Looking at the Desert Eagle in Lu Chen's hand, Chu Yuqin was slightly startled. After all, this was a weapon that allowed an ordinary person to instantly kill a ninth-level warrior.

Lu Chen saw that Chu Yuqin was very curious about the Desert Eagle, so he handed her the Desert Eagle with the magazine unloaded.

After Chu Yuqin took the Desert Eagle, she rubbed it repeatedly with her white hands. She was very curious, how did this little thing kill a ninth-level warrior?

Chu Yuqin then asked: "Chen'er, where did you get this weapon?"

After all, Chu Yuqin was also a warrior and had seen a lot of weapons. The moment she got started, she could tell that the materials used to make the Desert Eagle were not ordinary, and the precision of this weapon was beyond people's imagination.

It is even possible that the royal family of the Daxia Dynasty did not have such materials and could not make such sophisticated weapons.

Although Lu Chen relied on this mysterious weapon to survive, Chu Yuqin felt a little guilty at this time. She had always protected Lu Chen's safety, but she still allowed the provider of this mysterious weapon to come into contact with Lu Chen.

What if the other party didn't provide Lu Chen with weapons, but wanted to kill Lu Chen? I can't imagine the consequences.

Lu Chen replied with a smile: "Aunt Chu, if I said that I had people make the parts and then spliced ​​them together myself, would you believe it?"

Chu Yuqin snorted lightly and said, "Your aunt, I am not a fool."

Lu Chen pretended to be an adult and said: "Aunt Chu, I am a man too, and it is normal to have some little secrets about men. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞"

Originally, Lu Chen was just joking, but after hearing this, Chu Yuqin fell into silence.

Since Lu Chen lost his mother when he was ten years old, Chu Yuqin has been taking care of Lu Chen and treating him as his own child.

Now that Lu Chen was sixteen years old and married, she still subconsciously regarded him as a child.

Seeing that Chu Yuqin didn't speak, Lu Chen asked doubtfully: "Aunt Chu, what are you thinking about? Is there anything wrong with what I said?"

Chu Yuqin came back to her senses. She handed the Desert Eagle back to Lu Chen with a happy smile on her face, "Chen'er, you are right. You have grown up and are a man. Auntie, don't you?" It’s time to continue treating you like a child.”

"But I still want to remind you that the person who provides you with weapons must have a big conspiracy, so you have to be careful."

"In addition, the two weapons on your body must not be known to outsiders, otherwise even if you arrive in Beijun, you will attract a steady stream of assassinations from strong men in the world."

Lu Chen said: "Well, don't worry, Aunt Chu, I know the pros and cons of this."

Chu Yuqin said: "Okay, you go and see Zixuan and the others first."

Then Chu Yuqin turned around and left, coming to Li Feng and the others.

At this time, Li Feng and others were cleaning up the corpse. Seeing Chu Yuqin coming over, Li Feng immediately asked: "Mrs. Chu, is the prince okay?"

Chu Yuqin said calmly: "Well, it's okay.

At this point, Chu Yuqin reminded: "General Li, I hope you and your soldiers can pretend that you didn't see what happened today."

Hearing Chu Yuqin's words, Li Feng instantly understood what Chu Yuqin meant.

She was obviously talking about King Bei's instant killing of a ninth-grade warrior.

It was rumored by the outside world that King Bei was just a good-for-nothing prince who knew nothing about martial arts and didn't read much. He only cared about eating, drinking and having fun all day long.

When Mu Changtian found Li Feng and hoped that Li Feng could protect the Northern King and go to Beijun to join the vassal, Li Feng was still a little reluctant.

But when I saw it today, I'm afraid everyone was wrong.

King Bei has such a terrifying weapon in his hands. It is obvious that he cannot be such a simple waste.

That's a ninth-grade warrior!

The strength is second only to the ninth grade of the Grandmaster!

Just one more glance at King Bei, and the ninth-grade warrior was gone.

There was also the eighth-grade warrior. At such a long distance, Li Feng thought that he might not be able to kill that eighth-grade warrior even if he shot an arrow.

Eighth-level warriors have spiritual energy in their bodies. When an arrow enters their body, they can also control their muscles to clamp the arrow.

However, King Bei didn't know what kind of weapon he used, and he actually blew up the eighth-level warrior's head instantly from such a long distance.

Moreover, at that time, King Bei was just lying on the ground, not moving at all. To shoot an arrow, he needed to draw the bow. But as soon as King Bei lay down like this, the life of that eighth-level warrior came to an end.

This is enough to show how terrifying the weapon in King Bei's hand is!

The King of the North has such a terrifying weapon, but he does not fight for the throne, and is even willing to go to Beijun.

What does this mean?

Li Feng didn't dare to continue thinking.

He even doubted whether he would be killed by King Bei.

Although he was the general of the escort team of the Northern King, he was also the general of the Great Xia Huben Army.

King Bei may not trust people like them!

Thinking of this, Li Feng and others broke out in cold sweat on their backs.

After Chu Yuqin reminded Li Feng and the others, she turned and left.

Looking at Chu Yuqin's back, a soldier whispered beside Li Feng: "General...General, we won't be silenced after we arrive in Beijun, right?"

The soldiers who followed Li Feng were all elites in the Tiger Army, and they were not stupid. They also knew very well what it meant to have a weapon that could instantly kill a ninth-level warrior.

In the eyes of everyone at this moment, King Bei must have a big conspiracy, so in order to prevent what happened today from leaking out, King Bei will most likely silence them.

In order to comfort the remaining more than a hundred soldiers, Li Feng immediately said: "You kid, don't talk nonsense."

"We are from Duke Mu, who is King Bei's father-in-law. King Bei must trust us."

After hearing what Li Feng said, the soldiers reacted.

Yes, Duke Mu is the father-in-law of the Northern King, and Duke Mu’s daughter is still a princess.

Aren't these soldiers from Duke Mu's faction equivalent to being from the Northern King's side?

Then why did the Northern King kill his own people?

Thinking of this, the soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Li Feng was still worried at this time.

Although these people belong to Mu Guogong's faction, they are also the Huben Army of Daxia. After they sent the Northern King to Beijun, they were going back to the capital.

Will King Bei really trust people like them?

This is impossible to say.

But there is no other way now. Only when we get to Beijun can we know the true thoughts of King Bei.

After cleaning the scene, Lu Chen and his convoy set off again and continued to Beijun.

A few hours later.

A certain restaurant.

Lu Shuyun sat in front of the window, quietly waiting for the news to come.

At this time, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Logically speaking, those people should have come back long ago, but there was still no news yet.

At this moment, a man in gray clothes came out in a panic.

"Your Highness, something serious has happened!"

As soon as the man entered the room, he knelt down.

Lu Shuyun frowned, and then asked coldly: "What happened?"

The man immediately replied: "The Blood Moon Tower failed, and no one they sent out came back alive, including the two ninth-grade masters."

"Now the owner of the Blood Moon Building is furious, thinking that we deliberately cheated them, and demanding compensation from us."