"What other country? Of course it's the country in front of me." Gray Hu smiled faintly.
Lei Tuo couldn't believe his ears: "The little saint is just a prisoner of the country, and he will also return it to Tubo in the future."
"Repay the court? Even if the little saint agrees, will his subordinates agree?" Hui Hu looked like an idiot and glanced at Lei Tuo, "Are these three envoys willing? Will the other two ministers agree? How can such a piece of fat be eaten? Is there any reason to spit it out?"
Lei Tuo almost couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. After thinking about it, he felt a little incredible: "Whether they can become special envoys is not just an appointment from the little saint. Wherever the little saint arranges them, they have to obey the crowd."
"It's hard to say, maybe the little saint has this intention." Hui Hu shook his head and looked at Lei Tuo very meaningfully, "Besides, those people who follow the little saint are looking for a bright future, including you and me."
Lei Tuo nodded and then shook his head: "That's true. Da Lun's soldiers and horses have been subdued by the little saint. But there are still lamas and nobles, and their combined strength is afraid that they will exceed Da Lun."
"Whether the little saint can unify the world depends on what he does in Tubo." Hui Hu thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.
Lei Tuo's eyes lit up and he was full of fighting spirit. He waved his hand and said, "Since we are following the little saint, we must do a good job in Tubo affairs."
"Only by doing things well now can we have a better future." Gray Hu nodded and said no more, but looked around.
The fighting outside is fierce, and Xizhao Temple is also very cruel.
He Sian led ten of his men, killing them all the way, and finally came to the ritual hall.
Here he saw ten lamas, five of them guarding the gate and five of them inside.
Seeing He Sian coming with the cavalry, the five lamas were a little panicked, but they swiped at them with wooden sticks.
The killing knives in the hands of He Sian, Yi Shuitai, Wan Hongzhuang and others were struck hard and broke into two pieces.
The five lamas ran away, and He Sian shouted loudly: "Take it down."
He can let go of lamas from other places, but he will not let go of lamas who have lost their humanity.
The five security groups behind him rushed towards me like wolves and tigers, waving their swords in their hands.
The five lamas were so frightened that they didn't expect that these security groups were going to hack them to death.
They are not untouchables. They don't want to die. They want to practice and become eminent monks.
After a few snaps, the five lamas received a heavy blow on the top of their brains. Their vision went dark and they were unconscious.
Several soldiers from the security team jumped off their horses, took out ropes from their horses, and tied up the stunned lamas.
He Sian took the opportunity to rush in, and when he saw the inside of the house, he couldn't help but burst into anger.
I saw a little lady being tied up on a pig-killing stool. Her head, hands and feet could not move.
There were four lamas holding her down, preventing her from moving.
A lama with a ferocious face was holding a boning knife in his hand and was peeling off the skin starting from the tail vertebrae. So far, he had peeled off human skin as big as a palm.
The little lady was obviously in extreme pain, she was sweating profusely and kept yelling.
He Sian couldn't help but became furious, picked up the Hu-killing knife and rushed towards them.
When the five lamas heard that something was wrong, they immediately let go of the young lady and rushed toward him. The lama with the boning knife even stabbed him with the knife.
This lama was showing off his fists and kicks, and he was obviously no ordinary monk.
He Si'an was furious and stretched out the killing knife in his hand towards one of them, intending to kill him with one blow.
But halfway through, he suddenly stopped and took back the Hu-killing knife.
These are all evidence, and you can’t die now.
How to deal with it in the end depends on your boss's arrangements.
The lama's face was pale, thinking that he would definitely die, but he didn't expect that the other party would take it back.
The five lamas couldn't help but be overjoyed. The other party was obviously taboo about something.
The five people laughed loudly. Now there was only one person on the other side, so they happened to step forward to deal with him.
Wan Hongzhuang heard the lama laughing and was about to rush in. Unexpectedly, he was pulled by Yi Shuitai.
"It's very dangerous, why don't you go and save him." Wan Hongzhuang pulled away Yishuitai's big hand and stepped forward.
Yi Shuitai held him tightly, looked at him and asked in a deep voice, "Did Shizhang ask for help?"
"No, but I'm afraid it's too late." Wan Hongzhuang was unconvinced and still wanted to break away from Yi Shui Taishou.
Yi Shuitai became stronger and stronger, and looked at him with contempt: "Why are you so powerful, do you need your help?"
"Obviously there are many people inside, what should I do if something goes wrong?" Wan Hongzhuang struggled harder and glared at him hatefully.
"What should I do? The chief will naturally think of something." Yi Shuitai held him tightly with both hands and glared at him, "You want to go in in such a hurry, do you want to see the little lady?"
