Yin Kuang pinched Qian Qianqian’s nose, causing her to show her teeth. He suddenly asked Tang Rouyu, “Have you checked what kind of law Li Shuangmu has understood?” Tang Rouyu was stunned, not understanding why she was so suddenly like this. Asked, “I checked, but found nothing. Maybe Leng Huaping knows.”
“Alliance leader, please have mercy on me.”
Yin Kuang said with a smile: “There is at least one I can probably guess the law.”
“What law is it?” Both women blinked their watery eyes and looked at Yin Kuang curiously.
Yin Kuang pointed to the left side of his chest and said: “It has something to do with the ‘heart’. He can affect people’s hearts. But it is not a rubbish spell like soul-stirring. So I think it should be the power of the law. Among those who survived, I’m afraid their minds have been affected by Li Shuangmu. That’s why they look numb and their eyes are dull.”
Qian Qianqian and Tang Rouyu looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other’s eyes. Qian Qianqian said: “No way? Manipulating people’s hearts?” Yin Kuang said: “It’s not control. If he could control it, there would be no need for so much trouble. Why kill so many people. I think it should be similar to hypnosis. In short, I will talk to him in the future You have to be more careful when getting along, don’t let him take advantage of you unknowingly.”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, go to sleep. It’s been a tiring day today. I’ll just sleep in tomorrow. The little emperor is free, so we can. Take it easy.”
After saying that, Yin Kuang chuckled and raised the chins of the two beauties, blew on them and the oil lamp went out.
“Hate”
“Hee hee, let Sister Tang come first. I want to admire it first”
“You damn girl”
“Hiss! Uh-huh! Hahu! Huh-huh!”
A fence away from Yin Kuang’s camp In another large tent, the lights were brightly lit, and suppressed roars, gasps, and moans, accompanied by the sound of “slap, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,” were constantly coming out, full of the smell of lewdness.
Rather than saying that this is a tent, it is better to say that this is a mansion, showing nobility and extraordinaryness everywhere. Outside the camp, groups of tall armored soldiers patrolled back and forth like robots, wrapping the camp around and around, which also illustrates the importance of the camp.
Not far from the camp, there stood a large pole as thick as a wine jar. On the pole floated a handsome flag with black characters on a gold background and a huge “Yuan” written on it.
That’s right, that mansion-like tent is the tent of Yuan Shao and Yuan Benchu, the leader of the Eighteenth Route Princes Alliance.
At a certain moment, the sound of “pah pah pah” in the camp became more and more urgent, followed by a low growl like a roar of a wild beast. After a lifetime of “ah”, there was a long sigh of relief after venting.
Kneading the tender meat that