The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

"We are going to another place."

"Then, wait for the 'bad news'... and then fight the final battle to bring the curtain to a close on this big drama!"

Hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned. Feng Luoer said directly: "Young Master? What do you mean by this? Wait for...bad news? Fight again? Will there be a war?"

In response, Chu Tianxiao smiled slightly and said: "The secret must not be leaked..."

Seeing that Chu Tianxiao started to lie again, everyone in the audience was speechless. Feng Luoer asked curiously: "Young Master, you can tell me where we are going next, right?"

"Of course..." Chu Tianxiao said, suddenly pointing to a certain place on the map, which attracted everyone's attention, and then he exclaimed!

"Duanyunya!?"

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A few days later.

A man in a green shirt quietly entered the barbarian land and found the residence of the eldest prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Lu Xianhui.

"Please also inform His Highness the First Prince that our old friend Qin Su is visiting."

Seeing his extraordinary popularity and elegant conversation, he looked like he was not an ordinary person. The guard did not dare to neglect him. He immediately said a few polite words and turned around to announce. After a while, he turned around and said "please".

Seeing this, the man named 'Qin Su' suddenly showed a mysterious smile, and Shi Shiran walked in.

Except for the eldest prince Lu Xianhui, there was no one else in the room.

"I heard that His Royal Highness, the eldest prince, assisted the general in destroying the barbarians, and he has succeeded. The emperor is very happy, and the honor and favor are better... It really surprised Qin."

Qin Su quickly clasped his fists and saluted, but Lu Xianhui's expression was calm and there was nothing strange about it: "Mr. Qin, I haven't seen you for many days. When we met in the barbarian land, you told me many wonderful ideas to destroy the barbarians. If you can succeed now, it's because of you. A credit... How about I ask my father to take credit for you?"

"Haha... Your Highness is joking. At first, Qin just casually said that being able to destroy barbarians depends on Your Highness's own ability..." Hearing this, Qin Su smiled, dusted his sleeves, and continued, " Qin is used to being comfortable and has no talent. He is just an idle man, so I won’t bother His Highness to recommend me...

"Xianyun Yehe... haha." After saying this, Lu Xianhui picked up the tea cup and said lightly, "Then why did Mr. Qin come here with Zhao Guo's salary and do more lip service?"

As soon as these words came out, Qin Su's eyebrows twitched. After a moment, he regained his composure and said slowly: "I haven't seen you for many years, and your highness is still very wise... Not even the top leaders of Da Zhao know my identity, but you said nothing Point out...it really makes Qin ashamed."

"Haha..." Seeing Qin Su admitting it frankly, Lu Xianhui still had no emotion on his face, so he said calmly: "Mr. Qin, we people don't talk secretly, what is the purpose of your coming here? Can you tell me? "

Hearing the sound, Qin Su knew that this person was incompetent, and all kinds of clichés, friendship and other methods would not work at all... So at that moment, he felt cruel and said directly: "I came here to eliminate a serious problem for His Highness! "

Lu Xianhui's eyes narrowed: "Oh? How come I don't know that I am in serious trouble?"

Qin Su couldn't help but feel a headache when he heard this... Pretending to be stupid should be his common method in negotiations, but he didn't want his identity to be exposed once, and the balance was tilted, and now he is at the bottom...

But now, Qin Su had no retreat. He stepped forward, picked up a cup of tea, dipped it in the tea water, and slowly wrote three words on the table.

Lu Xianhui remained expressionless.

"Your Highness?" Qin Su frowned when he saw this.

Lu Xianhui's expression was indifferent. He unfolded a military map and after a brief glance, his finger instantly clicked on a certain place...

"I think...it's a street pavilion, right?"

"Haha...Young Emperor Zhao is quite courageous this time..."

Although these two sentences were not long, they sounded like thunder in Qin Su's ears - as a lobbyist, he had already guessed his own intentions without saying anything...

"Mr. Qin, don't be nervous. You are an old friend of this palace. Even if the two countries are at war, you will not kill the envoy..." Lu Xianhui finished his sentence leisurely. Qin Su took a long breath and regained his composure... Neither did he The stupid person immediately realized it and said: "It seems that His Highness wants to know more?"

Lu Xianhui smiled lightly and said nothing.

"...This time, Mr. Zhao is determined to win."

"Haha... soldiers are very fast. Young Emperor Zhao should be on the way now, right?"

"...I don't know what His Highness is talking about..."

"Then tell me what you know."

Seeing Lu Xianhui's indifferent expression, Qin Su felt like a rat pulling a tortoise, unable to make a move. Instead, he was being pressed step by step...

Feeling slightly anxious, he could only whisper four words: "Great cultivator."

After saying these words, Lu Xianhui's expression finally changed. A hint of surprise flashed past, and then it turned into surprise and a trace of... amusement.

"Young Emperor Zhao...actually wants to violate the 'Chinese Blood Oath'?"

Qin Su raised his head and denied, "His Highness said this himself. Great Zhao has never had such ridiculous thoughts."

"Haha, then why did Mr. Qin come?" Lu Xianhui didn't point out, but just smiled faintly. Qin Su said after hearing this: "I heard that His Highness's biological mother was selected into the palace in Jindu... Jindu , it can be regarded as His Highness’s second home..."

Lu Xianhui narrowed his eyes and said with a faint smile: "Yes, that is the homeland that this palace is trying its best to protect..."

"Haha, your highness may not know that my Majesty Zhao also has some experience in Jindu's special autumn soup... Zhao people are all elegant people who know how to appreciate it."

"...I agree with this."

After a conversation on the phone, Qin Su suddenly felt happy when he heard Lu Xianhui say this: "Your Highness is saying..."

"hehe……"

Lu Xianhui smiled mysteriously, and before Qin Su could figure out the meaning, a cold murderous intent locked onto him!

Then!

A sword through the heart!

Blood surges!

Qin Su grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands weakly and looked at Lu Xianhui with an expression of disbelief: "I...when I entered this place, there were...many people...saw...and...you promised..."

"Haha, I have said that I will not kill my friends or envoys, but my subordinates are assassins." Lu Xianhui stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at this person with a playful smile, "The assassin wanted to assassinate me, but I was killed by him. Is this enough reason to fight back? "

As he spoke, he smiled faintly, and then drew his sword!

"you!--"

Qin Su only had time to cry out, and then he fell down. He could not close his eyes until he died - how could this happen? He was the most outstanding diplomatic envoy of the Great Zhao. How could he not even be able to capture Lu Xianhui, and yet be killed by him... casually?

"Do you know what kind of person will win in the end?"

Lu Xianhui knelt down, closed the man's round eyes, and murmured, not knowing who to listen to...

"In this world, only those who are unpredictable can win!"