Long Ze looked at the nympho expression on Aoi's face and felt helpless: "You girl, it's already this time, and you still want to be bullied by His Majesty."

"Our trip may seem fine on the surface, but in reality, I'm afraid it will be full of dangers every day. It's better for you to reunite with His Majesty as soon as possible and stop thinking about those embarrassing things."

Aoi sneered: "Don't think too much?"

"Are your words really sincere?"

"I just don't believe it. You've been away from His Majesty for so long. Have you never imagined the scene of being ravaged by His Majesty?"

Long Ze gave Aoi a fierce look and said, "Hmph, do you think everyone is like you? Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't say it out loud."

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Five days later, Longze and Aoi returned to Zhang Wuji at full speed.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty really makes us sisters worry so much."

Compared with Aoi, Longze has always been more arrogant, but at this moment, he can't suppress the longing in his heart.

She really wanted to give Zhang Wuji a big hug, but when she saw all the sisters were around the man she had been thinking about, she forced herself to suppress the impulse in her heart.

However, although Long Ze controlled himself, Zhang Wuji has never been someone who can control himself.

Zhang Wuji took a few steps forward and hugged Long Ze in his arms: "You're glad you're back."

These four simple words broke Long Ze's defenses, and big tears rolled down her pretty cheeks. The women around her, such as Zhou Zhiruo, wanted to laugh at her, but when the words came to their lips, they swallowed them back.

Because all the women present understood that this kind of thing would be the same for them, not to mention Long Ze. If it were them, the longing in their hearts would only be greater, and they would cry more sadly and be more heartbroken.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I am still here."

Aoi, who was standing by, quickly came to Zhang Wuji, looking as if asking for a hug.

Seeing this, Zhang Wuji naturally accepted everyone who came: "It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back."

Women are like this sometimes. It is naturally difficult for them to say anything to Longze, Aoi, Zhou Zhiruo and others at this moment, but fortunately there is Qianye Kong. After all, they are truly of the same origin. They used to be master and servant. Even now, the relationship between the three of them still has some meaning of master and servant.

"Okay, okay, you two little girls, there's plenty of time tonight for you to relieve your lovesickness. Now, tell me quickly what you two have done. Did you get any useful information?"

After hearing this, Longze and Aoi quickly controlled their excitement.

Aoi quickly said: "Your Majesty, I have obtained the defense map of the Persian imperial city, the defense map of the Persian military forces, and the information of the Persian generals."

Long Zeyan said: "I, I have been hanging around in the Persian Mingjiao headquarters for a while and met Sister Xiaozhao. Except for her lack of freedom, everything else about her is fine now."

"Sister Xiao Zhao said that Your Majesty must be careful in using troops and must not act rashly."

In addition, I also know a lot about the Persian Mingjiao. The Persian Mingjiao has allied with the Persian Emperor Altai. The Persian Mingjiao has hundreds of masters. Once the war breaks out, they will all be unconditionally available to Altai for deployment.

Qianye said: "Hundreds of masters? There must be quite a few who are just unqualified among them, right?"

Long Ze said: "Not necessarily. According to my observation and what I have seen with my own eyes, apart from ninjutsu, there are no less than thirty or forty people whose martial arts are definitely better than mine."

Qianye Kong was a little bit unbelievable. Longze and Aoi were trained by her personally. Qianye Kong knew exactly how capable they were. It can be seen that the Persian Ming Cult is indeed a force that cannot be underestimated.

If those hundreds of experts were on the battlefield, they would be a huge variable.

Zhou Zhiruo's face also showed some displeasure: "In this case, it is really difficult to deal with, my dear, what can you do?"

Zhang Wuji laughed and said, "Zhiruo, you're worrying too much. I was the leader of the Ming Cult, and you were the leader's wife. Have you forgotten that we were able to destroy the Yuan Dynasty and Zhu Yuanzhang and establish the Ming Dynasty with the help of a small Ming Cult?"

"And the Persian Ming Cult sounds powerful, but they still have to cooperate with the Persian emperor. If they really have the ability, they can unify the world on their own."

"From this we can see that the Persian Ming Cult is most likely just a group of warriors with a few more men."

"But here we have quite a few people with good cultivation, right? Aren't you quite powerful?"

After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo felt a little relieved. However, at this moment, Zhao Min said, "Yes, you are still the most powerful enemy. Back then, you relied on a small Ming Cult to overthrow my Yuan Dynasty and bullied a girl like me to death. You are powerful, you are really powerful."

The tone of Zhao Min's words was obviously unfriendly, and Zhang Wuji quickly comforted her: "Min'er, you are here again. What happened between you and me back then was just a misunderstanding."

"Don't mention it again."

Zhao Min glared at Zhang Wuji hatefully: "Misunderstanding! You destroyed my Yuan Dynasty, and you still have the nerve to say it's a misunderstanding? I really don't know what you are thinking."

Zhao Linger said: "Sister Min'er, we are talking about Persia now. It's better not to mention your Yuan Dynasty for now. Otherwise, be careful that your sister will find a chance to deal with you."

Zhao Min said with disdain: "Hmph, Queen sister, you should make such threats to me when Wuji is not around."

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