Another half a month passed, and Zhou Wei still did not launch any big move. He only sent hundreds of thousands of troops to garrison the border. No one knew what he was thinking.
Wei Zhao's soldiers instead broke in and occupied one of their cities, thus washing away the shame of being beaten by Dong Ling and unable to fight back three years ago.
Even in this situation, Zhou Wei still kept his composure and allowed the city to be occupied without making a sound, as if he was waiting for something.
Beijiang also remained calm.
Anyway, if the enemy doesn’t move, I won’t move either.
Gu Wei still stayed in Sinan to train his troops.
*
at the same time.
Outside the borders of the seven countries, there is an isolated island that does not belong to any country, with lush vegetation and crawling snakes and insects.
The scorching sun shone on the beach, making the sand extremely hot. Zibin jumped twice on the spot because of the heat, and impatience flashed across his gloomy brows.
Behind him were hundreds of assassins in black.
All the reptiles on the island became alert and hid in the dark.
Zi Bing was holding a golden bell, walking in front, his brows so gloomy that water could drip from them.
He curled his thin lips slightly, revealing a sneer.
"I've been looking for you for almost four months. I didn't expect you to find me here. You're quite capable."
The island is not big, but the vegetation is very lush. Palm trees more than ten meters high and banana leaves bigger than humans can be seen everywhere.
The periphery of the island is planted with plum blossoms. It is autumn now and only the dark and strong trunks of the trees can be seen.
It is predictable what a grand scene the winter will be with colorful clouds and red plum blossoms like smoke.
Zi Bin held a golden bell in one hand and a vermilion diamond-shaped tray in the other, with a pointer in the middle pointing to the center of the island.
The group followed the direction of the pointer and walked towards the center of the island.
When he saw the wooden house in the middle, Zibin's stern expression was dazed for a moment, and many memories came flooding back, as if he smelled a cool plum fragrance, which made his mind confused.
But after a moment, Zibin regained his indifference, his brows relaxed, and he shook the golden bell in his hand and said in a cold voice: "Shiqi."
The moment the golden bell rang, a painful groan came from the wooden house, followed by the sound of tables and chairs collapsing.
The killers behind Zi Bing all moved and rushed forward.
Suddenly, a thin figure rushed out quickly, and before everyone could see him clearly, he had arrived in front of Zibin.
The young man's face was as pale as snow, his beautiful eyes were so cold that they seemed to drip blood, and the long sword in his hand was pointed directly at Zibin's throat.
He said word by word: "You are Mei Zhibing."
Zi Bing looked down at Shi Qi, raised his cold eyebrows, and said nonchalantly: "So what?"
After he finished speaking, Zibing shook the golden bell in a larger arc.
Shiqi's sword-holding hand trembled, and slowly, the arc became larger and larger.
Suddenly, the sword blade fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Shiqi curled up on the ground with his head in his hands, bright red blood flowing from his eyes, nose and ears, forming a sharp contrast with his pale skin.
Zi Bing laughed sarcastically: "You are too young to play with me. As long as I have the Soul Locking Nail, even if you become a ghost, I can pull you out of the underworld."
Shiqi's eyes were red, revealing his sharp teeth, and he howled sadly like a wild wolf.
While Zibin was talking to the killers around him, he suddenly used all his strength to straighten his upper body and bit Zibin's thigh.
Zibin frowned in pain and kicked him with his other leg.
Shiqi held on tightly and refused to let go. His mouth was full of blood, but he didn't know whose blood it was.
Zi Bing was furious and cursed: "Damn bastard——"
In the end, the killer stepped forward and pulled Shiqi away.
Shiqi actually bit off a piece of flesh from Zibin's thigh.
His face turned blue with pain, and he kicked Shiqi's face hard, "You bastard, are you born in the year of the dog?"
Shiqi sneered, his cold brows reflected in the blood, just like a white lotus stained with blood under the moonlight, weird and desolate, "You gave birth to a bastard, you are also a bastard."
Zibin's face changed instantly. He snatched the sword from the killer beside him and thrust it fiercely into Shiqi's chest. Then he quickly shook the golden bell in his hand.
Looking at the boy's painful expression, he finally smiled with satisfaction, "Have you seen that bitch Yue Mei? Ha, you are just like her, both are bastards."
After saying this, Zibing winked at the killer beside him.
The killer understood what was going on and stepped forward to tie Shiqi up like a dumpling.
Zibing was responsible for shaking the golden bell.
The crisp ringing sound became the young man's death warrant at this moment, echoing again and again on the lonely island.
The group took Shiqi away, leaving the lush island behind.
Zibin stood with his hands behind his back on the wide deck, without even looking back.
Someone asked: "Palace Master, aren't we going back to Zhou Wei?"
Zibin nodded, "Yes, go directly to the battlefield, Zhou Wei has too many spies."
The man replied: "Yes, it will arrive in about half a month."
After saying that, Zibing entered the cabin and looked at the young man lying on the wooden board with his eyelashes slightly drooped.
Shiqi has fallen into a coma due to excessive pain and blood loss.
I don’t know how long I stood there.
Zibin looked indifferent, took out a knife, a hammer, a needle and thread...
"It's time to remove the Soul Locking Nail."
*
The sun was high in the sky, passing over the lush green trees and dark plum branches, and finally fixed on the wooden house in the center of the island.
Sitting upright on the broken wooden bed was a skeleton dressed in a red wedding gown, with a sharp dagger stuck in its chest.
The ground was covered with papers, arranged in order.
It has been so long that some of the words have become blurred.
"My name is Yue Mei, and my grandmother's name is Yue Nu. We live on a deserted island, relying on each other for survival. There is no one on the island, so I will just write letters to myself. Today is the first day of writing letters."
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