“Xin Lin, get out of the way. You have committed a tremendous crime. You will calculate your guilt when you return to the military camp.”
The little marquis in blood-clothed face was full of arrogance.
Fortunately, several of his subordinates told him about this without telling Murong Ziyue.
“Xin Lin, don’t worry about this. You discovered the secret path, destroyed most of the secret paths, and made great contributions. If you have any problems, you can report to the saint master when you return to the military headquarters.”
Sikong Ran glanced at Xin Lin and advised.
This time, Xin Lin was able to discover the secret passage with his own strength, which surprised Sikong Ran.
It’s just about falling geese, and Yan Beizhao’s incident… Xin Lin is afraid that he can’t let it go.
Sikongran sighed in his heart.
The little marquis in blood sneered, and he glanced at the villagers.
“Dad.”
Xiaotong shrank into Tong’s arms, trembling.
“Don’t be afraid of children. There will be no problem.”
Dad Tong hesitated. He looked at Xin Lin and placed his last hope in his heart.
Although Mr. Tong didn’t know why she trusted a foreigner so much.
But Xin Lin said it right now.
They are Qing Cang people, and they are not afraid of death.
“What if I don’t let it go.”
Xin Lin didn’t move at all.
“And we are.”
Xiao Xinzhuo and Lu Yuan also stood up.
“Do you think you can stop so many of us by just a few people?”
The little marquis in blood sneered.
“And we are.”
Murong Ziyue and Mu Chen appeared from one end of the secret passage.
After Murong Ziyue returned to the military headquarters, she learned that several soldiers she accompanied had reported the secret.