Lin Junting tried hard to maintain the calmness of his expression, but Wen Xiang looked at the fear in his eyes.

Wen Xiang's face was as calm as water, as if the massacre of hundreds of people was not worth mentioning to him.

"Nephew, you still need to learn from Lingzun." He gracefully lifted the boiling water gushing beside him, and swirled it around the tea set in front of him, allowing the white smoke to rise.

"Those who achieve great things do not care about the details, or in other words, one general succeeds to achieve thousands of bones. If you want to reach the highest position in this world, you must step on countless dead bones and blood."

Lin Junting finally couldn't help but "A general succeeded and thousands of bones were broken, and it was also a confrontation between the two armies, and death and injury were inevitable. But the village was full of ordinary people, either hard-working farmers or young innocent men and women, killing them

What's the point of them?"

Yu Shoulan laughed and said, "It's so stupid."

He only said these two words, then pulled out the long knife from his waist, sat on the side and began to wipe it carefully.

Wenxiang did not answer, but focused on cooking tea under the moonlight. Until the tea fragrance was everywhere and all the process was over, he held the small tea cup in front of his nose, closed his eyes and took the tea fragrance deeply, and said slowly.

“Of course it makes sense.”

Seeing that the two of them did not show murderous intentions, Lin Junting mustered up the courage to continue asking, "What is the meaning of killing ordinary people?"

Wen Xiang raised his eyelids and glanced at Lin Junting.

Lin Junting felt twitching, and quickly tidied up his clothes, sat upright, and saluted him, "I'm foolish, please give me some advice."

Wen Xiang nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, for Brother Lin's sake, I'll teach you for him."

He pointed to Yu Shoulan over there, "Look at him."

Yu Shoulan stood up and dragged a bag out of the dark shadow.

Lin Junting looked at him unwillingly and took out a black cloak and put it on his body. He didn't know what Wen Xiang asked him to see.

The material and workmanship of this cloak look decent, with black as the base and golden satin edges - Lin Junting narrowed his eyes. When Yu Shoulan walked to the moonlight, a dragon pattern flashed faintly on the black cloak!

Lin Junting knew very well that the Bei'an etiquette uniform was used by the prince.

Of course, Yu Shoulan couldn't be a prince in Bei'an, so what is he trying to do?

Seeing the shock in Lin Junting's eyes, Yu Shoulan adjusted his pace and posture, took a few steps and stopped, and thought about it and took a few more steps, and his pace and posture were constantly changing.

Lin Junting was shocked. He was clearly imitating someone he had met before!

He had a vague guess in his heart. When Yu Shoulan turned around and took out a mask from his bag, Lin Junting almost cried out.

Yu Shoulan held the mask on his face, took a few steps, adjusted it, and then turned around suddenly.

The ferocious ghost's face reflected the moonlight and jumped into Lin Junting's sight.

He finally couldn't control himself and clenched his fists at once, "Lichen!"

Yu Shoulan laughed loudly, "Does it look like it?"

It's like a fart! You can't even compare with Li Wang's fart! Lin Junting cursed loudly in his heart.

I felt that these two people were full of bad water, so I must pretend to be Li Wang to do bad things, such as massacre everyone in the Fan family, and leave one or two living mouths, and put all the blame on Li Wang...

Lin Junting shook his head, "I have only seen King Li once. He just looked at him when he returned to Beijing."

He didn't want to give these beasts a reference and make them pretend to be more similar.

Without thinking about Lin Junting, he also knew that King Li had killed many Donghao soldiers, and this Donghao bamboo pole must have wanted to take revenge on King Li.

Lin Junting wanted to kill a few Donghao people himself, how could he help him?

Wen Xiang said, "You are a little taller."

Lin Junting sneered in his heart. Of course, he had long seen that the thin bamboo pole was taller than Li Wang and thinner than Li Wang Wang.

But this cloak was obviously specially customized, with widening and thickening on the shoulders. Yu Shoulan's body looks much thicker after being put on.

Fat and thin can be disguised, and short can thicken the soles of the shoes, but what else can you do if you are tall?

If this thin bamboo pole wants to cut off a piece of the calf, I am happy to help!

Just as Lin Junting was cursing in his heart, a creaking sound suddenly sounded, and the teeth were sore - Yu Shoulan was in front of Lin Junting, and she was shorter by an inch!

Lin Junting was dumbfounded, looking at Yu Shoulan as if he was looking at some monster.

Yu Shoulan smiled proudly, "How is it? There is no problem this time, right?"

He took off the long sword at his waist, replaced it with a sword, put it in his arms, turned around suddenly, and the cloak rose high with his movements, revealing the red inner inside, and then slowly fell down.

Wen Xiang watched him walk back and forth for a few times before nodding slowly, "This figure and this step look a bit like it."

Yu Shoulan helped the evil ghost mask on his face, "That's enough. It's not like going to the imperial palace in the capital, and there are not many people here who can tell the truth or the false."

Lin Junting's shocked expression could not disappear for a long time. Wen Xiang and Yu Shoulan both got some interest from his reactions, and felt that this kid seemed to be useful, at least he didn't hate it when he looked in front of him.
Chapter completed!