Next second.

Step down heavily!

boom!!!

Use cavalry to lead the way.

As the arrow of the cavalry, Zuo Zhong didn't hear clearly what the Nanzhao soldiers shouted.

He only knew that the anger accumulated by his son along the way needed a catharsis.

And now.

The best way to vent is to face the city full of sin!

The weakest cavalry with sixty cavalry, the weakest can serve as the commander of the tenth men in the Beiwei Army.

At this time, a group of cavalrymen were invincible in Nanzhao City!

fine.

These cavalry still remembered in their minds that the purpose of coming to Nanzhao this time was to steal the bride rather than massacre the city.

If not.

Maybe there will be an extra "enclave" in the territory of the Southern Song Dynasty!

With cavalry leading the way, more than a dozen carriages were running very quickly.

It was like a bull, driving to the center of the city at the fastest speed, in front of a rather 'sanctified' building.

"Rumbling, rumble."

A thunderous sound rang out from above the building.

Zuo Zhong looked up and saw a feeling of fear flashing in his eyes.

"Damn it, it actually causes thunder?"

"Vara is proud?"

Above the oval building.

A middle-aged man wearing silk and a crown, under the escort of more than a dozen guards, shouted angryly at Zuo Zhong.

"Ha, your mother's shit! Tell me that the Temple of the Virgin is there!"

While speaking, Zuo Zhong had already raised his left hand.

On it.

The iron-arm crossbow filled with six crossbow arrows emitted a faint cold light.

The originally angry expression froze on the face of the middle-aged man wearing a crown above the building.

Then, he asked tentatively:

"Cold...cold people?"

"nonsense!"

The bowstring was tense, and Zuo Zhong yelled with a grin:

"Give you another chance to say something, either answer me or die!!!"

......

......

Zuo Zhong made a lot of noise.

Lan Li, who was staying in the carriage, could not have been unaware of it.

But at this time.

Under Dongfang Bai's gaze, Lan Li was facing a mirror and tidying up her hair...

"Don't you care?"

"What do you care about? Let him do it!"

"Aren't you afraid of that saint of the generation?"

"Scared! I'm dying!"

"Then you still..."

While speaking, Dongfang Bai pointed out the window, with a constipated expression on his face.

"What about that?"

Putting down the mirror in his hand, Renli turned to look at her:

"I'm afraid she's going to die, but I'm afraid she's stopping Zixuan and me."

"If you do this, she won't stop it?"

Dongfang Bai looked stunned, feeling that he couldn't understand Lan Li's brain circuit.

"I want to make a gesture,"

"What posture?"

"A fierce gesture!"

"?"

"I want her to know that if she doesn't return Zixuan to me, then this Nanzhao City, including the entire Nanzhao Kingdom, will have no need to exist."

After saying the above words in a plain tone, Lan Li's heart kept beating.

He knew he had done something wrong.

But there is nothing to do.

He doesn't plan to change anything either!

After seeing what the "Nanzhao Kingdom" is, Lan Li no longer intends to let Zixuan come back to "visit her relatives" in her life!

Zixuan is the saint of Nanzhao.

How should Lan Li abandon Nanzhao?

Or, in the days to come, every few days, they will be disturbed by people from Nanzhao who are asking for money, food, and weapons.

After agreeing, Renli was frustrated.

If he doesn't agree, Zixuan will probably cry.

That's the case.

There was an argument with Zixuan in the future.

It would be better to block her mouth with the toughest posture at the beginning!

His eyes passed through the window and looked at the King of Nanzhao who was still defending Zuo Zhong outside.

After Lan Li's eyes dimmed for a moment, they became brighter again.
Chapter completed!