Inside the courtyard, its space sealed off by a magic treasure, the Little Marquis was like a wild dog off its leash. In just a dozen breaths, he slaughtered all thirty personal guards Niu Dali had sent.
Wang Tudou was dumbfounded. For the first time, he felt his intelligence was inadequate; he could not make the slightest sense of his current predicament or anything happening around him.
He glanced sideways at the Little Marquis and thought, Holy shit, whose side is this ridiculously fierce bastard on? If he's a mole planted beside Niu Dali, that doesn't fucking add up either! How stupid would Niu Dali have to be to pick out a mole so precisely and send him to retrieve Jiu Zhi? He has over ten thousand monk soldiers under him. It's not like he has no one else to use...!
Tap... tap, tap.
Heavy yet elegant footsteps sounded as the Little Marquis emerged from the scattered corpses, blood dripping from his spearhead and hair flying, like a war god descending from the Nine Heavens.
They exchanged a brief look. Before Wang Tudou could voice his questions, the Little Marquis spoke first. "Brother, just what kind of game are you playing? Why can't I figure you out...?"
"...!"
Wang Tudou was speechless. Isn't that what I should be fucking asking you?
"You already got Jiu Zhi, so why didn't you sneak away? Why come back to find my big brother?" The Little Marquis had grown used to the address, and his words were full of respect for Niu Dali.
Big brother?! He's still calling him that at a time like this... Wang Tudou thought briefly, then asked quietly, "Oh, I get it. Too many people here saw Jiu Zhi, so you killed them to silence them for him?"
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