"Bah," Wan Hongzhuang spat and glared back at Yi Shuitai, "Who do you think Zhuang is? Zhuang just wants to save Shichang."
"Think about it, the chief didn't call us in. He obviously didn't want others to see the little lady's body. Do you understand?" After saying this, Yi Shuitai said seriously and let go of Wan Hongzhuang's hand.
Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help but blushed and said: "Zizhu (Yishui Taizi), Zhuang understands, but why doesn't the leader want us to see the little lady's body?"
"Elm head," Yi Shuitai patted Wan Hongzhuang's head and scolded him, "Think about it, can skinning be done with clothes on?"
Wan Hongzhuang finally understood and bowed to Yishuitai: "Thank you Zizhu, Zhuang almost made a big mistake, but what about the lamas who saw the little lady's body?"
Speaking of this, he showed an extremely angry expression.
"This is very simple. They saw things they shouldn't have seen, and this is the only result." Yi Shuitai made a spatula gesture.
Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help but be shocked: "They are not ordinary people, but they are lamas, and they kill them like this?"
"Kill?" Yi Shuitai smiled coldly, looked inside the room, and said calmly, "There is a way that is more painful than killing."
"What method is more painful than killing?" Wan Hongzhuang couldn't help but be stunned, looking at Yi Shuitai and asked in confusion.
Yi Shuitai showed a cold expression, but said softly: "Let them never see it."
"That's so good, let them become blind." After hearing this, except for Yishuitai, the other eight people raised their right hands and shouted happily.
After being excited, Wan Hongzhuang glanced at Yi Shuitai in admiration, and then asked: "What should we do now?"
"What should we do? Search this temple to see if there is any evidence?" Yi Shuitai thought for a while and urged everyone, "Time is precious, act now."
"Exactly. If there is no evidence, wouldn't it be an untidy trip in vain?" Wan Hongzhuang nodded and immediately led his men to another room.
Inside the ritual hall room.
Five lamas have surrounded He Sian. The lama holding the boning knife waved the knife and smiled ferociously at him.
This person was the most dangerous opponent, and He Si'an had to focus his main energy on him.
Seeing He Sian focus on the lama holding the boning knife, the other lama couldn't help but be overjoyed.
He suddenly used all his strength to rush towards He Sian from behind.
He was behind He Sian. He Sian was mainly focused on dealing with the lama with the boning knife, and he probably didn't have the energy to deal with him.
With a whoosh, he rushed towards He Sian's waist. As long as he hugged He Sian's waist, He Sian could only be slaughtered by the lama holding the boning knife.
He Sian really didn't have the energy to look at the lama behind him. His main focus was now on the lama holding the boning knife, and he kept staring at him.
The lama behind He Sian was overjoyed when he saw that He Sian was not paying attention to him at all, and he wanted to wrap his arms around He Sian's waist.
Suddenly, the lama felt a heavy blow on his forehead, his vision went dark, and he fell softly to the ground.
The other lamas couldn't help but be shocked. He Sian didn't see the sneak attack from the lama behind him at all. How did he see it?
Facing the lama's reaction, He Sian couldn't help but smile coldly.
Although He Sian did not pay attention to his back, he paid attention to the eyes of the lama holding the hand.
This lama's eyes are like a mirror, clearly reflecting the reaction of the lama behind him.
He didn't use the knife, he just swung the knife handle behind his back and hit the attacking lama in the forehead.
He Sian hated him for sneaking up on him and using such force. The lama was hit so hard on the forehead that he immediately lost consciousness.
Although the lama who made the sneak attack was knocked down, he created an opportunity for the lama holding the boning knife.
At this time, the lama holding the boning knife smiled coldly, and swung the boning knife towards He Sian.
At this time, he has been using the boning knife for a long time, and he has great inspiration in his hand. The boning knife in his hand is fast and cruel. As long as he is stabbed by him, He Sian will be at least blind, or even die from being stabbed in the forehead.
He Sian's Hu-killing knife was much bulkier than his opponent's boning knife, and it was too late to retract and parry.
Seeing that He Sian did not take back his killing knife, the lama laughed loudly: "Han people, go to hell."
He Sian had no choice but to tilt his head to the left.
He didn't dare to turn to the right because he was holding a Hu-killing knife in his right hand. If he turned to the right, his center of gravity would be unstable.
With a whoosh, the boning knife narrowly missed his temple again and again.
The lama on the left couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that He Si'an didn't pay attention to him at all, and that the killing knife was still in his right hand.
Not to be missed.
