Stealing Hook [Rebirth]

The Baichong people led the way, and Lian Mufeng led a group of bodyguards to pack up their carriages and followed closely behind. The two groups of people walked through the dark forest and cut through two streams, and walked forward for several hours. , It was not until the twilight of the sky that I saw the extremely vast and endless settlement of the Baichong people.

When they reached a densely populated place, the giant centipede no longer followed forward, but it didn't intend to turn back and leave. Instead, it waved its tentacles to touch Mo Yuan's body, and lay down on the spot.

Mo Yuan touched its tentacles, as if he had received its kindness.

A group of people continued to move forward. As the head of all the families, Bailishi lived in the innermost layer of the settlement. Patriarch Duan Gan didn't intend to introduce them along the way, and led them all the way inside.

There are many low-level clansmen living here, and Lian Mufeng is not worried about Patriarch Duan Gan setting up an ambush here, leading the bodyguard team to follow up openly, and only secretly told everyone to be more vigilant.

After walking in this way for another half an hour, the people in front finally stopped, and what appeared in front of them was a large group of buildings with scattered heights.

Patriarch Duan Gan raised his hand to signal, and the closed gates around the buildings were slowly opened. Not long after, a man over fifty in Chinese clothes came out in a sedan chair.

Mo Yuan noticed Lian Mufeng's scrutinizing gaze, and said in a low voice, "This is Patriarch Baili."

"Patriarch? It doesn't look like you are sick." Lian Mufeng lingered on Patriarch Baili for a moment, then turned to the person carrying the sedan chair, and asked with a frown, "Why do those bearers have brand marks on their foreheads?"

"They are all slaves." Mo Yuan's eyes were slightly cold, but his tone did not reveal any emotion, "Jiuxi captives."

Lian Mufeng's impression of the Hundred Zong Clan became worse in an instant. Before he came, he knew that the Hundred Zong Clan still kept the ancient custom of raising slaves, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he realized that the evil in their bones was far worse than he imagined. very.

Burning marks on people's foreheads can easily cause high fever, and the weak will often die here if they can't survive. The Hundred Zerg would rather lose half of their population than humiliate these captives. One can imagine what kind of inhuman life these captives live in their daily life .

The slaves who carried the sedan chair bowed and put down the sedan chair. One of them stepped forward half a step and lay down on the ground. Patriarch Baili stepped on the man's back and bowed his hands to salute Mo Yuan. Ruya: "Mr. Mo Yao has worked hard all the way, and the old man has lost his way. Please don't be offended, all distinguished guests! Please come inside!"

Mo Yuan smiled and greeted him: "Patriarch Baili is safe and sound!"

Lian Mufeng gave Pei Yuan a look, indicating that he would take someone to stay outside to guard the carriage, while he and Mo Yuan entered the gate and went up to the attic.

After being seated, the Patriarch Baili got straight to the point: "Is Mr. Mo Yao here to fulfill the agreement?"

Mo Yuan nodded with a smile: "That's right, but I never thought that the Hundred Zerg would break the contract."

Patriarch Baili chuckled: "Patriarch Duan Gan has neglected the honored guest, I will accompany you on his behalf, but Mr. Mo Yao can't even try to deceive the old man. Although the old man is in southern Xinjiang, he still has eyes and ears in the Central Plains. Now the Central Plains Dynasty The situation is different from what King Xuan said at the beginning, this agreement must be voided if not voided."

While talking, a slave came up the stairs with a bow and a limp, holding a teapot in his hand, and poured a cup of tea for each of them one after another.

Lian Mufeng subconsciously looked at his forehead, and sure enough, he saw the same brand marks as those bearers, but this slave can enter and leave the hall, so the treatment must be pretty good, at least the clothes on his body can still be seen, but...

Sitting next to Mo Yuan, Lian Mufeng was a little surprised to find that the slave glanced at Mo Yuan from the ends of his withered hair. The eyes under the drooping eyelids seemed to be cloudy, but they were actually full of light.

