"But it's just dancing with pots, how can he make any fuss about such a thing?" Pei Gu laughed.

Hearing this, Ming Yu thought for a while, and seemed to think there was some truth.

"It's getting late, let's go back and rest." After Pei Gu finished speaking, he slightly saluted Mingyu and withdrew slightly.

Ming Yu sighed, took another look at the falling city, turned around and returned to the camp.

And almost at the same time, when it was time to fall into the south gate of the city, under the darkness of night, a man in black flew down from under the city wall like a ghost, and moved all the way to Zhu Yanshuo's army in the south...

The black shadow is so fast that it is almost indistinguishable to the naked eye, and with the cover of night, its passing is like a wind blowing by.

In just a few minutes, this guy had already arrived at Zhu Yanshuo's troops in the south more than ten miles away, and then passed through the department, stayed behind for a while, came back again, and stopped in front of Zhu Yanshuo's troops.

"The Kun is so big that it can't be stewed in a pot..."

It's leisurely, like reciting poetry, and like singing.

Although the sound is not particularly loud, it can be more or less noticeable before dawn.

"Zhu Shi Da Luo"

On Zhu Yanshuo's side, his ears were stuffed with cotton, and just when he was about to fall asleep in a daze, he suddenly heard an urgent report from his subordinates.

He rolled over and got out of bed, frowning: "What's the matter?"

"Report to the city lord, a person suddenly appeared in front of our formation, and he is singing and reciting poems in front of our formation." The subordinate hurriedly said.

"Damn, someone appeared? Singing and reciting poems?" Zhu Yanshuo was confused.

"Yeah, what did you say that the kun is so big that it can't be stewed in a pot..." The subordinate was also very confused: "It seems that he should be the one who should fall into the city."

"The one who should fall into the city?" Zhu Yanshuo said gloomily while wearing the armor: "Fuck, what the hell is this Han Sanqian trying to do? Don't talk about it after arguing all night, and now he came to my house. Do you think I, Zhu Yanshuo, are easy to bully?"

"Go, follow me out to have a look."

As soon as the sword was mentioned, Zhu Yanshuo walked directly outside the tent.

A group of soldiers followed closely behind, all the way to the gate of the camp.

When he walked to the door and saw who was coming, Zhu Yanshuo, who was originally angry, suddenly became horrified: "Han...Han Sanqian?"

The person lying on the ground by the door with his legs up was none other than Han Sanqian.

"Zhu Yanshuo." Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"You!" Hearing this, Zhu Yanshuo became annoyed, he slept so badly, he clearly hadn't slept for a moment.

"Han Sanqian, you are so brave. You dare to come to our army by yourself. Why? Do you really think that you are invincible?" Zhu Yanshuo shouted angrily.

Han Sanqian smiled: "It's a bit powerful, but it's not invincible. Lord Zhu, please don't praise me like that. I'm easy to be proud."

"Han Sanqian!" Zhu Yanshuo yelled angrily, pointed at Han Sanqian, and shouted: "Don't deceive people too much, what exactly do you want to do? Tell me quickly."

Han Sanqian smiled and nodded: "You and I are just enemies, not friends. Why do you think I'm coming here? Could it be to catch up with you?"

"Han Sanqian, you offended me alone, and dare to speak such wild words, where are the generals!"

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