Daqin: At the beginning, he merged with the old heavenly master and married Dongjun

Ji Wuye ordered: "Continue to stare at them, don't let go of any clues, this general wants to see what Guigu disciples are doing."

"When necessary, cut the weeds and root out the roots, and never let them help Han Fei!"

The red owl immediately cupped its hands and bowed, "No!"

At this time.

Outside.

Suddenly, a night master from the night scene void came in, holding something like a token, saluting:

"General, a middle-aged scribe came outside. He claimed to be Jia Xu, a poisonous man under Qishan Lord, and handed him a badge, saying that he came from Qishan in Qin State."

Talking.

Raising both hands, the word "Qishan" is engraved on the token.

Very conspicuous.

"Qishan?!"

General Ji Wuye stood up, staring at the token.

Qishan Lord Ying Shao injured his front foot and was transferred to Hangu Pass as a gatekeeper.

On the back foot, people from Qishan are here?

what the hell?

……

Korea.

Snow Clothes.

magnificent!

It has been developed by each generation of hereditary marquis, like a city, forming a huge fortress.

At the entrance, there is only one drawbridge.

Under the bridge is a bottomless cloud and mist.

There is an unspeakable oppression in the dark city wall.

The big banner with the bat's family emblem fluttered in the wind, and the blood-red iron chains on the suspension bridge went in and out, revealing a kind of weirdness.

On the city wall, every single soldier exuded a cold-blooded evil aura.

"How dare you come to Snow Cloak Castle!"

An extremely cold voice resounded in the main hall of Snow Cloak Fort.

The coldness has already frozen the surrounding air, and a stream of air spreads into overlapping ripples.

An unbearable suffocation stirred up.

A man was tall and slender, with pale complexion, silver hair, and a stern face, but with a hint of evil charm and madness.

Wearing black light armor inside, and a dark red robe on the outside.

The whole person reveals a kind of nobility, a disdainful indifference to the world.

at this time.

The thirteenth uncle Ying Yu smiled wryly, "Don't be so angry, I'm almost sixty, can you let me sit down?"

Facing it, he didn't seem to care about Xue Yihou's power.

Bloody Hou Bai Yifei, noncommittal, stared at Ying Yu, "You haven't shown up in Xianyang for so many years, and Hangu Pass was transferred, so you showed up."

"What are you planning this time?"

The thirteenth uncle, Ying Yu, acted like no one else was around, with a thick skin, walked lazily to the chief seat, sat down, and brewed a cup of tea for himself:

"My eldest nephew, Ying Shaoshang, wants you to be King of Han!"

"Rule South Korea!"

Chapter 128 The Thirteenth Uncle Yingyu is a Korean behind the scenes from Xinxiaoqun 712205071

Korea.

Snow Clothes.

in the hall.

"Subordinate country?"

"Qin's pawn?"

Hou Bai Yifei in blood clothes stared at the shameless thirteenth uncle Ying Yu who was holding a teacup in front of him, with a stern expression on his face, "What's the difference between that and not becoming King of Han?"

Ying Yu took a sip of tea and said, "There is still a difference."

"At least the Korean royal family can be preserved, and the Korean people will be saved from the suffering of war."

"National officials, you appoint yourself, and your 20 white armor soldiers are still yours."

"It's just that Qin's army has to stay here for a long time."

Ying Yu took a sip of tea and said.

Hou Bai Yifei in blood clothes said indifferently: "What does the life and death of the royal family have to do with me?"

"It's easy to say."

Ying Yu shook his head, with a lazy expression on his face: "If you really don't care, you shouldn't be in Korea, and you won't be subordinate to the great general Ji Wuye."

"After all you..."

Having said that, he paused.

He opened his mouth and stopped talking.

There were complex emotions in his eyes.

"You use that look again!"

Xue Yihou said decisively, "Break your arm!"

The thirteenth uncle, Ying Yu, looked stagnant, and waved his hands, "Don't be so angry, I'm just sad, you really don't want to go down..."

Paused.

Then he said, "This matter is the biggest concession..."

He wanted to say one more thing.

If you don't agree.

He went to find Xue Yihou's mother.

However, compared to seeing Xue Yihou.

He was even more afraid of seeing that woman.

oh~~

The scene fell silent.

After being silent for a while, Xue Yihou suddenly said, "Does Ying Shaoshang look like Ying Chen and Bai Xiaoyu?"

"There are three or four points like Ying Chen, and six or seven points like Xiao Yu."

Ying Yu thought for a while, took a sip of tea, nodded, and finally affirmed.

heard.

Xue Yihou's indifferent eyes, which were dismissive of the world, loosened slightly, but the words he said were still cold: "King Han, I'm sitting down!"

"You can go now!"

"Next time, remember to walk through the front door!"

"Hey, I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now."

Ying Yu drank the tea in the teacup in one gulp, then got up and walked towards the entrance of the main hall.

when approaching the door.

A cold voice sounded, "My mother is in Meishan!"

heard.

Ying Yu's body trembled slightly, and then he waved his hand to show that he knew.

just.

His figure is a little bleak.

Some deep.

He had no intention of going back to Korea.

But good fortune tricks people.

"Mi's surname is Bai, also from the Duke of Chu's family. The prince Xiong lived in Chu and went to Zheng. Zisheng lived in Wu and Chu. His name was Bai Gong. His three sons went to Qin, went to Wu, and stayed in Zheng..."

"Fate tricks people..."

There was a murmur.

Kanyu rotates and reverses yin and yang.

It's like entering another dimension.

……

A large lake.

sparkling.

The reflection of the blue sky and white clouds is reflected.

Surrounded by verdant woods.

A man in a coir raincoat is sitting by the lake, with a fishing rod, fishing quietly.

As if, nothing disturbed.

It forms a quiet picture scroll with the entire lake and woods.

"The coir raincoat."

A voice came over.

A ripple flashed and spread around.

Kanyu rotation.

A handsome man in a black robe showed his figure.

It is no longer as lazy as before, but reveals a kind of royal nobility.

A pair of eyes, deep.

"See you, Young Master Yu."

The man in coir raincoat immediately dropped his fishing rod and bowed respectfully.

If the great general Ji Wuye was here, he would be dumbfounded.

You know, even in the face of him.

Have you ever seen a coir raincoat like this?

General Ji Wuye, who can cover the sky in South Korea with one hand, relies on finance, government, army, and spies.

This spy is very important.

The thirteenth uncle, Ying Yu, waved his hand, "From now on, I will assist Xue Yihou."

The coir raincoat was surprised, and looked at the thirteenth uncle Ying Yu: "My lord, where is Ji Wuye?"