Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2392
Chunyu Tan followed Zhao Guang and was about to go in when Suman's voice came.

"King Shizhai stays outside. Boy from the Ciyun family, come in alone."

Chun Yutan's scalp exploded, so he had to let go of Zhao Guang's arm and said worriedly, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Zhao Guang opened the heavy tent door, and a smell of alcohol hit his face.

He thought he would see a fat man indulging in wine and sex, but there was no one on the throne. After a closer look, he found a thin old man in gray robes in the corner of the tent.

This old man looked very inconspicuous at first glance, but the moment he discovered his existence, Zhao Guang suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body.

The presence of this old man was too terrifying.

The last time Zhao Guang had such an intuition was when he met Xu Canghai and Ji Mo.

He couldn't detect the old man's state. I'm afraid only Ying Baoyue or Li Ji could tell.

"come over."

Suman twisted her rosary beads and looked up at him, "If you want to recognize your ancestors and return to the clan, you must pass the test of old age."

Zhao Guang frowned. He resisted the idea of ​​acknowledging his ancestor and returning to his clan, but in order to protect Ji Ange, he needed the identity of King Zhai.

He took two steps in Suman's direction and felt a sudden pain in his chest.

A small piece of flesh suddenly flew out from his open chest, bringing out a drop of blood.

Suman opened his mouth, and the drop of blood fell into his mouth.

All this happened so fast that Zhao Guang didn't even see when Suman took action.

Suman tasted the blood on the tip of his tongue and nodded, "Yes, it's the Chunyu family's blood."

Seeing the old man eating flesh and blood, Zhao Guang felt a chill in his heart.

I don't know if his bloodline was confirmed, but Suman's eyes changed when he looked at him.

The old man looked at his face carefully and said slowly, "You and your mother's eyes are very similar."

Zhao Guang remained unmoved and said coldly, "When she died outside, no one cared about her life or death."

Suman turned a deaf ear to the resentment in Zhao Guang's words, "You can find your way home. It seems that your mother told you a lot about Xirong."

Family?
Zhao Guang gritted his teeth, "This is not my home."

"Then why do you want to become King Zhai?" Suman twisted the rosary and spoke calmly.

"It's not me who wants to become King Zhai," Zhao Guang snorted coldly, "it's King Shi Zhai who wants to kill me. If I don't kill him, I will die."

Suman twisted the fingers of the rosary beads and glanced at him, "You are not a high-level person. You killed Lao Shi by yourself? Is there anyone who can help you?"

"No," Zhao Guang said lightly, "all my companions were taken away."

"Oh?"

Suman's face was expressionless, "Who is the person in the carriage behind?"

The hairs all over Zhao Guang's body stood up instantly, and he suddenly pulled out his sword from its sheath, "If you dare to touch her, I will kill you!"

Chun Yutan was pacing outside the tent door and was stunned for a moment when he heard the sound of a sword being drawn inside the tent.

He had told Zhao Guang not to talk nonsense, but this boy actually drew a sword against his ancestor?
"Zhao Guang?"

Chun Yutan couldn't help but reached out to lift the tent door, but found that the outside of the tent was wrapped by a practitioner's barrier. People outside could not enter, nor could they hear the conversations of the people inside.

Chun Yutan was jumping anxiously outside, but Suman's reaction inside the tent was very calm.

The old man glanced at Zhao Guang, who was blushing, and smiled, "It's strange, no one has shouted at me for many years."

"Do you think I dare not?"

Zhao Guang looked straight at him, "I know I am weak, and the only thing I can risk is this life."

"I will kill all the sons of King Shizhai."

Suman looked at the young man's face and said, "It's a bit bloody. He was not crippled by the people from the Central Plains."

"This is all because of you," Zhao Guang's eyes turned blood red, "I don't want to do this at all."

Suman twirled a rosary calmly, "If you regret it, then go die." Zhao Guang was stunned, "I don't regret it."

"Really?" Suman said lightly, "Then continue."

What do you mean?
Before Zhao Guang could react, Suman looked outside the tent, opened the barrier and raised his voice, "This son is indeed the bloodline of Princess Ciyun, and he can be King Zhai."

Suman's voice spread through the barrier and echoed in the sky above the White Wolf King's Court.

The king's army of King Shizhai outside was stunned, and suddenly cheered.

Chun Yutan stood outside the tent dumbfounded, "Has this kid been recognized by the ancestors?"

Suman's words were equivalent to affirming Zhao Guang's lineage and indirectly acknowledging his status as King Zhai.Unless the next White Wolf King takes over and deposes him, no one can take away Zhao Guang's position as King Zhai.

"He actually admitted it."

Zhao Guang's process of becoming king of Zhai was so smooth that Chun Yuzan was jealous, but when he thought about the scene when this man killed the tenth king of Zhai, he suddenly felt relieved.

After all, not everyone can kill a King Zhai alone among thousands of troops.

The reason why the army of the Tenth King Zhai was conquered by Zhao Guang was largely because they saw that scene with their own eyes and were deeply shocked.

The people of Xirong have always worshiped the strong, and Zhao Guang has the blood of the White Wolf King, plus his thunderous method of treating Lao Zhai's prince and daughter, so he can naturally make those cavalry surrender.

Chun Yutan could understand why Zhao Guang deserved to be King Zhai, but Chun Yuyi could not.

"Ancestor! That's a bastard!"

Chun Yuyi rushed into the tent angrily, like a mad lion.

He felt that Suman was just here to get in his way.Everyone didn't respect him enough. Chun Yuhe dared to compete with him for the throne. Now a bastard of unknown origin has become the king of Zhai. Where should he put his face as the king of Zhai?

"As the White Wolf King, I declare that this bastard is not worthy of being King Zhai! Drag him down and chop him to death to avenge Uncle Tenth King!"

There was no movement outside the tent.

"You are not the White Wolf King," Zhao Guang said expressionlessly, "Why are you pretending?"

He didn't understand the situation at first, but now he has almost understood it.

Lao Wang was suddenly stabbed to death by the prince, but the prince failed to conquer all forces, and no one obeys him now.

Chun Yuyi wanted to curse something more, but his voice suddenly stopped.

Suman stood up.

He opened the tent door and walked to the door of the king's tent.

Seeing this old man in gray robe, all the practitioners and cavalry outside the tent showed awe on their faces.

"Warriors of Xiron, listen."

Suman faced everyone and spoke loudly, "Since the previous king did not directly pass on the throne, according to convention, the next White Wolf King will be elected from King Zhai."

"What I just said is still valid. I will elect King Zhai who captures the leader of this group of slaves."

Baili Celing's back felt numb, and dozens of vicious glances suddenly came from around him.

All Zhai kings were eager to try, looking at the rebels with murderous eyes.

"Does this old fox regard us as the tool of the king's choice?"

Baili Celing spoke bitterly.

He jumped on his horse and prepared to fight to the death.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Zhao Guang walking out of the king's tent out of the corner of his eye.

Zhao Guang also saw him, his eyes brightened, and he quickly gestured to him.

This gesture means...

Baili Celing was shocked and murmured, "Cooperation?"

(End of this chapter)