Lian Mufeng looked at Mo Yuan without any trace, and quickly looked away.

Patriarch Duan Gan picked up the teacup and took a sip. Seeing nothing wrong, he raised his foot and kicked the slave's heart, stood up and stepped on the slave's face, and shouted sharply: "Stupid animal! Such hot tea can be used for Are you entertaining the distinguished guests?"

The hands in Mo Yuan's sleeves were clenched into fists. He turned his eyes to Patriarch Baili, ignoring the slaves who kept kowtowing on the ground, and said unchanged: "Patriarch Baili, don't worry too much about the changes in the situation in the Central Plains. If we want to rule southern Xinjiang, our lord wants to ascend the throne and proclaim himself emperor, as long as we can both achieve our ultimate goal, cooperation can be discussed again."

Patriarch Baili's expression was obviously moved.

Patriarch Duan Gan sneered and said, "Earlier, King Xuan said that he would use weapons in exchange for our Southern Border Gu Art, and wanted to use Gu Art to control the Emperor of the Central Plains, but now that the Emperor of Central Plains is unconscious, King Xuan's plan cannot be carried out. The prince's head was bloodied in the fight, and the prince was also poisoned. King Xuan could sit on the dragon chair with more effort, so why do we need the help of the insect race? You have come here this time, there is no guarantee that there is no ulterior motive!"

Mo Yuan picked up the teacup and took a sip slowly, and said with a smile: "Being an emperor also wants to win people's hearts. If our prince fails to achieve an inch, he will fight his brothers to death first. I am afraid that he will be uneasy when he sits on the dragon chair in the future." Sheng, if you want to be safe in this matter, you have to rely on you Hundred Insect Race."

Patriarch Baili leaned slightly: "Oh? What are your plans..."

Patriarch Duan Gan interrupted him: "Patriarch, the Central Plains people are as cunning as foxes, you can't believe it! Have you forgotten the lessons learned by the Jiuxi Clan? The Emperor of the Central Plains turned his face when he said that he would turn his face. King Xuan is his son, so how can he be kind? ! Don't be fooled by them!"

Anger flashed across Patriarch Baili's face, and he was about to refute, but he yawned suddenly, and his complexion suddenly became ugly.

Mo Yuan chuckled lightly: "Patriarch Duan Gan really feels a lot of grief for the Jiuxi Clan, but when the Holy One first ascended to the Great Treasure, and experienced repeated infighting, the little force in his hand would have long been exhausted. You Hundred Insects are plotting behind the scenes, cooperating with the Central Plains court, and the Jiuxi Clan will not be overthrown so easily. In terms of goodness, we are each other." Then he turned to Patriarch Baili and said seriously, "But now let's talk about these old sesame seeds and rotten millet. Things are meaningless, Patriarch Baili might as well listen to our lord's plan."

Patriarch Baili opened his mouth, but before he could speak, he yawned again.

Mo Yuan's brows moved slightly, and he stared at him for a moment.

Patriarch Baili seemed to be drained of energy in an instant, and began to yawn repeatedly. He leaned weakly on the back of the chair, covered his mouth and said wearily, "What does King Xuan want?"

Mo Yuan smiled: "If Patriarch Baili is tired, you might as well go and rest for a while, this matter is not in a hurry, it's the same when we talk about it later."

Patriarch Baili raised his hands and rubbed his face, forced a gentle smile: "It's all right, I got up early and I'm a little sleepy, I'll go wash my face, it'll be fine soon!" After speaking, he almost couldn't wait to stand up, hurriedly After paying a salute, he turned and left.

Mo Yuan watched his back disappear at the end of the corridor, turned his gaze to the slave who was lying on the ground wiping the water stains, raised his foot to kick the slave, looked at Patriarch Duan Gan with a sneer and said, "How dare you ask the slave to pour tea and water? Is this how your Hundred Zerg entertain guests?"

