An unspeakable mood is brewing, the cold and cold night, the almost desperate situation, the future of the future, and then think about the family who is about to die.

Everyone is very heavy in their hearts, very uncomfortable, and they can't help but ask themselves, why is this?What is this?

Covered with thick fur is resting left-wing king sitting up, he is after all the noble king, thick fur can keep out the cold, eat the best, horse milk tube is enough, his body covered with a bristles, although far less than living in a tent, but also reluctant to keep warm.

He wasn’t asleep, and he was thinking about what to do tomorrow.However, he did not think that he would die on the grassland, because he was the noble king of the left.

It is naturally impossible for these materials and horses to support all of them to get out of the grasslands, but there is no problem in supporting more than a dozen people out of the grasslands.

If you can encounter a small tribe or a wandering shepherd to plunder it is naturally best, or the snow immediately stops, the snow is not thick and will not trap them.

If the snow is really a few feet and can't replenish the supplies, it can only sacrifice some people!The king of the left, who was thinking slowly, was determined.

The left-hander who was thinking of this suddenly sat up, because he felt something, he vaguely heard whispers, and also felt some changes in the atmosphere.

He was a little alert and said, “If you have been on the road for a day, aren’t you tired?”I’m going to go on my way tomorrow, rest fast!”

“Lord, how can you rest on such a cold day?”“How about so much snow?”There are guards who can't stop mumbling.

The king of the left said, “Why can’t you rest?”Does the king's gold body not also sleep in the wild?You are all warriors on the grassland, are you afraid that the snow in the area will not be able to do it?”

People listen to very speechless, you are naturally not afraid, there are felt cloth on the ground, and thick fur cover on the body to keep the cold, of course, you are not afraid of cold!

The whispering has long disappeared without a trace, only the north wind is whistling, the left-hand king has some vigilance in a silent voice: "Everyone rests separately, don't get together!"

On such a cold day, everyone can still gather together to warm up, so why do we separate this?Do you want everyone to find guilt?

A guard couldn't help but say, "Lord, everyone can be surrounded by such a cold day to prevent cold, why do you have to be alone, that's too cold!"

The king of the left said coldly, “What?Do you dare to question the king?”

The guard was frightened by the prestige of the left-wing king, and bowed his head: "The subordinates dare not!"

The king of the left said coldly, “Aren’t you too cold?”You don’t have to rest tonight, go out and watch!There will be no chasing at night!”

The guard suddenly froze and threw him out of the whistle, which was to force him to the end of the road, this is to kill him!

The guard said, "Lord, leave a family of old and small, follow the king's south without hesitation, and ask the king to read my loyal share for my life!"

The left-wing king said coldly, “Your life is the king’s, how dare you question the king three times, so what is the king’s for you?”

The more this time, the more to Liwei, the left-wing king also had the idea of killing his chickens and monkeys.

At this time, as a person around him, he laughed and said, "Lord, Samba has also been with you for many years, has been loyal, just love to make a little grumbling, and ask the prince to forgive him this time!"

The left-hander Wang Han said, “Mong Kun, he is questioning the king, and you still plead for him?”

Meng Kun accompanied a smile: "Lord, the subordinates also feel that there are not many people now, and it is good to be able to serve the prince with multiple people."

Now there is a lack of materials, the left-handed king is not much dead, both to free up supplies, but also to kill chickens and monkeys, how good!

The left-hander pulled out the machete in his waist and came to Samba, and everyone around him was quiet and staring at the scene, and his face was very ugly.

Samba looked at the left-hand king with the knife, and stepped back in panic, Meng Kun was persuading, and opened his mouth without saying anything.

Samba confessed to the general shaking his head and laughing, “Well, the prince killed me!”In any case, my family will be killed, and Huangquan Road is also a complete family!I samba was born and died for the prince for so many years, lost the life of a family, and finally was killed by the king's own hands, haha!"

And all the people listened to it.

The cold in the eyes of the left-well-king is deeper, because these words of Samba are definitely agitator, if they were before, they are the same as fart, but they are different now.

The king of the left sage, while speeding up the pace, while calmly said: "Who gave you the wealth of your life?"It's the King!The king gave it to you!But you dare to question the king, do you say that you should die?”

Samba looked at the increasingly close machete, the body collapsed tightly, the right hand was holding its fist tightly, but in the face of the left-hand king's Jiwei, he did not have the courage to pull out the scimitar between his waist after all.

Everyone was watching this scene nervously, and they had a feeling of the death of a rabbit, but they felt a heavy part of it, as if a mountain were pressing on their chests, so that they could not speak.

They just hope that Meng Kun can once again persuade the prince, because Meng Kun has always been one of the most dependent guards of the king, and Samba has always been Monkun's powerful hand.

But Meng Kun did not say anything to persuade the prince, and it seemed to be frightened by the king's majesty.

After all, the king is the prince, the body is flowing with the blood of the golden family, is the noble noble people on the grassland, even if the samba immediately has the fear of life will not dare to resist, dare not flee.

The king walked quickly to Samba and raised the machete in his hand.

Whispering.

A smug.

The blood splashed samba's face, and Samba opened her eyes and found that the king was still holding the machete high, and the machete did not fall.

The king’s face was full of incredible faces.

What happened?Samba looked down slightly and found a bone-picking knife from behind through the left-welling king's body, revealing the bright tip of the knife.

Someone killed the prince!Samba pedaled two steps back, a look of shock.

Someone killed the prince with a bone-picking knife behind the prince's back, and there was only one person behind the prince!Samba suddenly looked at it and found that Meng Kun was holding a long bone-picking knife in his hand, and the bone-picking knife deeply pierced the back of the king.

Monkun's hand was always calm, especially when he held the knife, but now his hand was slightly trembling.

He frowned deeply and looked at himself with the hand of the bone-picker, as if he had encountered any great problem.