The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

Langya's footsteps also stopped at this moment. The body on his back hung down with both hands weakly. The maid hiding in the tent poked her head out and saw the purple ankle of the dead girl.

"How to do?"

There was not much fluctuation in his tone, he just frowned. The smoke should have been foolproof, but unfortunately his luck was not good. The guard actually had the strength to shout so loudly.

"What else can we do? Just rush out. Give me the woman's body. I'll lead these people away, and you can take Sisi back with you."

The dagger was no longer useful, so Zuo Mingyuan picked up the spear that had fallen to the ground and turned his fingertips. The tip of the spear flashed with a cold light.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the noisy sound seemed to come from the direction I came from. The flickering fire suddenly exploded from a small point into a blazing fire.

"Fire! Fire!"

Ke Luo's soldiers shouted loudly, and all of a sudden they were in chaos. A general came out and shouted at them to calm down.

But the flames that had risen for unknown reasons were blown by the sudden strong wind and suddenly rushed towards the surrounding soldiers.

"Just now!"

The two looked at each other, and immediately seized the opportunity to pass through the gaps in the panicked crowd. The hot flames drifted across their clothes and cheeks, leaving patches of light red scars.

The clothes were on fire. Zuo Mingyuan was very fast. After he rushed out of the encirclement, he was about to roll on the ground to put out the flames, but the powder blowing in his face forced him to close his eyes.

"Okay, where's the wolf's fang?"

That was Yun Nian's voice. When she saw Lang Ya holding someone, she was a little surprised, but she still didn't say anything.

She threw out the thing similar to a thunder and fire bomb in her hand, which exploded in front of Langya. Just like Zuo Mingyuan, his body was also covered with white powder.

When Langya passed through the flames, he held the woman in his arms and used his body to shield her from the flames. She was clearly dead, but he still cherished her so much.

He carefully put the person in his arms back on his back. The clothes on his back had long been burned to ashes, and dense bubbles appeared on his back.

Yun Nian didn't say much to them. She looked at the raging fire and screaming sounds behind her, and stretched out her hand to Zuo Mingyuan.

"Hurry up, this fire won't last long, they will react soon."

It would be bad if they caught up with them. Zuo Mingyuan picked up Yun Nian and ran across the boundless desert with Langya, with bright moonlight above their heads.

He was trying hard to run forward, so naturally he didn't see the complicated expression on Yun Nian's face when she looked back. After they left, a silver-haired figure appeared from behind the stone.

Song Yanga held a small bell in his hand. His expression looked very indifferent. He just pulled out the cotton inside and fiddled with it gently.

A clear bell rang in the middle of the night. The mummy that had been lying quietly outside the Keluo military camp suddenly moved as if it had heard some command, and then began to "squeak".

The ground began to move.

"How dare you give away the things I gave you so casually to others? You disobedient child, you will be punished."

The bell only rang once, and then he put it into his chest. He turned and walked towards the fire, looking at the messy army expressionlessly, with disgust that was difficult to conceal flashing in his eyes.

After seeing him, the general who had said he was going to inspect came up to him flatteringly, looked at the mess, and explained with a guilty conscience,

"Master Imperial Master, you are here. I..."

"waste!"

Song Yanga didn't even look at him, he just uttered two words through his teeth as he passed by. The man's expression froze for a moment, but he didn't dare to refute. He could only curse inwardly while lowering his head.

"You are just a bastard who became the national teacher by luck. Do you really think you are such a great person?"

He wanted to say something else, but he found that everyone around him seemed to have disappeared completely, and some rustling sounds were heard.

The mummies with hollow eyes had been facing him for some time, motionless, like a strange sacrificial scene.

Suddenly, countless black snakes jumped out from under the sand and bit him.

The Imperial Master expressionlessly lifted the curtain of the main camp and saw the winding blood soaking the precious carpet, while the brainless Turancha was lying on the ground, lifeless.

He stood in front of the corpse, was silent for a while, then stepped on it.

"I originally wanted you to try a more tragic death, but unfortunately, someone else got there first. It's a relief for you to die so easily."

This lustful and arrogant guy should be turned into a mummy to let everyone see that this is the fate of those who dare to covet Her Royal Highness the Princess.

Unfortunately, Turancha was a noble of Korro after all. Although he was the national teacher, he was not one of their people after all, so he could not do something that would obviously provoke hatred.

But since Turancha is dead, Korlo will definitely send another person. Among the remaining good-for-nothings, there is only one person who is qualified to lead the troops.

That guy Urtu...

When Song Yanga thought about the private message that Fuqiu had sent to that guy, which seemed a little unclear, he felt that his emotions were about to get out of control.

Why would a person fall in love with someone else? That child is the one he has carefully nurtured and raised. Why should he be snatched away by others when he is about to blossom?

He didn't think he loved Fuqiu that much, but as a teacher, he had the responsibility to choose a suitable husband for Fuqiu. Ke Luo didn't have anyone suitable for her.

Those male lovers were just children playing tricks on Fuqiu. She would keep as many as she liked as long as she was happy. It was worth his efforts to imprison them.

Only Urtu, only Urtu, only he is different. He is different from the others. He wants Fuqiu's heart, haha, forget it.

The imperial master's silver hair fluttered in the wind in the tent. He rubbed Turancha's face a few more times with an expressionless face, then took out a silk handkerchief and slowly wiped the sole of his shoe, then threw the handkerchief aside.

"It doesn't matter. Let him come here too. Anyway, our respected Emperor only cares about the final result. As for how many people died in the process and what their status was, he probably doesn't care."

The flames had gone out, disappearing as suddenly as they had appeared. Only a few bodies lying on the ground indicated what had happened.

A soldier lying dead on the ground was still holding the copper coins he had just received.