Murong Wenhu's blood-stained face, almost festering, showed a brief silence because of Ye Lingtian's contemptuous tone, as if he was brewing words. Then he made a gesture to Ye Lingtian: "I am Murong Wenlong's younger brother. I failed to argue with him about the position of the head of the family and was taken down and imprisoned until now."

"But you saved half your life because you had the jade seal of King Meng that you refused to hand over?"

Ye Lingtian could see Murong Wenhu's bargaining chips at a glance, and his voice came out smoothly: "It's just that although Old Murong doesn't dare to kill you because of the jade seal of King Meng, he will inevitably be punished with the crime of living. So he imprisoned you and exposed it to the sun and exposed it to the grassland, which made you half-dead?"

"That's right!"

A light flashed in Murong Wenhu's eyes, obviously surprised by Ye Lingtian's guess: "It's just that I lost to Murong Wenlong, it's not that I was not as strong as him, but that I was involved in a trick he played. He called out to withdraw from the election and secretly asked his concubine to commit adultery with me, which led to my father taking his anger on me."

Murong Wenhu's tone was very calm as if he was telling other people's stories. Even when he talked about the pain of the shame of being put down by the traitors, the goshawks pecked at the cheeks, there was no emotional fluctuation in his tone, but Ye Lingtian still saw the cruelty in his eyes.

"What do you think of this to do with me?"

Ye Lingtian looked at Murong Wenhu heartlessly and laughed: "I want me to sympathize with you? You are a little naive. I, Ye Lingtian, never wastes time sympathizing with others. And I hope you will better tell the key to the problem, let me know the value of your cooperation and present the jade seal of the King of Monkey King."

Murong Wenlong looked at Ye Lingtian and explained word by word: "My grandfather is a respected old patriarch on the grassland, and my uncle is an extremely brave Blood Wolf Warrior on the grassland. If you let me go back, I can gather their strength to attack Murong Wenlong's remnants and the vassal force thunder."

He smiled happily: "This is a great thing for both sides."

"Why should I bypass your life?"

Ye Lingtian's face showed an undeniable smile and said angrily: "If you want to take revenge, you want to take over, it's your business. It's my business? I only care about what benefits you can bring to me. By the way, where is the jade seal of King Meng? I don't have the patience to slowly torture you."

"Don't say no, that will make you die no more."

Murong Wenhu's eyes did not hide his shock at all. He never expected Ye Lingtian to suddenly say such vulgar words. Murong Wenhu's face showed a moment of shock. He suddenly looked at Ye Lingtian and asked again: "Are you really the highest leader in this team?"

"Damn it! Scream!"

Jiang Zhantian went up and kicked Murong Wenhu, holding the sabre and roared: "Saying so much nonsense is not the point. I wasting time. I wanted to stab you to death. Now I doubt Brother Tian's leadership status. Murong Wenhu, are you tired of living? Do you want to tie you to a pillar?"

"Populate a bucket of honey on your wound and let the prairie ants bite you to death?"

Amid Jiang Zhantian's murderous threat, Murong Wenhu couldn't help but twitch. This was not because he was intimidated by Jiang Zhantian's threatening methods, but because he felt that his judgment seemed to be wrong. He had been in Murong Wenlong's hands for many years. Punishment was an extremely long and painful process of death.
Chapter completed!