Sikong sat in the seat of the prefect of Shicheng, holding a mutton-fat jade tea cup carved from solid jade in his hand. He took a sip of the most refreshing blood ginseng tea. Under the nourishment of the blood ginseng, his face seemed to have recovered.

A trace of blood.

The people of the Four Kingdoms are really rich!

It's not that you can't see ginseng on the grassland. As Sikong, whose status in the Golden Family is second only to the Sky Khan Canglang King, you can drink ginseng. However, the picking conditions for such high-quality blood ginseng are always strict. Every year, it is paid tribute.

There were only about a dozen of them that came to the Prairie Wolf King, and he could only divide them into three or five groups.

But I didn’t expect that the prefect of a small town in Shikoku would live such a luxurious and extravagant life. So, let me ask, what’s the point of a person who enjoys exquisite food, wears the softest silk, and sleeps with a beautiful woman with the slimmest waist?

How about cutting off every enemy's head with a tight sword?

Sikong looked at the prefect of Shicheng, who was kneeling in the hall and was as fat as a pig, kowtowing to him. He had a look on his face that only the most loyal dog on the grassland would show to his master. His expression was a little playful.

This can only be called a fat ball. He is fatter than the fattest lamb on the grassland. It is a bit surprising. With such a guy, it is no wonder that there are more than 8,000 warriors in this city, but even half a pillar is lost under his hands.

Xiang didn't even have time to resist, so the whole army surrendered, and the whole city became a plaything in his hands!

This was so strange that Sikong, who grew up in the grassland, didn't even understand it.

On the grassland, no tribal chief, even if he died in battle, would never easily surrender to an enemy like him who came to his home, robbed his finances, and robbed his status of women, this prefect who was as fat as a ball.

After seeing the severed heads and blood of several prairie warriors, he fainted on the spot and shouted to surrender.

At this time, Sikong inexplicably thought of Su Yin, and thought of Su Yin giving him a threatening look with his hand wiping his throat twice, once when he was walking among the mountains in the same mist, and once when he was leading

In front of thousands of troops, he easily cut the throat of the general he relied on and made a gesture.

This is a naked provocation and a declaration of war! Perhaps only such people are worthy of defeating themselves again and again!

Only such people are qualified to be their opponents!

If it were Su Yin's army, Sikong dared to assert that he would only be able to enter here if the entire city was covered with the blood and corpses of his own army and hers, and Su Yin would definitely be the first to die!

Moreover, even Sikong didn't dare to tell whether he or Su Yin would die first in such a siege. If it were so easy, he wouldn't choose such a strategy and just attack by force.

"Su Yin, let's see what you do next." A smile appeared on Sikong's face.

He had been planning for so long just for the next battle, to use the most brutal method to defeat Su Yin, her army, and the enemy of his destiny, his twin brother.

"Get up, let me take a look." Sikong looked at the prefect who was kowtowing and said softly. His voice was not like the hoarse and desolate barbarians on the grassland. Instead, it was clear and sweet, like the splash of a pearl falling on a silver plate.
Chapter completed!