Chapter 22 Covenant

Can your words represent the meaning of the Lord of the State of Shen? The king waved his hand to let the warriors surrounding Shen Fanshuang let him go, and he still asked Ling Ran.

"Yes! As long as I am not involved in the bottom line, I can make a decision on behalf of my father!" Shen Fan said gently that his white face always had a faint smile, but after looking at it for a long time, it would make people feel that the smile was very stiff, like a mask.

"What's your bottom line?" The king said slowly, and his eyes were even brighter.

The wind around seemed to be fierce with the king's momentum, the warriors' bodies involuntarily tightened, and the pressure brought by the king seemed to be squeezed from all directions. The originally warm autumn wind had a solemn atmosphere, and the gentle scenery on Yunlan Mountain suddenly became murderous.

The smile on Shen Fan's face became stronger. The tip of his red tongue added lips gently, as if he was tasting the most fragrant wine and said, "Our bottom line is, of course, the throne of Mengyang's emperor!"

The king stared at him with a complicated look, and his expression seemed to be frozen.

"There is no doubt that everyone wants to stand high and look down on everything. Who is really willing to be below others? Since the founding of the dynasty, Mengyang has always been the leader of the Wanyu family. Other princes and kings are like pillars supporting tall buildings, guarding the Wanyi family. We have been suppressed for more than 300 years. Who can bear to let go of such a great opportunity now? Wanyi's dream has become thinner and thinner. I think that not only my state of Shen, but also other vassal states also want to break away from Mengyang and become one, or trample on the Wanyi family and hold the throne of emperor!" Shen Fan said peacefully, and his smile was even more touching.

"Do you know? What people on our grassland hate most is the traitor!" The king's tone became colder and colder.

"Haha--" Shen Fan smiled. His delicate face seemed to be burned by wax, becoming twisted and strange. He seemed to suddenly have magic, as if the whole world was going to kneel down to him. Traitor? No, king, we are not traitors. We are just beginning to be loyal to ourselves, to the ideals in our hearts, and to the strong desire to stand high and look down on everything. We have been waiting for an opportunity, and now we have finally arrived. Great king, I guess you don't know yet, the emperor of Mengyang died five days ago. We are waiting for this opportunity--

The king was stunned. He, who had always been waveless in the ancient well, was stunned at this time. There was an irreparable surprise in his voice - "Emperor Mengyang Shenluo is dead? The man named Wan Yiwu actually died?" The king's voice was not gloating, but real sadness. He was ready to fight the most vigorous battle with this man named Wan Yiwu under their Mengyang city. In the past few decades, he has always remembered Mengyang, a sharp emperor like a knife. He still remembers that when he was still the prince of Chi Nasi, he followed his father's expedition to Mengyang. The emperor who personally wore armor and charged on the battlefield left him too much shock. The king is sad. After all, the last time he saw Emperor Mengyang Shenluo was 30 years ago when he was the prince of Chi Nasi. Now he is already the king of Chi Nasi, and Emperor Mengyang Shenluo should also be more than 60 years old. The heroes of the twilight years are always sad.

"Great king, don't you want to seize this opportunity? I know that life in the far north is not easy. This year's drought has hurt the grassland. If it is not far from Mengyang, the white hair wind in winter will devour the whole family of Chinasi. Am I right? Shen Fanshuang said that he spoke slowly and loudly, leaving enough time for the king to think.

The king raised his head and looked at the foggy city in the distance. The magnificent star pendant hall towered into the clouds like a sword in the clouds. The tall wall made the arched and guard of the ethereal city. Many generations of heroes on the grassland who had expeditioned Mengyang buried their bones under the blue-gray wall. He suddenly wanted to go to the ethereal city to see what his dream city was like, see if there was a gold cast throne in the star fall hall like the legend, and even wanted to Sit up and try it yourself... But before fulfilling his dream, he must ensure the interests of the people.

"Our warriors are fighting and bleeding, so what can we get?" There are thick blood vessels on the king's thick neck. He doesn't know whether he is leading the clan to destruction and forming an alliance with Mengyang. No one can tell what will happen.

"Great king, as long as you open the gate of Mengyang with an invincible horse and support me as the lord of Shen as the emperor, we will share 20% of your wealth of Mengyang!" Shen Fanshuang raised his head and said loudly. He has a sense of nobility on his face, which gives 20% of the wealth of the Chinas Empire.

Suil and Ke took a deep breath - what a big hand. Twenty-thoust wealth sounds small, but Mengyang's 300-year background is really too big. Only two achievements are enough to make Chi Nasi comfortable for many years, and even reach the reign of the king after him. Suil looked at his father with expectation in his eyes. Through his sea-blue eyes, he could see the enthusiasm in his heart.

"Child, wake up!" The king looked at Suil and Ke and said majestically, his voice was as heavy as thunder. He said this in Chinasian language, and obviously didn't want Shen Fan to see what he was talking about through his mouth.

Shen Fanshuang's face was still smiling like a mask, but his eyes were cold - the king still didn't trust him. He underestimated the patience of wolves in the north.