Patriarch Duan Gan looked at his smiling face, and faintly felt his bones start to ache. He knew it was an illusion, but he couldn't help feeling apprehensive, so he calmed down, waved his hands to let the slaves on the ground leave, and explained: "Mo Yao Don't get me wrong, my lord, these things have always been done by slaves, this is the tradition of our Hundred Zerg, don't worry, they are all clean."

Mo Yuan smiled faintly, stopped talking, and only lowered his head to tease the kitten in his arms.

After a while, Patriarch Baili came back as expected. He sat down on the chair with a red face, as if he had regained his energy: "I wonder what King Xuan's plan is?"

Patriarch Duan Gan hesitated to speak, seeing Mo Yuan hiding a knife in his smile, he closed his mouth again.

Mo Yuan smiled and said: "Right now, there is a battle between dragons and tigers in the capital. Our prince is quite confident about it, but he doesn't want to be the target of public criticism. He intends to blame the good king. After I go back, the princes in the capital will all wither, and our prince will also fall ill." In bed, the government will be controlled by King Liang. At that time, you will need the Hundred Insects to send troops to attack the capital, and the court is already in chaos, and with a little trickery, Prince Liang can conquer and die in battle."

Patriarch Duan Gan couldn't bear it anymore, and said angrily: "It's a good plan! In the end, we are going to conspire against the Yi people? We don't want to follow in the footsteps of the Jiuxi people! Let alone the battlefield There is no eye on the sword, why let our tribe take risks? I will never agree to this matter!"

Patriarch Baili pondered for a moment, and although he didn't object so fiercely, he shook his head: "Forgive me, I can't agree to this matter. In any case, I can't take my clansmen to risk."

Mo Yuan smiled and said, "Don't worry too much, the patriarch. It's just a feint. We're just putting on a show for the world to see. Our lord said that once it's done, he will not only help you become the overlord of southern Xinjiang, but also crown you kings." Fiefdoms, plus officials and ranks."

Patriarch Duan Gan showed sarcasm: "You want our clansmen to sacrifice their lives with empty words? Dreaming!"

"How could it be empty talk?" Mo Yuan took out a roll of cloth from his sleeve, and slowly unfolded it, "Back then, the Holy Majesty made empty promises to the Jiuxi tribe, but the Jiuxi tribe cared about their family affection and didn't take precautions, so they suffered a big loss in the end. The lord knows that you have such concerns, so he specially wrote a letter of commitment with his own hands, signed and stamped it, and there are many of them. This is the sincerity of our lord, please take a look."

Patriarch Baili took it over immediately, and the more he looked at it, the more excited he became.

Patriarch Duan Gan cleared his throat.

Patriarch Baili stiffened slightly, rolled up the cloth, and said with a smile: "We have seen King Xuan's sincerity, but we only want to lead the southern border, and we are not interested in the title of the Central Plains court. The people of the clan are going to take risks, please forgive me for not being able to do it."

Patriarch Duan Gan showed a hint of complacency in his expression.

Mo Yuan knew that Patriarch Baili was controlled by Patriarch Duan Gan, so he didn't point it out. He just smiled and said, "Patriarch, you might as well think about it. After all, you are also ambitious, and you want to get benefits for nothing without making sacrifices. I'm afraid there is no such cheap thing in the world."

Embarrassment flashed in the eyes of Patriarch Baili.

Mo Yuan said slowly: "I am in Prince Xuan's Mansion, and I know some court secrets. When you helped the Holy One raz the Jiuxi Clan, the Holy Majesty didn't give you much in return. He only handed over the Jiuxi Clan captives to you for disposal. Now you don't say much. There are more than a dozen or 20 captives, right? These people have been controlled by you with Gu techniques, and it is as difficult as going to heaven to escape."

Patriarch Baili hesitated: "You mean..."

Mo Yuan smiled softly: "I don't want your people to take risks, why not let these prisoners go to the battlefield? Even if there are some damages, there is no need to feel sorry for them."

Patriarch Baili's eyes lit up.

The corners of Lian Mufeng's brows twitched fiercely, and his mind tensed immediately.

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