Sui Buxiu responded, his expression softened a little, and he replied casually: "Monsters, they are divided into several races. This one is one of the royal clans. When you saw me, I was in the spiritual mind with this monster. We fought and fought for several days, so we knew.”
Li Bochen looked curious: "Their own royal family was killed and taken away by us, so they don't dare to chase after them?"
"I don't dare, and I can't." Sui Bujiu slowly lifted off the broken flag wrapped around his body, and slowly rubbed his feet with snow like Li Boxen did before, "Monsters are different from Rakshasa people and Xumi people. These are different. Things are like a swarm of bees, and you also know that only one level of leader who can be inspired by his spiritual will will know how to act together, and the most important thing is authority."
"This demon spirit belongs to the royal family, and even the third-level demon beasts must obey her orders and cannot disobey her in the slightest. So since they let us go, they will not come after her again."
Li Bochen frowned and thought for a while: "Then do you really believe that you will release this demon spirit when it is safe?"
As soon as these words came out of his mouth, he realized that he had asked something he shouldn't have asked.
Sui Buxiu hesitated for a while and said expressionlessly: "I swore on the honorable name of Emperor Liudu that I would naturally let her go. But I will keep this head."
It's a good thing that Sui Buxiu kept his word. But Li Bochen realized that he now knew another secret of his that he didn't want others to know - he made peace with the enemy chief before the battle and returned to the mountain with the tiger.
Damn it. He decided not to speak.
After another ten minutes of this, the two people who were silent felt warm in their bodies and could hold on on the snowy field. Just extinguish the flames and continue on your way.
After walking in the snow for a while, Sui Buxiu whispered in the wind: "You have completed your service and have a salary of 100,000 yuan?"
Li Bochen thought for a while and said slowly: "The salary during the service period is one hundred thousand yuan. In the past six years, I have one hundred and eight heads, which adds up to one hundred and eight thousand yuan."
"Two hundred and eight thousand dollars...how long will you live?"
Li Bochen smiled and felt that his lips were almost split: "Save it sparingly, it will be enough for me to live a lifetime."
Sui Buxiu looked at him in surprise: "Just two hundred thousand dollars?"
"Sir, in our Sui Kingdom, a middle-class family of three can live on only five thousand yuan a year."
Sui Buxiu fell silent. After walking another dozen or so steps, he reached into his arms and took out a jade pendant and handed it to him: "This jade is worth half a million yuan, take it."
Li Bochen was slightly startled, but still reached out and took it. He stopped and Sui Buxiu also stopped.
"Then..." Li Bochen rubbed the piece of white jade, "Then, Mr. Sui, let's say goodbye and see you again."
Sui Buxiu just said: "Yeah."
Li Bochen smiled, cupped his hands, turned and walked away. He didn't expect that Sui Buxiu would give him this piece of jade - this prince and grandson seemed to be a little different... not bad.
But he had just taken three or four steps when he suddenly felt a gust of wind rushing over his head. He immediately dwarfed and rolled on the spot, and struck without even raising his sword. But the stab missed the air - a white figure flew through the air and landed next to Sui Buqiu.
Before he could open his mouth to ask, Sui Buxiu exclaimed: "Bai Ying?!"
As soon as this sound fell, two more figures fell from the air, blocking his way.
Li Bochen saw clearly the faces and attire of the three comers, and his heart relaxed at first and then sank.
The one beside Sui Buxiu named Bai Ying had just folded his wings behind his back. This is a feathered man with white hair and a crown. He must be in his thirties. Li Bochen knew that he was one of the personal guards of Sui Wujiu, the lord of Wuliang City and Lord Chebei. Standing opposite him were also two Yumen, who should be Bai Ying's subordinates.
He knew things were going to be troublesome.
Baiying landed on the ground, first pulled a very thin fleece blanket from his arms and put it on Sui Buxiu. He took a step back and clasped his fists: "Young master, I am late, you have suffered!"
Sui Bujiu hurriedly held him up with one hand, his voice full of surprise: "How did you know I was here? Where is father? How is it?"
"Everything is well, my lord." Baiying glanced at Li Boxen and added, "One of the young master's personal guards was not dead that day. When he found him, he said that you were taken away by a monster. Mr. Chebei wanted to see you. The Lord might try to save himself, so he sent us to the snowfield to find support. We just saw the fire and came here."
Li Bochen wished he could block his ears and not listen to anything they said. He took a step away: "Mr. Sui, you are safe, then I will..."
"Wait a minute." Baiying waved his hand, and two feathered guards stopped him again, "Young Master, what's going on with this guy?"
Sui Buxiu glanced at Li Bochen, remained silent for a while, and then said: "This man... I looked for an opportunity to kill him out of the monster and rescued him on the way. Let him go."
Baiying turned and stared at Li Bochen for a while, with a pair of light yellow eyes like an eagle's eyes. Then he turned to look at Sui Bujiu: "Young Master, this one in your arms——"
"The head of a demon spirit." Sui Buxiu pushed the thin blanket aside, revealing it and then covering it up.
The three feathered men were stunned, and Baiying's eyes widened: "Young Master killed a demon spirit!?"
He looked happy again: "That's great... Young Master has established such a miracle, and Duke Che Bei can be saved!"
Sui Buxiu forced a smile: "It's just a fluke. Let's go."
But Na Baiying smiled, sniffed slightly, and looked at Li Bochen: "Young Master, but I smell the bloody scent of demon spirits on this man."
His expression darkened slightly: "Your Excellency, what is that you are holding in your hand?"
Li Bochen hesitated for a while between the two options of running away and letting go, but finally chose the latter. He sighed and displayed the white jade.
It's not that he doesn't dare to risk his life, but he knows that he has no chance of winning. Baiying is Sui Wujiu's personal guard and a feathered man. According to the realm of Yuren, it is also the third level. Although he cannot practice magic like a human, he can condense his vitality into light arrows in the air with the wings on his back. There was no weapon at hand in this empty snowfield, so he had no hope of escaping.
Baiying came over and took the white jade from his hand, handed it to Sui Bujie, and sighed: "Young Master, this is a major matter related to the safety of you and Mr. Chebei. I have to be careful."
He looked at Li Boxen again: "Who is your honor?"
"Dongfu Army, ten generals of the former army, Li Boxen."
Baiying thought for a moment: "Oh, I've heard of you. You are indeed brave."
Sui Buxiu held the jade in his hand and put it in his arms. He sighed again and turned to look at Li Boxen: "Come back with me. As long as you don't talk nonsense, I will make sure that nothing happens to you."
Li Bochen smiled: "I hope so, Mr. Sui."
Sui Buxiu frowned slightly: "I swear by the honorable name of Emperor Liudu."
Li Bochen raised his hand, threw the dagger into the snow, and took steps on his own.
