After waiting for a long time, Old Man Jin stammered and said: "You... you are not dead?"
Zhao Xiaole said angrily: "What? Do you really want us to die?"
"No, no, no!" Old Man Jin quickly realized that he had made a mistake. "Old Man has already guessed that you will escape. No, the horses have been prepared for you!"
Zhao Xiaole stepped forward and took the reins, "Why are there only two horses?"
"Also, the old man will look for you again!"
Old Man Jin said, preparing to find the horse.
"No need."
Zhao Xiaole threw King Pingxi to him and said, "Take him with you! If he is lost, your wages will be gone next month!"
After saying that, he pulled the saint onto a horse, flicked his whip, and the two rode away together.
Old Man Jin shook his head, sighed, and looked at the frightened King Ping Xi. He smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? Can the old man still eat you?"
"Walk!"
Old Man Jin put King Pingxi on the horse's butt like he was carrying a load of goods, and then he also climbed up.
With a flick of his whip, he rested his head on King Pingxi behind him and staggered away.
It's late at night now.
Many people from all walks of life gathered on the road.
Because of the feast at the top of the clouds, many people remained on the street and did not leave. Naturally, the sentries of the Wolf Head Army were indispensable among them.
Zhao Xiaole ignored it at all and just rushed all the way to the inn.
When he met the sentry, he showed his identity as King Pingxi and naturally let him go.
However, no one could have imagined that the person being carried on the horse behind him was King Pingxi without wearing a dragon robe.
Because old man Jin was drinking and walking away.
King Pingxi was also covered in the smell of alcohol, and since he couldn't move, he was naturally mistaken for a drunken drinker.
The two riders arrived at the inn smoothly.
Along the way, the saint in Zhao Xiaole's arms looked at King Pingxi behind him from time to time, "How could you hire such an unreliable person?"
She saw everything Old Man Jin did.
In her opinion, Old Man Jin is a complete cunning man, and he can do such things as betraying his employer without any hesitation.
If you hand King Pingxi over to him, what might happen?
Zhao Xiaole explained calmly: "Maybe, but in some things, he is very reliable."
"perhaps?"
The saint asked doubtfully.
Zhao Xiaole continued: "Old Jin is a very mysterious person, but on some things, it is impossible for him to make mistakes."
Along the way, Old Man Jin indeed took King Ping Xi and successfully passed various sentries.
The saint frowned, shook her head and said, "I still don't trust this kind of person."
Zhao Xiaole smiled and said: "Sometimes, there is no need for trust between people. As long as they have a common purpose, they can become reliable allies."
The saint was even more puzzled.
She suddenly thought of another thing.
Did Zhao Xiaole realize that the inner strength of the two resonated?
Zhao Xiaole's feeling can even control her internal strength.
What the hell is going on?
After she expressed her doubts, Zhao Xiaole couldn't explain it clearly, and then the two of them stopped being entangled.
Chalk it up to a combination of circumstances.
The inn arrived soon.
Before the masked woman left with anyone, Zhao Xiaole and the Holy Girl dismounted, and Old Man Jin asked someone to unload King Pingxi.
Finally, after being placed on the chair in the living room, King Pingxi finally ended his painful journey.
At this moment, his face was pale and his eyes were rolling.
He sat slumped on the chair like mud, as if his life was about to end.
After Li Heita heard the news, he saw King Pingxi sitting there and was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees on the ground.
"Sir...sir, please save the prince!"
He asked Zhao Xiaole, but he didn't know the other person's identity, so he just called him random names.
Zhao Xiaole walked to King Ping Xi, stretched out his fingers, and tapped the acupuncture points on his chest.
Then, King Pingxi groaned and woke up.
But he still felt like he couldn't breathe, so Li Heita quickly pushed his chest to help him breathe.
After some treatment, King Pingxi regained his breath.
He lowered his eyes and looked at everyone in the room. Zhao Xiaole was close at hand, and Li Heita looked nervous...
King Pingxi smiled bitterly, "My lord, you and I have made a big joke."
Zhao Xiaole said calmly: "I'm not kidding, I brought you here just to save you!"
"You know what to do?"
King Pingxi nodded weakly.
Later, with Li Heita's help, he finally straightened up and sat for a while before Li Heita handed him some water.
King Pingxi drank a little, put down his tea bowl, and said, "Bring a pen and paper."
After receiving Zhao Xiaole's signal, Li Heita hurriedly prepared pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and then personally helped King Ping Xi grind them.
"I said, you write it." King Pingxi sighed.
The characters of Li Heita and Zhao Xiaole are too ugly.
Only he himself can understand the words written by Old Man Jin.
The masked woman took the initiative to step forward, picked up a pen and paper, and listened to what King Pingxi said, and then she wrote a sentence.
"The Demonic Cult accumulates good deeds and is dedicated to benefiting the people..."
One sentence comes from the mouth of King Pingxi.
The masked woman writes quickly, with steady and powerful strokes. No matter how fast she writes, the handwriting is not messy at all.
"Therefore, after careful consideration... I made an alliance document with the Saint of the Demon Sect..." King Pingxi hesitated and said.
After everything was written, King Pingxi looked at it, took a brush, drew his name, and took out his seal from his arms.
The seal is only the size of the middle finger, but it has the same effect as the seal ribbon in the palace.
This is all to prepare for emergencies, and important people should carry it with them.
After stamping his seal.
The alliance has become a foregone conclusion.
King Pingxi put down his seal and sat there obediently. His life and death depended on others' thoughts.
It's better to behave a little better.
Zhao Xiaole brought the notice and looked at it. The saint also looked at it, and neither of them had any objections.
Then, he ordered it to be copied and asked Li Heita to post it all over the streets and alleys of Yunfu before tomorrow morning.
All parts of Pingxi Wangfan’s territory must not be spared.
It must be spread throughout the world in the shortest possible time.
Forming an alliance also required a blood-sacrifice ceremony, so that night, Zhao Xiaole had people prepare things.
It also requires complicated etiquette such as dancing to the gods.
However, the saint cannot stay in Yun Mansion forever and wait for the ceremony to be completed. She must rush back to the Demon Sect as soon as possible.
Stabilize the situation there.
Once the main war faction learns that their alliance has failed, there will inevitably be changes.
The saint also told in a subtle way that there were still people behind the main war faction controlling everything. She was rushing back now more than ever.
Zhao Xiaole decided to go with her.
The person behind the main fighting faction is the Lord Changsheng. The saint herself will definitely not be able to defeat the opponent.
Therefore, he simplified the alliance process.
Some cumbersome ceremonies may even be postponed until later.