"The Supervisor has been here all the way, and it is not all for Xiaopinger. I thank the Supervisor for such kindness, so why should the homeless person go home? But how can the homeless person go home?"

Inside the veil, the trembling woman had calmed down, letting go of her hand, squeezing the reins, and got off from the horse, plucking up the courage to look at the cold figure.

"Is it that cold palace? What's the difference between lying in a coffin?"

Bai Ning frowned.

In the sky, the voice "aaaaaa" fell back. The Qin Xue's personal army, who had reacted around, hurriedly approached, opened the arrow, and drew out the scimitar. Mu Huali shouted at them in the language of the tribe, waved his hands wildly. He understood that if no one caught it, he would fall down and die.

"Master, do you know how selfish you are? Your tolerance is only given to one person, and others can't get a little bit of it. Ping'er understands very well. He grew up in the palace and has seen many such things. Some people are scattered poisonous snakes, and they will be bitten to death when they get close to it."

The sleeves of the robe were waved up and the palms were poked out.

The moment the figure fell from the sky with his limbs kicked, his fingertips gently touched the falling force, grabbed the armored collar and lifted the opponent in his hand. When Mu Huali hurried forward, Bai Ning threw his arm and the figure in his hand flew high again.

"Ahhhhh"

"So you're far away from this governor, right?"

After a long time, Xiaopinger did not answer. There was no emotion behind the veil. He just lowered his head slightly. The wind blew across the low grass. The veil moved and pressed on his face, as if it was brewing emotions.

In the sky, the figure fell down again, and the screaming sounds had already been heard. On the battlefield, the urgent horns were blowing, and the nearby grassland warriors were moving closer toward the place. Bai Ning's eyes narrowed and his arms raised upwards.

Temujin was held in his hands.

Mu Huali was anxiously gestured, riding a horse and shouting around, asking them not to come over. At this time, on the other side, the woman gritted her teeth and her arms trembled: "Pinger is the high priest here. Although her face is already burnt, her status is respected. Here, Sister Borte treats me very well, just like her family. Temujin Khan treats me like her brother. Unlike you, everyone in the Wu Dynasty only has the difference between 'useful' and 'useless'. Your family is the same, right? That day mouse is probably dead now, right?"

As she spoke, she suddenly approached, swung her claws over, and was slapped by Bai Ning with one hand. In the moment she staggered, Xiao Ping'er screamed, and took out a dagger from her belt and stabbed it. With a blink of an eye, the priest's dagger flipped over and flew out and inserted it into the soil.

Bai Ning grabbed the woman's robe collar and dragged it in front of him, "Do you know that your martial arts skills are so weak? Helian Ruxue, who is almost invincible in your eyes, is dead."

"So, what Ping'er just said is right."

The veil was rolling up in struggle, and Xiao Ping'er's face was already full of tears, "She must have pretended to be mine, she must have been kind to you, but she still died, right? If nothing had happened at the beginning, then the one who died was the real Ping'er, because you would not leave a trace of tears for a person who didn't care. You only have the ragged Wu Chao's wife in your heart, and the others were like passing by in a hurry in their eyes. Is Ping'er right?"

The hand unconsciously let go, the woman stumbled back, wiped her tears and put the veil down, stood there and looked at him motionlessly. Bai Ning was silent in her sight, and after a moment, she smiled sarcastically: "It turns out that the person who sees the most clearly is you."

While speaking, he stretched his arm down from above and patted Bai Ning's hand gently, and his majestic voice smiled in the sky: "Can the Wu Chaoren put me down first? Although the sky can overlook the earth, I prefer the feeling of being down-to-earth with both feet."

Bai Ning flipped his hand and lowered the raised figure, but he still held it in his hand. On the other side, Temujin breathed a sigh of relief, waved to the soldiers around him, and after saying a few words in Mongolian, the soldiers who were trapped in large numbers gradually retreated.

"Wu Chaoren, you are the most powerful warrior I have ever seen. No, let's talk about it, what are the requirements for coming to the grassland? Women? Or tribe?"

Hearing this, Xiao Ping'er, who was originally crying, burst out laughing. Thinking that the atmosphere was not right, he stopped immediately, quietly retreated a little, and left the space. At this time, the skylight had begun to darken. In the orange light, Bai Ning let go of Temujin and put his hand on his shoulder, unable to tolerate the other party's rejection, and walked towards the hillside when he came.

"Now the grassland is yours, what are the plans of the respected Khan?" After walking through the grass slope, Bai Ning looked at the stretched battlefield at the foot of the mountain, and he finally missed it.

The wind blew across the grass slope, and silver threads floated in the breeze. The thick and generous man looked at the other party's feminine side face, and his eagle-like eyes narrowed: "Are you coming for the Wu Dynasty?"

Facing the wind, Bai Ning smiled: "Yes!" After the words came, his smile calmed down: "After all, it was his own nation a few years ago, and he experienced the Jurchens going south again. It was the twilight years, so he always had to take a try."

"So you're going to fight," Temujin lowered his voice, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared: "So come here and tell me not to interfere in the grassland, or not to take a bite in Wu Chao?"

"We have already said what we should say."

Bai Ning's voice fell down and he looked back, "But don't forget that you are one step away from me. It's easy to kill you, or take you hostage to the Wu Dynasty and kill it again, so that Mongolia will be in chaos."

"Then why don't you do this?"

"It's meaningless that you die today, and a new Khan will be born tomorrow. Maybe you have called another name, but in the end you can't change the facts, it's better to let you live." Bai Ning turned his hand back. Temujin couldn't hear the meaning. History and time and space have their own repair nature. Even if he is killed, there will be other people to replace him and become another Genghis Khan. Maybe ten years later, or twenty years later, what the Wu Dynasty needs to face will eventually happen again.

All I can do is to postpone this reenactment. How long it will depend on God's intention.

"Hahaha"

"Okay! So, I am your prey. If you don't kill me today, you owe a debt. What you said just now, I agree. I will never attack the Southern Dynasty, nor will I allow one Mongolian soldiers to step into the territory of the Wu Dynasty."

"My grassland man should be as broad as the sky."

Temujin's voice sounded in this dusk that was about to fall and spoke certain words.

"Our family wants you to break arrows in front of your subordinates." Bai Ning closed his eyes slightly when he said this.

"good!"

The white turtle stood on the hill, and under the hill were tens of thousands of cavalry standing quietly in the wind. Temujin walked under the white turtle, holding up an arrow in his hand and looking at the sight of the pairs of people. The cloak was rushing in the direction of the wind.

"Borjijin Temujin, in the name of immortality, swear that in his lifetime, he will never rush his army to the Wu Dynasty to communicate with the southerners, just like a brother's relationship. Today, you spread my words into the wind and let the wind carry them to the leaders of various tribes."
Chapter completed!