Darkness and tranquility became the main theme of the earth in an instant.

The bonfire in Yuezhi camp was still burning on the spot, making a "crackling" sound, but there was no trace of laughter in the huge tent.

Qin Ruishi who flocked into the Yuezhi camp guarded the entire camp like sculptures.

They lowered the atmosphere of the entire camp to the extreme, and for a moment the entire camp was in a state of extreme oppression.

This is extremely dead silent.

Zen, dressed in aristocratic costume, was forced to hold his head with his hands and press his whole body against the ground.

He is very frightened now.

This fear comes from the unpredictable unknown.

Who defeated the Yuezhi tribe and defeated the tens of thousands of wolves given by the god envoy?

Who has such strength on the grassland?

Touman once said: Only gods can fight against gods.

Or is there another god appearing on the grassland?

Zen Dun had countless questions in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak.

He had no doubt at all whether the long swords in these people's hands were sharp.

So, he could only hold his head honestly and lie on the ground.

The grass leaves on the grass in the camp were a hint of dew. It wet Zen's cheeks, adding a hint of coolness to this solemn atmosphere.

Zen, who was lying on the ground, tried hard to listen to all the sounds that happened in the camp, trying to find a trace of the information he needed.

Finally, after a long dead silence, a very penetrating voice sounded.

"The Yuezhi tribe has been controlled, please give instructions."

The military marquis led by Qin Ruishi reported loudly on the avenue where Qin Ruishi entered.

Zen was pressed against the grassy face and frowned.

Although he lay on the ground and could not see the figure of the speaker, he could still determine that this was the language of the Eastern countries.

Even though Zen was unable to tell which country it belonged to, he could still recognize this voice. This was the accent of the Zhao soldiers when they fought against Zhao in the past.

The general named Li Mu left a deep impression on Zen.

While meditating and thinking, everything in the camp fell into silence again.

At the entrance of the camp, Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, waved his hand gently, the report-in-command Junhou bowed, and then retreated silently.

Zhao Zheng, dressed in black, glanced at Xuandu lightly, then walked towards the tent.

Zen lay on the ground and waited for the silence to be broken until the rustling footsteps sounded.

Zen turned his head slightly, but saw two figures walking towards him in the distance.

Zen did not dare to turn his head too obviously, because of the angle, so he only saw the two of them clearly, but could not see their faces.

However, this kind of long gown was only worn by some of the nobles of the Eastern countries.

Zen thought to himself: Is there a god among the eastern countries?

Then, after two figures, he saw a familiar figure - King Yuezhi.

The Yuezhi King was pressed by two Qin Ruishi on the side of Zhao Zheng. Qin Ruishi pressed his shoulders firmly with both hands, and there was no sign of pride in his expression.

But the Yuezhi King's expression was still confused. He could not believe that he had defeated so quickly and was so vulnerable.

"Where is your totem messenger?"

Zhao Zheng turned his head and asked softly.

It was still like his tone when he saw the Yuezhi King, and it seemed that nothing had changed, but everything had changed.

When the Yuezhi King heard the sound, he seemed to have grabbed the last straw to save his life and shouted:

"I have been ordered to be the messenger of the gods to replace the will of the gods, and you cannot kill me."

Zhao Zheng smiled, he slowly turned around, gently raised the head of King Yuezhi with his hand, and looked down at King Yuezhi from a high place.

"It's indeed a Gentile barbarian."

"Drink less alcohol in the future, otherwise your already dull mind will not be enough."

After saying that, Zhao Zheng raised his head and said:

"Is your last hope the so-called messenger of the gods?"

"Zheng will help you destroy it."

Leaning on the ground, I heard every word clearly.

His heart was beating wildly, it was amazing.

If the person who speaks is not talking nonsense.

Then there may be a battle between gods tonight.

Releasing the head of the Yuezhi King in his hand, the young Zhao Zheng turned his head and looked around the prisoners around him, then turned his eyes to the tallest tent in white.

There he felt the demonic energy, which was very familiar. In the Taiyin Academy, he also fed those experimental monsters.

This kind of demonic energy belongs to that demon rabbit.

"If you're smart enough, come out by yourself!"

"Don't let me do it."

Zhao Zheng's voice resounded gently throughout the Yuezhi camp, without being angry and powerful.

Under the quiet night, it spread all over the world.

When he lay on the ground, his heart was even more thrilling.

They still know each other?

So do these gods come from the same place?

More and more doubts began to appear in the heart of Zen.

He felt as if he had discovered a huge secret.

There seems to be a place where gods live in this world.

Under the vast night, Zhao Zheng's voice came down the sound waves into the vast tent.

In the luxurious and gorgeous tent, the white rabbit leaned on the guardrail of the extremely gorgeous fox fur bed, trembling constantly.

Since the sound of the battle, the white rabbit seemed to feel a sharp arrow hanging above its head, as if it was about to fall down at any time, as if every moment was between life and death.

At that time it knew that its disaster had come.

When Zhao Zheng's voice sounded, the White Rabbit instantly recalled the owner of the voice.

In that gorgeous palace, there was a young man in black who fed the demon race. Among all those who talked to the master, his status seemed to be the highest, because when the master spoke, many of them were treated with a hint of respect.

"Is it him?"

The white rabbit instantly lost the intention to resist, and no one in the palace could resist.

In the heart of the White Rabbit, it is the residence of the gods, and the people it sees are eternal and immortal gods.

As a demon, how can it resist the gods?

The white rabbit fell from the fox fur bed.

Outside the camp, all the Yuezhi people subconsciously looked in the direction of the huge camp.

The Yuezhi King stared at the pure white camp with his eyes.

That was his last reliance.

I lay down on the ground and listened carefully to every sound with my ears.

He wanted to know where all the gods came from.

The curtain of the big tent seemed to be blown up by the wind, and a snow-white rabbit popped out of it.

Without the solemn atmosphere that the Yuezhi King imagined, the white rabbit fell gently to the ground with his head against the ground.

"The little rabbit dared not resist, just wanted to know what the little rabbit had done."
Chapter completed!