Sun Chengcheng wanted to understand that the misunderstanding between King Pingxi and the Saint had been resolved, and in order to express his repentance, he agreed to form an alliance with the Saint.
But if the saint refuses to attend the banquet, it means that the saint does not trust King Pingxi, and it will be difficult to form an alliance.
After all, who wants to form an alliance with someone who doesn't trust them?
The saint needs to reciprocate love.
After he finished speaking, Saintess and Zhao Xiaole fell silent.
Knowing that King Pingxi has many tricks, people can't help but be tempted, even if it may be slightly.
But what if?
The entire flag was activated.
If we miss this opportunity, the situation will be extremely passive, and we don’t know how long it will take to conquer the old land.
As time goes by, it will be beneficial to the enemy, but not to yourself.
Sun Cheng knew that the two of them were thinking about the pros and cons, so he didn't rush them and just waited with a kind smile on his face.
Only the sound of Old Man Jin and others drinking and clinking bowls could be heard from time to time.
After a long time, the saint said: "Please come back, Prime Minister Sun. I will consider this matter."
She wanted to go, but she couldn't let Zhao Xiaole make the decision.
The two of them still need to discuss it.
Sun Cheng nodded, "This is a rare opportunity. I hope the saint will consider the overall situation, so I will resign first."
The saint nodded silently.
Sun Cheng extended his hand to Zhao Xiaole again and left.
Glancing at Li Heita, who was still drinking, he sighed, shook his head and left without saying anything more.
Zhao Xiaole got up again and returned to the back hall.
He fought for a long time and just changed into a clean coat. He didn't have time to take a shower.
Naturally, the saint also needs to be washed.
But she was still worried, so she chased her to the back hall and grabbed Zhao Xiaole, "Xiaole, you don't need to take risks for me anymore."
Zhao Xiaole took the opportunity to hold her hand and said, "Of course I won't do it for others, but for you, there is nothing I can't do."
"To me, you are different from others!"
Well said!
Zhao Xiaole was so moved by himself.
He couldn't help but secretly admired, this affectionate look was completely learned from watching TV.
In this way, doesn't it completely capture the saint's heart?
Sure enough, behind the mask, the saint's eyes were filled with confusion, "Xiao Le, you always make me feel uneasy when you take risks for me..."
Zhao Xiaole pulled her closer, almost into his arms, "If you really feel uneasy, then just promise me something!"
"You said..." The saint was a little confused.
Under the mask, Zhao Xiaole had already laughed so hard that his mouth split open, "Look, I might die if I go there. The only thing I regret most is that I haven't had any physical contact with a woman...
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"How about we discuss internal strength for a while?"
Snap!
The saint finally slapped her and yelled, "Shameless!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. It would be better for Zhao Xiaole to die. What was going on in her mind day by day?
However, I immediately thought of the behavior of the two people last night.
Her face was also blushing with embarrassment.
Even if the children of Jianghu are informal, it is not to this extent.
After thinking about it, she pushed Zhao Xiaole away and said, "You'd better survive first!"
After saying that, she snorted and left.
Zhao Xiaole was stunned.
What the hell?
Survive first?
As long as you survive, you will practice internal energy with me?
He shouted and asked, but what was left to him was the retreating figure of the saint, and he did not receive any reply.
Zhao Xiaole shook his head helplessly.
Forget it, sooner or later she is his woman, how can she still fly out of his grasp?
But what the saint said is right.
At today's banquet, we must ensure that the two of them survive first.
Otherwise, everything is empty talk.
Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaole took off his mask, changed his clothes, asked the store to get hot water, and washed himself comfortably first.
After being taught the skills by the saint, although Zhao Xiaole's internal energy is full, it is something that does not belong to him, and he still feels a little jerky when using it.
While taking advantage of the bath, Zhao Xiaole started practicing the Yi Jin Jing.
Before the dinner party arrived, he had to completely integrate this inner force with his own.
This practice lasted until the afternoon.
When Zhao Xiaole finished practicing, it was getting dark.
The water in the barrel has already become completely cold.
But Zhao Xiaole had strong internal energy and never felt cold at all. He stood up from the water and wiped himself off.
Put on clean clothes, put on the mask again, and left the room.
Inside the hall.
Everyone is already waiting.
The saint had obviously also taken a bath, and she was wearing clean clothes given to her by the masked woman.
It is impossible for a saint to wear dirty clothes covered with dust when attending a banquet.
Zhao Xiaole sat down in his seat, and everyone looked at him with their own thoughts.
Everyone knows that Zhao Xiaole will attend the banquet tonight.
He and the Saint were definitely going, so who should the remaining people choose to go with? Everyone speculated for a long time, but they couldn't guess the result.
Zhao Xiaole began to take the initiative to assign tasks, "Tonight's cloud-top feast is unpredictable, so not too many people should go."
"Besides me and the saint, please choose one more person to accompany you. Which one of you is interested?"
Zhao Xiaole already had a candidate in mind, so he asked more questions, but he was just worried about everyone's face.
The masked woman standing next to the saint stepped forward and said: "I do."
Zhao Xiaole looked at her and said, "Once the saint leaves, you will be the only one who is familiar with the underground secret passages."
"You stay and are responsible for transferring others to leave safely."
The masked woman looked at the saint, and when she nodded, she stepped back.
Chang Kun was helped out and saw that he was seriously injured and it was difficult to walk. How could he attend the banquet?
Feeling angry, he just stared and said nothing.
Li Heita also wanted to go. If he went there, he would be able to find a chance to leave, so he came up with this idea.
Zhao Xiaole also refused: "If you leave, the Wolf Head Army will be in chaos, so you might as well stay."
Li Heita shook his head helplessly.
It seems that the hostages must continue to be held.
The only ones left were Huang Nu, Tao Hua, and Old Man Jin. Huang Nu and Tao Hua were both indifferent. Although they were seriously injured, they had never been afraid of killing people with their swords.
Zhao Xiaole's eyes passed over them, and finally stopped at Old Man Jin, "The two of them are injured and have difficulty moving. Old Man Jin, please accompany them tonight!"
Old Man Jin quit immediately.
Be obedient.
You're going to die, why do you think of me?
He stood up, shook his head and waved his hands: "I can't do it, I can't do it. The old man is a loser, how can he be the opponent of those people?"
"Stop making trouble with me."
Zhao Xiaole explained calmly: "I'm not kidding, once force is used, it will be for nothing if anyone else goes!"
