Everyone went back to their own tent to rest, and the night gradually became deeper.

Suddenly, a figure appeared quietly in Chonghouhu's tent and came straight to the side of Ji Chang's tent. It was Chonghouhu.

Chong Houhu, whose bloodthirsty and sarcastic smell flashed in his eyes, gently cut open the tent with a dagger in his hand, and then quietly got in.

"Hey!" Chong Heihu, who shouted softly, rushed to Ji Chang's sleeping side, and raised his hand high and held the dagger to stab him.

At this moment, the lights in the handsome tent were instantly bright. A beautiful figure sat cross-legged on Ji Chang's sleep. A long sword like ice and jade in his hand pointed at Chong Houhu's throat. Chong Houhu was shocked and his body suddenly froze and widened his eyes widened in disbelief.

Chonghouhu, who reacted immediately, instantly stepped back and slashed towards the long sword.

With a crisp sound of "keng", Chen Xi, who jumped away the dagger in Chonghouhu's hand, then stood up and pointed at Chonghouhu's sword again. The tip of the sword was pressed against Chonghouhu's throat, and a trace of blood appeared. The pain in the throat immediately made Chonghouhu no longer dare to move.

Amid the footsteps, Nangong Shi, Wu Ji and Jiang Shang also surrounded Ji Chang, and Chong Heihu came to the commander's tent.

"Brother, you actually..." Chong Heihu, who frowned and looked at Chonghouhu, couldn't help but sigh.

Nangong Shi and Wu Ji were already quickly forwarding to control Chonghouhu.

"Haha..." In the midst of a low laugh, Chong Houhu couldn't help but look at Ji Chang with gritted teeth and said, "I want me to surrender to him and dream! Ji Chang, don't look so elegant. I can't escape the death of your son. Do you think I really believe you won't care?"

Chonghouhu, who was speaking, turned to Chongheihu and looked at Chongheihu with a sneer and said, "Chongheihu, don't act in front of me. You wish I would die sooner, right? Do you think, I don't know why you came so late? Now, you are afraid that you have already taken charge of my troops? I am afraid that my people will no longer be able to command me when I go back!"

"Brother, you are my brother, I won't want you to die!" Chong Heihu, who shook his head slightly, couldn't help looking at Chong Houhu with some pain and said, "If you don't come to assassinate Xibo tonight, when you go back, I will provide you with your life!"

Listening to Chong Heihu's words, Chong Houhu was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't help but laugh at him and turned to grit his teeth and stared at Chong Heihu and said, "Bastard! Do you think I will care? You are so cruel! You might as well kill me if you do this!"

"Chonghouhu!" Chong Heihu, who shouted softly, suddenly looked at Chonghouhu with a slightly ugly expression and said in a low voice: "I don't want to say anything more! I just want to ask you, how did his father die back then? Did he really die of illness?"

Listening to Chong Heihu's words, Chong Houhu, whose eyes were condensed, was silent for a while and said with a low smile: "That's right, I killed him! But he deserves to die! I am his eldest son, and he actually wants to pass the title of Beibo Marquis to you. Why? He is old and confused!"

"Your father is not confused at all!" Chen Xi looked at Chonghouhu and said indifferently: "If he handed over his foundation to a jackal-like son, that would be confused!"

Chong Heihu, who held his hands tightly, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and showed a deep pain. Smile of blood oozed between his fingers. After a while, he opened his eyes and looked at Chong Houhu, shook his head and said hoarsely and lowly: "No, I killed my father! If I hadn't come back, he wouldn't have the intention to make me his heir, and he wouldn't have died!"
Chapter completed!