Zaisuke

After the two greeted each other with a smile on their faces, the tense atmosphere suddenly eased.

Qiao Xuange wasn't surprised at all. Jiang Xiu came here to pick someone up, which meant that he was ready to play wild in other people's territory. If he and Zhang Yao disagreed, he guaranteed that the three of them would have no problem running away.

Zhang Yao had to think more about it. Jiang Xiu was not a young boy who had just seized the power of the emperor. He couldn't hold down even a group of civil servants and generals. He took over the throne at fifteen, and it has been six years since he took over the throne.If he made Jiang Xiu escape instead, he would definitely stir up some storms in Nanman later.

After Zhang Yao drank Jiang Xiu's tea first, he showed a smile, "Emperor Changyun, he came to Nanman from Dongwu, and he is used to eating and lodging."

Zhang Yao wanted to gossip, so Jiang Xiu said along the way, "But I just arrived today, and I haven't eaten or stayed yet."

Zhang Yao changed the subject and said, "Xuange, since Emperor Changyun came to pick you up in person, I won't keep you any longer. See you by fate."

Qiao Xuange's words were as cold as an unsheathed sword's edge, "I have no fate with you. When we meet again, maybe I want to test the thickness of your neck skin with a sword."

Zhang Yao shrugged regretfully, and smiled helplessly at Jiang Xiu, "Perhaps there is no blessing in life, Emperor Changyun, do you think so?"

Jiang Xiu and Qiao Xuange stood up, twitched the corners of their mouths and said with a smile: "The young master is not a person who will be sad, so don't pretend in front of this gentleman, you are so tired."

Because of Jiang Xiu's words, Zhang Yao kept his mouth shut, and compared the posture of asking, why did he think that Emperor Changyun is quite interesting today.

However, the man did not let go, and a gust of wind seemed to get in front of Zhang Yao with one hand, and he cupped his hands to report, and the spiritual power condensed into Zhang Yao's ears while his lips were buzzing.

Jiang Xiu and Qiao Xuange were about to leave, but Zhang Yao stopped them in front of them with one hand, his eyes darkened.

After Jiang Xiu thought for a while, he turned his head and asked Qiao Xuange beside him, "You came to meet Zhang Yao today, why didn't you see Xi Yin?"

At first glance, there seemed to be some problems with these words. Qiao Xuange met Zhang Yao, why was Xi Yin present.

Qiao Xuange, Xi Yin, and Jiang Xiu knew each other well. It was true that Jiang Xiu liked Qiao Xuange, but Qiao Xuange and Xi Yin admired each other. My mind converges.

And when Qiao Xuange met Zhang Yao, a man who had obvious plans for her, Xi Yin should have been there before Qiao Xuange if he wasn't with him.

Even if he came today, Jiang Xiu was only going to take care of Qiao Xuange and Xi Yin. He really didn't want to rely on himself for the hero to save the beauty.

Qiao Xuange paused before saying, "He said that with you here, I'm fine."

Zhang Yao, who had listened to his subordinates' report here, was almost afraid of holding him for two minutes. Changyun Dijun's lapel said: "Dijun, your brother went to my Wuchen Palace for a walk, and let's go to the Hall of Valor, let's talk about it." Discuss, give me a word."

"What are you talking about? Let him go!"

Qiao Xuange's long sword was pointed at Zhang Yao's throat, and his Adam's apple was rolling against the edge of the sword, but Zhang Yao's thoughts of admiring the beauty were still on the side, and he spoke in a depressed and low voice.

These words were not addressed to Qiao Xuange, but to Jiang Xiu.

"I didn't offend you, but what your brother moved could make the old man kill me, Emperor Changyun."

Jiang Xiu said slowly: "For the things of your Hall of Valor, I sent myself as a hostage in front of you."

Zhang Yao looked at Jiang Xiu, and Jiang Xiu's handsome brows and eyes were full of panic ridicule at him. It's not Jiang Xiu's way to enjoy life or death.

Zhang Yao let go, then straightened his sleeves to calm his face, and waved his hand, "For the time being, I believe that Dijun made friends carelessly, but please take Dijun and Xuange as hostages."

