Humph! He has the qualification to be arrogant!

If you can't even tolerate this, it's not the young master who donated generously to him.

At this time, the prince's camp.

Zhao Lang was handling military affairs, and Nu stood beside him with an unhappy look on his face.

"Say something if you have something to do."

Zhao Lang said calmly.

I replied at this time,

"Master, I just thought, Han Xin was too arrogant."

"Yinu sees it, it's better..."

Zhao Lang replied angrily,

"How about it? Why don't you kill them all? Kill you to go to war?"

Meng Tian has advised him, how could he still do such a thing?

I was embarrassed and ticked my mouth, how could he do this?

At this moment, there was a sound of horse hooves outside the camp, and Zhao Lang looked over with some confusion.

The slave quickly changed the topic and explained,

"Master, that should be the messenger back to Xianyang."

Zhao Lang nodded, and felt a little emotion in his heart. He was finally going back, and he didn't know how the cheap dad was doing.

Outside the camp, a team of messengers were galloping towards Xianyang.

(An An)
Chapter completed!