing asked straight to the point, with a very rude attitude.
"The donor has the virtue of a good life..."
Before Master Yuankong could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Chen Xing, "I didn't!"
The latter quickly changed his mind, "Heaven has the virtue of good life, and the earth has the depth to carry things..."
"What do you want to do?" Chen Xing asked word by word. In fact, he knew the other party's purpose very well, but he just felt unhappy and wanted to vent his emotions.
In order to win this battle, he had to sacrifice countless brothers, and just let his enemies leave like this. He couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.
Master Yuankong looked embarrassed and looked at Dongfang Xuanyuan for help. The latter's skinny face wrinkled and he managed to squeeze out a smile, "My dear nephew, Master Yuankong wants to make friends with you."
"Make friends?" Chen Xingla said with a long face, "Is now the time to make friends?"