Zhang Yao waved his hand down, and the master of Wuchen Palace hiding in the dark, and his beautiful "wife" all surrounded Qiao Xuange and Jiang Xiu, showing a strong oppression.

Qiao Xuange drew Jiang Xiu behind him with a slash of his saber. Although the young emperor had good aptitude, he usually neglected to practice, and he was only at the stage of transformation.

The woman's Mahayana cultivation was so overwhelming that she couldn't breathe, let alone Jiang Xiu.

Although out of passivity, Jiang Xiu still had time to tease Zhang Yao: "Just now the young master said that the old man wants your life, and you are also the heir appointed by the palace master. The palace master just said it in a moment of anger, so don't take it seriously."

"It turns out that there are treasures in the Hall of Valor of the Guizong. I thought that only the sages of the past in Wuchen Palace were enshrined. From this point of view..."

Jiang Xiu's unfinished words had a deep meaning. Zhang Yao's face was a little livid, and he sneered: "The emperor has no children under his knees, so why don't you speak for your people and officials in Dongwu."

After saying that, Zhang Yao's figure flashed on the spot, and his right hand was clawed towards Jiang Xiu.

Qiao Xuange's face changed slightly, and he raised his sword to block Zhang Yao's attack.

However, under Zhang Yao's extremely fast attack, Jiang Xiu slowly pulled Qiao Xuange behind him, separating Qiao Xuange from the woman and the master of Wuchen Palace.

"What are you doing..." Before Qiao Xuange could finish her questioning, she saw a man standing in front of Zhang Yao and Jiang Xiu with a sword. There was a gurgling sound in the throat.

The man in Xuanyi is handsome and cold, the sword edge is staggered from Zhang Yao's right hand, and with another turn, he can directly grab Zhang Yao's wrist.

"I just said, where Emperor Changyun is, how can Bai Shui not be there." Zhang Yao said, and retreated after meeting the man.

With Bai Shui around, Jiang Xiu was more like an emperor, and said with aloofness and dignity: "He is tall and powerful, and I was afraid of scaring you if I let him out. Isn't Young Master Zhang scared?"

Zhang Yao, stimulated again by Jiang Xiu's handsome face with a false smile, took several deep breaths before calming down.

"Emperor Changyun, have you forgotten that this is Nanman, not Dongwu?" After saying this, Zhang Yao regained some demeanor of the young master of Wuchen Palace, stepped back half a step, and continued, "Emperor, in Nanman, What you have to believe is not Bai Shui's cultivation and skill, but my ability to make you..."

Speaking of this, Zhang Yao showed a slightly sinister smile, and his ambiguous eyes fell on the woman he called his wife.

"Same as Yan'er."

Jiang Xiu smiled frivolously, with the cynicism of a son-in-law, but Zhang Yao could see that this kind of fake smile used to confuse opponents was indifferent to Jiang Xiu's strategy. Emperor Changyun came out to protect people, so he must be fully prepared. Will not fold myself into it.

Hearing Zhang Yao's words, the corners of the lips of a threatened emperor curled into a smile, subconsciously wanting to pull the sleeve of Bai Shui standing in front of him.

"Listen, there are people who threaten me to go to this position, they can't protect me, and your monthly salary will be deducted."

However, before he could speak, an unspeakable pain swept over Jiang Xiu's soul, as if someone had been forcibly pushed into a sea of ​​thunder.

Jiang Xiu hugged his shoulders, and his body trembled uncontrollably. The pain deep in the bone marrow made Jiang Xiu break out in a cold sweat. His originally fair face was pale, and his eyes stopped at the corner of Bai Shui's sleeve.

Bai Shui put his hand on his waist, felt his pulse, and asked Zhang Yao sideways, "You did it?"

"I did it, I took the opportunity to do it a long time ago..." Zhang Yao said.

Jiang Xiu supported Bai Shui's arm to support his body, and the pain of Yuanshen's immersion in the thunder sea of ​​crossing tribulation slowly faded away. After Zhang Yao's words fell, he looked up at Bai Shui and said, "It's not him."

Bai Shui squinted his long and narrow phoenix pupils, and there was a knife-like sharpness in his silent pupils.

For a moment, Jiang Xiu wanted to reach out to help Bai Shui smooth his slightly wrinkled brows.