Return from hell, the yandere villain is not easy to mess with

As the two figures disappeared completely, Lin Zhixi slowly withdrew his gaze, returned to the roadside, picked up the short knife left by Shen Xixi, and slashed his chest hard.

"Um..." Biting her lower lip hard, blood stained her robe in an instant, and a little bit of sweat appeared on her forehead. Holding back the moan of pain that was about to overflow, Lin Zhixi covered the wound and walked towards Ji Wuhen.

"My lord, Zhi Xi is incompetent. Miss Xi'er wants to leave with Fu Youxing, but I...failed to stop them!"

"..." With an expressionless expression, Ji Wuhen pulled out the soft sword from the corpse on the ground, wiped the sword against the corpse's clothes, and turned around.

"Gu Juechen, how much longer will it take?"

"Soon, Fu Minghe and Hasen escaped from the other side." Looking at Chen Qi who was fighting bravely on the side, Gu Juechen got on his horse and prepared to lead his men to intercept Fu Minghe.

"Okay..." In response, Ji Wuhen pulled back the sleeve that was being pulled, and stood up to catch up with Fu Youxing.

"My lord, the plan has not been completed yet, and we still need you in the big tent." Without any time to think, Lin Zhixi stepped forward again and took hold of Ji Wuhen's arm.

"open."

Burned by the cold light in Ji Wuhen's eyes, Lin Zhixi's hand hanging by her side tightly pinched the tender flesh on the outside of her thigh, hoping that the pain would keep her rational.

"My lord, Fu Youxing will not harm Miss Xi'er, she did it voluntarily..." Lin Zhixi suddenly stopped mid-sentence, shocked by Ji Wuhen's fierce and cruel eyes.

"You'd better pray that she will come back safely." He retracted his arm neatly and looked around. The smoke had slowly stopped.

Fu Minghe and Hasen have disappeared.

Only Shen Qing shrank and hid aside, his body shaking like chaff, and his shrewd eyes couldn't help but glance around.

Turning the hilt of the sword with his fingertips and exerting force on his wrist, Ji Wuhen let go of his soft sword and flew towards Shen Qing.

"Ah!!! Don't kill me!!" With a scream, Shen Qing's psychology completely collapsed and she cried in her arms.

He shouldn't have come to see off this broken marriage.

It's so hard that I'm going to lose my life now.

"Get him down!" Ji Wuhen frowned in disgust at his appearance.

Thinking that there were still important things to deal with, he ordered his subordinates and walked towards the big tent.

Lin Zhixi saw this and followed him regardless of the pain on his body.

She knew that Ji Wuhen would still go to Shen Xixi.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Fu Youxing gives Shen Xixi the pill to eat.

What Ji Wuhen found was a corpse!

In the tent, Bart sat slumped at the door holding his wound. King Khan's bodyguards were killed and injured numerous times. Hattu was hit by an arrow in the shoulder and passed out leaning against the end of the bed.

The old Khan King was sitting on the throne, looking at the devastation, his eyes were red for a while.

After a while, footsteps sounded at the door.

The old Khan looked at the sound.

Outside the tent, the sky was already bright, and the scorching sunlight shone in, stinging his eyes. He couldn't help but stretched out his hands to block his eyes.

With the light behind him, a bright red color appeared in the sight of the old Khan. The golden dragon on the wedding dress came to life under the light, as if it was about to break through the clothes and soar into the sky.

"You're here!" With a wry smile, the old Khan leaned back and completely lost his strength.

The white tiger blanket was soaked in blood and filled with a fishy and pungent smell.

The old Khan King didn't care, he just felt very tired, and every beat of his heart consumed all his strength.

"I'm here to help you." He walked over the corpse at his feet and walked into King Khan step by step. Ji Wuhen slowly stood in front of him.

"Who is it?" Breathing laboriously, the old Khan stared at Ji Wuhen's face.

When he saw the woman following him, he couldn't help but smile.

"It turns out...cough cough." After coughing a few times, the old Khan's face turned gray.

"Don't worry, the new King Khan will definitely protect the Hu people." After waving his hands, two of his men walked in with a young man.

"Sengemu pays homage to Father Khan!" The young man in dark green robes was not afraid of the corpses scattered in front of him and bowed to the old Khan.

"You...are you?" His gaze dropped, looking at the strange young man in front of him, with confusion in the old Khan's turbid eyes.

"I am your sixth son, Sengemu." He slowly raised his lowered head. The boy's back was straight, his nose was high, and his skin was sickly white.

It's like not seeing the sun all day long.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, the old Khan's pupils dilated and he struggled to get up, "You are...her..."

"I am the son of Princess Dayu. It is normal for you to have never seen him before." Sengemu was not moved at all by his excited look.

My heart feels colder and colder.

I feel worthless for my mother.

For such a man, I dedicated my life.

"Okay, the second brother rebelled and the third brother was seriously injured. The future of the Hu clan cannot be left without leadership. My son is willing to take over the important task." He lifted up his robe and stood up slowly. Sengemu quickly walked to the fallen table and picked it up. Start writing.

"There is no paper." After searching for a long time and not seeing any paper, Sengemu looked at his irresponsible master.

With a cold snort, Ji Wuhen picked up the scimitar on the ground, walked to the old Khan King's throne, grabbed the white tiger skin on the seat and raised his hand to slash it.

After the sound of "stab" pierced the air, a piece of white tiger skin fell into Sengemu's hands.

After getting the tiger skin, Sengemu arched his eyebrows and lay on the ground with the blood that had not yet dried up to write the Zen edict.

"You... are simply presumptuous!" By the door, Bart forced himself to stand up. Seeing how unreasonable the other party was, he was ready to step forward and teach them a lesson.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he got close to the child, the child's eyes changed instantly, like a lonely wolf king, fierce and cold, wanting to bite his flesh and blood.

"Bart...step back!" On the throne, the old King Khan waved his hand, signaling for him to step down.

Now that everything is under Ji Wuhen's control, no matter how they resist, it will be a pointless struggle.

"Father Khan, sign it!" After the last stroke was made, Sengemu patted his robe and stood up, raising his hand to bring the abdication letter to the old King Khan.

"..." Looking at the words above, the old Khan King said nothing and looked directly at the young man in front of him.

After staying for a moment, he looked at the man in red clothes behind him.

Everything that happened since last night seemed like a dream.

From the moment that monster-like man said he could help him see the people around him clearly, he had already fallen into his trap.

"Are you tired, Father?" Seeing that he was silent, Sengemu licked the roof of his mouth, took out the scimitar from his sleeve and walked to the unconscious Hatu.

"Is Father Khan afraid that Third Brother will be unhappy? I can send him away!" The thin blade of the blade was pressed against Hatu's carotid artery, and he pressed down gently, feeling the surging blood under the skin. Gemu showed a cruel smile.

"You...bring it over!" Facing Sengemu's sarcastic eyes, the old Khan closed his eyes and his voice was extremely weak.

"Thank you, Father!" After successfully receiving the abdication letter, Sengemu smiled with satisfaction.

He walked quickly to Ji Wuhen and said, "Master, I got it!"

After respectfully handing the abdication letter to Ji Wuhen, Sengemu's attitude changed 180 degrees, becoming extremely humble and well-behaved.

"Keep it, it will be your business from now on!"