The captain asked: "Xiao Jiu, what did you send to Lord Nanwang, give it to me, and I want to check it."

He was worried that Ruan Xiaojiu would bring a weapon into the city.

Ruan Xiaojiu subconsciously protected the pocket on her back and said, "This... you'd better not check it."

The more Ruan Xiaojiu said that, the more suspicious the captain became.

"Why don't you let us check? Please cooperate with us and unpack it yourself!" The captain's tone became serious, and he even clenched his weapon.

Hey.

Ruan Xiaojiu sighed: "Captain, I hope you don't regret it!"

After speaking, Ruan Xiaojiu took off the bag from her back, put it on the ground, and opened it carefully.

After the head was exposed, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and they immediately clenched their weapons and aimed at Ruan Xiaojiu.

And when they found out that the head was actually their rent-collecting messenger, their brains exploded with a buzzing sound.

Their rent collector is dead!

It is well known in the Southern School that the rent-collecting messenger Guijiao Qi is the illegitimate son of Lord Nanwang. Although Lord Nanwang has never admitted it positively, his love for Ghost Foot Seven is obvious to all.

Now, Lord Nanwang's own son has had his head cut off...

When it's over, the anger of Lord Nanwang will definitely burn the Northern faction to death.

Although the captain pretended to be calm, his voice was still trembling: "Ruan Xiaojiu, you...you are so bold!"

"You dare to hurt the life of my rent-collecting messenger, and you dare to send it back to us. You are an upright provocation, and I will not spare you lightly!"

"Come on, take Ruan Xiaojiu to me and hand it over to Lord Nanwang!"

Yes!

The guards immediately started to take down Ruan Xiaojiu easily.

Ruan Xiaojiu quickly explained: "I didn't kill the people. Captain, you are wronged."

"Seventh brother's death was caused by the Hundred Factions, and it has nothing to do with me, nor my Northern Thousand Factions!"

"It was I who risked my life to rescue Brother Seven's head. If it wasn't for me, Brother Seven would have been fed to the dog by the Centurion."

Um?

The captain grabbed Ruan Xiaojiu's collar: "What do you mean by what you just said? Is the centurion's dead hand against the ghosts?"

Ruan Xiaojiu nodded immediately: "It's absolutely true."

Fuck your motherfucker!

The captain smashed Ruan Xiaojiu's head with a punch, and Ruan Xiaojiu, who was hit directly, spun around.

"Small Hundreds are inferior to grandsons in front of us, so dare to kill the members of the Thousands, especially the rent-collecting messengers?"

"You fucking lie to ghosts, ghosts don't believe it!"

Ruan Xiaojiu said: "I swear with my life that the seventh brother was really killed by the Centurion."

"You may not know that there is a new commander in the Centurion. This commander has already led his team to betray our Centurion."

"Forget it, you'd better let me go to see Lord Nanwang directly. The matter is a bit complicated and I can't tell you."

This kind of thing is indeed beyond the scope of the captain's authority, and he can't handle it.

He immediately ordered his men to inform Lord Nanwang, and at the same time he took Ruan Xiaojiu and entered the Southern faction camp.

Nanpai Base, in the most luxurious house, Da Nan Wang is playing with his little lover.

King Danan has countless lovers, but very few children. There is no other reason. After he gave birth to his second son, Guizu Qi, he lost his fertility due to an accident.

His eldest son was killed by the enemy during a battle.

Now he only has one son, Guizuoqi.

In order to avoid Guizu Qi Zai being targeted because of his identity as his son, King Danan concealed the identity of Gui Zu Qi.

However, after all, the paper couldn't contain the fire, and it was rumored that Guizu Qi was his illegitimate son.

In desperation, King Danan had no choice but to arrange the role of a rent-collecting messenger for Guizuo Qi, so that he would only deal with the Hundreds and not participate in the war of the Thousands. JrNovels.com