Even if the three Haixi tribes are suppressing the border and the Hara tribe is at war, everything is still under control, and he has already arranged for people to go to Qianzhou.

Qianzhou and Xiao Chengxian's lives are in his own hands. If he wants Su Manrong's weapons or Su Manrong's power, isn't that just a matter of words?

The reason why he followed Su Manrong and reached out to strangle her neck was because he wanted to see what the weapon used to force General Zhu back was.

A weapon that can explode on the spot in front of General Zhuguo from fifty meters away, this kind of weapon cannot help but be desirable.

"Ming'an, please ask someone to spread the word loudly, lest my people think you want to hurt me."

Su Manrong raised her eyebrows confidently and said word by word: "According to the order of the Lord of Jinghua City, the weapon must accurately land two meters in front of King Ming'an. Don't let the weapon hurt King Ming'an in the slightest.

"

Wu Teng conveyed Su Manrong's original words to others one by one. Finally, the soldiers shouted loudly into the distance so that Su Manrong's secret guards could hear clearly.

Just as the message fell, the red dot that originally hit Ming'an's shoulder moved to two meters in front of Ming'an. The next second, an explosion resounded throughout the world.

The soil and stones thrown up from the impact point fell in front of Ming'an and Su Manrong, only staining some of their clothes and not harming them at all.

"How about it, if you let me meet my husband, I will ask someone to hand over the weapon with both hands.

By then, if you send them to Hara, you will be able to defeat the leaders of the three Haixi tribes in three strikes. You can turn the tide of the war and unify Haixi with almost no soldiers."

Su Manrong turned to look at Ming An, who looked crazy, and the smile on her face became even more confident.

Spending time here with Ming An these past two days has been really boring, so it’s time to leave.

"The weapons of Lord Jinghua are indeed powerful, but I want the weapons, but I don't want you to see Xiao Chengxian.

Black Blood has arrived in Qianzhou and should be in Southwest City, which was just rebuilt after the war.

I wonder if the Lord of Jinghua City is willing to see the tragedy that day?"

As Ming'an spoke, he put down the hand that was holding Su Manrong's neck, stepped aside, and straightened his clothes.

"What happened last time taught me a huge lesson. How could I let the last tragedy happen again?

Ming'an, how many people did Wuxue bring? We in Qianzhou have a lot of weapons like this. If your people are capable, they can get them back for you.

If you don’t have the ability, just stay in Southwest City and keep company with the undead.”

Su Manrong put away the smile on her face and looked at Ming'an solemnly.

Seeing such a crazy Ming'an, she knew very well that the tragedy in Southwest City that day must have been Ming'an's handiwork.

"Su Manrong!"

A flash of panic flashed in Ming'an's eyes, and he turned to look at Wu Teng, the hint in his eyes was very obvious.

Wu Teng shook his head, knowing that it was too late to send the news to Southwest City at this time.

I'm afraid that Black Blood has already launched an attack on Southwest City...

"Ming'an, it's you who didn't follow martial ethics first. For the sake of my husband, I have tolerated you again and again, but I am not without a temper."

Su Manrong chuckled lightly and said with a cold laugh: "Now it's your choice, do you want your black-blood organization outside Southwest City, or do you want the Hara Kingdom that you just took over?

Setting off from Southwest City to Nihara, it only takes a few hours for a horse to gallop.

But you know better than anyone what changes will occur in these few hours."

Ming'an looked at the determination in Su Manrong's eyes in disbelief. She had been trapped here for the past two days and was bored.

With so many people watching her and making sure she didn't communicate with the secret guards, why did she know so much about the war ahead and the current situation in Qianzhou?

Wu Teng clutched the sharp blade in his hand and suppressed the killing intent. He knew from the beginning that the Lord of Jinghua City would not be able to keep her, but the Lord treated her...

But before Wu Teng made any move, the red dot fell on the back of his sword-holding hand, which was very clear.

"Aren't you afraid that I will poison Xiao Chengxian? If anything happens to me, Xiao Chengxian will definitely die?"

Ming'an signaled Wu Teng to step back, and he instantly put on his usual gentle and elegant smile.

"Neither my husband nor I are afraid of death. I originally just wanted to protect the stability of Qianzhou and stay away from court disputes.

Now that I have left Qianzhou, there are people who are taking Qianzhou to continue my journey, and my husband and I have no regrets.

Do you know why my husband has been looking for ways to travel through time and seize the body?"

Su Manrong cleared her throat and started talking nonsense again...

"Because someone once said that after death, the soul can live on forever. My husband and I do not pursue getting along for the rest of our lives. We want to be together for all eternity.

That’s why I have been pursuing the art of time travel, wanting to die together, go to another time and space, and be together forever.

But the art of time travel requires the person to die with resentment. The soul of a person who dies will dissipate after death..."

Ming'an laughed loudly when he heard the sound, and seemed to look at Su Manrong as if he were a fool.

Seeing that she was not in any panic, she seemed to really be looking forward to the time-traveling technique.

The smile on his face stopped instantly: "Impossible, the light will be extinguished after death, what nonsense are you talking about."

"If when the real person dies and the lamp is extinguished, all these will cease to exist, then why do we still need to sacrifice to our ancestors?

You must also know very well that there was an emperor in the Central Plains who ended wars in many countries and also pursued the path to immortality.

The body cannot live forever, but the soul can.

If you poison or torture your husband, give me a share too. In this way, both of us will have resentment, and maybe we can pursue the art of time travel.

But if you only use poison on my husband and want me to live, that's okay.

Anyway, I will die sooner or later, but I will be separated from my husband for a while.

Forget it, why am I telling you so much?

I'm tired."

After Su Manrong finished speaking, she turned around proudly and wanted to go back to the carriage to rest.

These words were sorted out by her during the past two days when she had nothing to do. It was ridiculous, but if she reasoned carefully, she still felt that it made some sense.

However, she herself could not accept these remarks, but Ming'an knew very well that Xiao Chengxian had indeed approached a wizard before to learn about the art of time travel.

So Ming'an won't believe it completely, but he won't believe it at all either.

He will be ambiguous and unable to make a decision at the moment.

"Wang, the Lord of Jinghua City has always been eloquent, she must be talking nonsense."

Wu Teng reminded in a low voice.

"Don't forget that Xiao Chengxian asked someone about the art of time travel many days ago. How could they have expected our actions today?

There must be a way to travel through time in this world, but you can’t believe all Su Manrong’s words, but you can’t disbelieve them either.”

Ming'an quickly adjusted his thoughts and walked towards Xiao Chengxian's carriage with cold eyes.

Looking at Xiao Chengxian leaning in the carriage, he closed his eyes heavily when he saw himself, feeling lonely in his heart.

"Want to see Su Manrong? Tell me why you are looking for the art of time travel?"

Ming'an tried to look calm and without any panic.
Chapter completed!