He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and rushed towards He Sian.
His idea was that as long as he hugged He Sian with both hands, He Sian would lose his flexibility and would be killed by the knife-wielding lama.
Although He Sian did not pay attention to him, he paid attention to the eyes of the lama on the right.
Seeing the shadow in the lama's eye on the right, he couldn't help but be shocked. At this time, the knife was in his right hand and he had no time to react.
Seeing that He Sian didn't react, the lama couldn't help but be overjoyed.
Suddenly, he received a heavy blow to his heart, and there was an extremely severe pain, and the person turned into the shape of a shrimp.
He covered his heart with both hands and kept rolling on the ground, screaming miserably.
It turned out that He Sian gritted his teeth and slammed his left elbow hard at the lama who was sneaking up on him.
Perhaps it was just a coincidence that he struck hard at the opponent's chest.
The chest is one of the weakest parts of a person, and there is no rib protection here. The impact caused the lama who sneaked into the attack to have stomach and liver spasms, and even radiating pain in his feet and chest. The whole body lost strength, and the person almost fainted from pain.
The other two bare-handed lamas could not help but be shocked. They did not expect that this Han man, surrounded by them, could still see and hear in all directions.
But the knife-wielding lama was not affected at all, or maybe he was more ruthless than He Sian and didn't care about the life or death of others at all.
Although his boning knife did not hit He Sian, he reacted very quickly, turned his hand half a circle, and swung it towards He Sian's neck.
As long as He Sian is hit by his boning knife, He Sian will definitely die because of the aorta above his neck.
Because the aorta was stabbed by this lama, He Sian couldn't stop the blood from spurting out even with all his strength.
He Sian's knife had already been raised, and he pointed the tip of the knife towards the opponent's boning knife.
He Sian's killing knife was originally pointing downwards, but now he lifted it up with force while his neck continued to move to the right.
He felt a chill on his neck. It turned out that the boning knife had wiped his neck, leaving traces of blood.
It was so dangerous that the executioner tried to kill him again and again.
Taking advantage of the executioner's strength, the killing knife in his hand sliced off his right hand.
The executioner hurriedly took back his right hand, but it was too late. He slashed his right hand, revealing the white bones.
The executioner could no longer hold the boning knife in his hand, and it fell to the floor tiles with a clang.
Seeing that the executioner had lost his only threatening weapon, the boning knife, He Sian smiled coldly and struck him hard on the foot with the back of the knife.
The executioner noticed the screams and hurriedly covered his waist with his hands.
He Sian took the opportunity and struck the executioner's head hard with the back of his knife.
The executioner snorted twice and fell softly to the ground.
When the other two lamas saw He Sian, they knocked down three people before even having a cup of tea, and they dared not stop.
The two of them looked pale and hurriedly opened the door, trying to get out.
As soon as the two lamas went out, they were slapped on the head with the back of a knife by a security guard waiting outside, and they were tied up with a rope while they were unconscious.
There was also a lama in the room who was rolling on the ground in pain. He Sian walked towards him with a cold smile.
The lama was rolling around and trying to escape, but He Sian stepped on him.
He watched He Sian's knife swinging towards him, and suddenly a strong stench came from his lower body.
It turned out that this lama thought that He Sian was going to kill him, so he was so frightened that he lost control of his bowels, and suddenly he stopped moving.
Seeing that the lama suddenly became motionless, He Si'an spat in the lama's face and scolded him contemptuously: "Coward."
He Sian had just scolded the lama when suddenly he heard a painful groan.
Hearing the little lady's moans, He Si'an thought of his purpose.
He hurriedly took off his clothes, covered the little lady, and said comfortingly: "Little lady, you are saved now."
"Really or not, don't deceive me." The young lady groaned in pain and asked in disbelief.
Since the little lady's face was facing the stool, He Sian couldn't see her face at all.
He could only see the skin on his back, which should be considered fair.
But judging from her voice, it was obvious that she was an extremely young lady, perhaps less than fifteen years old.
He Sian continued to comfort her: "The skinned lama has been knocked unconscious by me. The others were either knocked unconscious by me or by outsiders. No lama escaped."
The little lady didn't speak any more, she just moaned and cried, obviously very frightened.
However, the skinned area under the little lady's back was bloody, about the size of a palm, and blood kept coming out, which made him frown.
How to treat and save this little lady is another problem.
There were shouts, beatings, and killing sounds coming from outside. It was obvious that the fighting was extremely fierce.
Not only that, He Sian also knew that there were thousands of Tubo heavy cavalry waiting outside. How could he send the young lady back to the Jianguo Mansion safely?
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