Abandoning concubines and raising children to seize the throne

"what!"

Fangruo screamed, and Guan Xiao ran over immediately.

"what happened?"

Looking down, I felt nauseated.

In front of him is a female corpse that has been pecked by vultures beyond recognition. Her exposed hands have turned into white bones. Even in the clear sky and in broad daylight, it is still extremely horrifying.

"Let's go quickly."

Guan Xiao resisted the nausea and pulled Fangruo's sleeve.

Fangruo stood still. There was a snake-shaped mark on the man's exposed arm. This was a sign of cultivating poison. Could it be...

Fangruo pushed Guan Xiao away, squatted down slowly, lifted the arm of the corpse with a stick, and looked at it carefully, feeling shocked.

This is Zhu Yuyan!

She will never admit it wrong!

Unexpectedly, she also came to the coast of the North Sea and died in the wilderness.

Who killed her, and what happened to her on the shores of the North Sea?

"what happened?"

Guan Xiao asked, holding his nose.

Fangruo dropped the branch and said quietly: "This person should be Zhu Yuyan."

Guan Xiao took a step back in surprise.

"What, why is she... here?"

"I don't know, something must have happened. Let's go quickly. Remember, when you get to Beihai, talk less and be sure to hide your whereabouts."

Fangruo took out two masks from his arms, which were left behind when he was pretending to be a farmer in the capital. At that time, Fangruo was more thoughtful and buried the two masks under the tree in front of the house. Now they can Come in handy.

Guan Xiao was disgusted with this thing. If it hadn't been for this thing, his grandfather would not have been nearly killed. Thinking of Marshal Guan, a little sadness filled his eyes.

I don't know who can take care of him when he is away.

With a silent sigh, he put on the mask and immediately turned into a dark-faced woodcutter. Fangruo also covered his flowery face, no different from an ordinary village woman.

The two changed their clothes and hurried down the mountain.

On a small island in the sea, several Dongliu dwarf ghosts were sitting on a small horse and having a meeting.

The leader was General Nojiri, who was short in stature.

He had lost all his patience after failing to make a strong attack these few times. His contact with the Xiaoyao Sect also ended in failure, and he couldn't help but cursed a few times in anger.

A bald general sat aside and didn't dare to say anything.

Nojiri Chuuji cursed a few times and said to several people: "What is going on at the coastline? Why can't we cross it?"

"We don't know yet. According to people who came back, they felt a numbness and tingling sensation as soon as they got close to this place, and then they lost consciousness."

Nojiri Chuuji cursed a piece of trash.

"The Xiaoyao Sect must be playing tricks on us. If we want to enter Beihai again, we can only wait for a windy day."

The man on the right hesitated for a moment and said: "Perhaps we can send one person to sneak into Beihai and win over a group of martial arts people to achieve the purpose of dividing them."

Nojiri Chuuji snorted and spat: "Zhongyuan people are tall. When our people go over, they will know at a glance. If this method is feasible, do you still need to fart?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a little boy of eight or nine years old walked in from outside.

Although he is not that big, he is very impressive, with his chin held high, looking arrogant.

Several people immediately stood up and said respectfully: "See the young prince Morita."

This child is the only son of Prince Morita, the Morita Piyanzi whom Ye Jinglan once pretended to be.

He looked at the few people with an arrogant expression, and said as if lecturing his children: "You trash, you can't even take a small North Sea coast, you are just a bunch of losers."

Several people dared not speak, their heads almost stuck in their crotches.

Morita Piyanzi snorted coldly and said with his hands behind his back: "Send me to Beihai. I will handle this matter."