The king's amber eyes looked at him dark and deep eyes, as if to see through him. Then the king said with a grim look, "Five! I want 50%! My warrior's life is not so worthless!"

Shen Fanhuang stared at him, and the same fake smile on his face disappeared. For a long time, he said in the most gloomy and horrible voice, "Your Majesty, your appetite is too big and you are not sincere. If you continue like this, I can guarantee that your warriors will not return to the grassland alive!"

The king didn't care about his threat, smiled angrily and said, "You are not sincere! Just move your mouth to ask my warriors to bury your ambition to be emperor? Humph, are Mengyang people so cunning? Or, whims!"

Shen Fanshuang was silent and making a decision.

The king ignored him and continued: "The wall of the erratic city is 20 feet high and 90 feet thick. The gate is copper-cast and reinforced with iron cores. Outside the city wall is a 15 feet wide moat. Only suspension bridges can pass through the east, west and south of the city, which can be lowered at ordinary times. There are huge crossbows, fire oil and rolling wood on the wall. If the siege ladder reaches 20 feet long, it will be broken by its own weight. How many people will die after such a city is attacked? How many people did I bring on this expedition to Mengyang? Mengyang people, do you know? If it's not attractive enough, why should I take the people to death?

"So the king is worried about this? Ha ha, it seems that we still don't understand each other. Shen Fanshuang put his smile on his face again and said in a smooth and soft voice, "We are not asking you to break through the erratic city. This is really unrealistic. We just hope that you can contain the strength of other vassal states, especially the light armored brigade of the night country. The gate of the illushous city will be opened by the people placed in the imperial capital of our Shen State. At that time, other vassal states will no longer have the strength to compete with us, and our Shen State and the Chinassi people will share the dream together. We want power, and wealth is yours. I can promise to give you 30% or more, but 50% of the wealth is..."

The king finally breathed a sigh of relief, is that all? Although he really wants to go to the city, he has never thought of filling it with the lives of more than 100,000 people. He didn't have that courage or that cold-blooded. He didn't forget his original intention of this expedition - to grab enough food and gold to bring back before winter. That's all. He has no ambition to unify the world, as long as the people are safe.

"Your Majesty, if you still have doubts, I can stay as a proton. As the son of the contemporary lord of the State of Shen, I am the son of the State of Shen and the future Lord of the State of Shen. I will stay as a hostage. If there is any breach of contract in the State of Shen, I will let the king fall!" Shen Fanshuang's tone was very earnest at this time. He held his fists and bowed deeply.

The king looked at him with a complicated look and didn't know what the king was thinking. Even Suil can't see through it. He even wants to agree on behalf of his father - it's really too attractive! Su Iller looked at his father anxiously, and his hands holding the whip were as blue as snakes.

After a long silence, the king finally nodded slowly. Miaocheng, whoever wants to get it has to estimate what the price to pay. At that time, Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war, almost buried a generation of grassland warriors at the foot of the city, forcing Mengyang to surrender to Chi Nasi. The price is too high, and he has to be careful.

"Okay, the king is worthy of being the bravest man on the grassland." Shen Fan applauded. Maybe he can't hear his own applause and can't grasp the power, so it sounds particularly loud. The sound ofpa pa shocked a group of tits in the quiet Yunlan Mountain. He looked up at the flying tits and said lightly, "People of the imperial capital, struggle to escape like this group of frightened birds!"

He walked to the king's horse, humbly took out a silk roll from his sleeve and said, "Please ask the great king to sign our covenant!"

The king took the exquisite silk roll from his hand and tore it into pieces without looking at it. Shen Fanshuang's heart thumped, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes - he knew the cruel nature of Chi Naxiang. At this moment, he may talk and drink with you, and next time he will jump up and cut off your head.

The king raised the silk fragments in his hand into the wind and let them drift away. He looked down, looked at Shen Fanshuang majestically, and said, "My warrior's life is not something that can be carried by a thin piece of paper!" He stretched out his thick and rough right hand and said, "Strike high-five for the alliance!"

Shen Fan said in surprise, "Is that all?" In Mengyang and Fanyang, everyone knows that it is better to have a written agreement on the agreement between the two parties, so as to avoid which party breaches the contract and has no evidence. He still uses his secular heart to measure the whole grassland people in the wilderness. Looking at the king's outstretched palm, the wrinkles on it, and he held the knife all year round to leave a thick layer of cocoons, he still imprinted his white palm. The palms of the hands are combined to represent the conclusion of the covenant. Shen Fanshuang did not know that this was the highest-level covenant on the grassland. High-five is an alliance. At the moment of high-five, he will wake up the God in the sky. At that moment, God will become the witness of the covenant, which is immortal.

The king stared at the etheric city in the distance, "What on earth is in this city?" He muttered to himself.

"Right, supreme right, right to cover the sky with one hand!" Shen Fan said powerfully, and the smile at the corners of his mouth was more graceful and mysterious. He seemed to have seen that Shen Guo was above Wanyi's family. After many years of suppression, he was finally about to turn over. Shen Fan closed his eyes and sniffed, with a fanatical greed on his face.

He did not find that the king was looking at him coldly, as if he wanted to grind him with his eyes.