Chapter 1721

As soon as the voice fell, it attracted a fierce reaction from everyone.

"The leader is right. Datang doesn't deserve to have such gods."

"Our people are still frozen. We should seize the sacred things."

Scar glanced at the crowd and nodded with satisfaction. He wanted this effect.

He waved to the crowd to stop. Then a cold light flowed through his eyes and said, "old five, take everyone to step on the spot and find out. We'll be ready to do it tomorrow night."

"Yes, chief."

The old five put his right hand on his chest and Yin Jie smiled.

After that, Scarface blew out the candle and the room fell into darkness again.

At the same time, not far from the Tibetan Embassy in Tang Dynasty.

In such a large room, a man in his early thirties sat on the top. His face was yellow as wax and his complexion was not very good. This man was Jin Yikun, the envoy of Tubo in the Tang Dynasty.

In the middle of the hall stood two young people. They were yellow and skinny, short, and the average height was less than 1.6 meters. They were all Tubo spies who inquired about the news in Datang.

Jin Yikun glanced at them, changed his seat and said slowly, "Wu Min, what important information do you have coming to me? Tell me quickly?"

The man called Wu Min glanced at his companion, then looked at Jin Yikun and said slowly, "Sir, we heard that Datang had just invented a divine object."

"Oh?"

Jin Yikun was a little surprised and asked directly, "what divine thing?"

"It's a kind of clothing. It's said that it can resist wind and cold, and even become an immortal."

"What?"

Jin Yikun directly stood up, stared at the Wu people with a pair of eyes, and said word by word: "can you find out? There is nothing missing? Where is the divine thing now?"

Hearing the speech, Wu Min lowered his head and glanced at his companion from the corner of his eye, as if asking something.

The companion immediately returned a reassuring look, and the witch people quickly looked up and said, "yes, sir, we have all inquired clearly. The sacred object is in the hands of the dean of Datang White Deer academy, and it has been sold since yesterday."

Jin Yikun's face sank after his hands were down, and he began to walk on the high platform. While walking, he said something: "we robbed so many livestock before the Tang Dynasty. Why should our people be hungry and cold? They are happy here? It's unreasonable."

With that, he glanced at them and said in a deep voice, "you continue to stare at the White Deer Academy. Tell me any news immediately."

They looked at each other, then nodded and walked out of the door.

Not far from the Tibetan embassy, the Embassy of Tuyuhun began to move.

In a dark room, there was a square table in the middle. The oil lamp on the table illuminated the faces of the three people sitting around very clearly.

The leader was an older middle-aged man with a square scarf wrapped around his head and two moustaches at the corners of his mouth. This man was Wu kaixiao, Tuyuhun's envoy to the Tang Dynasty.

On his left was a boy in green with a thin face.

The other was dressed in red and looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days.

"Sir, we have determined that the cotton padded clothes invented by Datang can resist the wind and cold, which is a divine thing for us to Tuyuhun."

"What?"

Wu kaixiao slapped on the table and stared at the speaker: "is this news true?"

The young man in green nodded and said seriously, "yes, sir, and the clothes have been sold now. They were snapped up by rich businessmen in Chang'an in less than half a day. It is said that there are still several pieces left outside, but they are still missing."

Wu kaixiao stood up slowly and walked slowly to the window. He looked at the scenery outside the window and seemed to be thinking about something.

A moment later, he turned and said, "you continue to inquire. You'd better get a dress."

Hearing the speech, they looked at each other and said in unison, "yes."

Then he got up and walked out of the door.

Wu kaixiao was alone in the room thinking about something.

On Chang'an Street, several sneaky figures floated in the street.

With their faces covered and dressed in black, they quickly disappeared in the dark.

Just as they passed, a group of soldiers in new combat uniforms heard of stepping on, holding Mitsubishi army stabs, and walked quietly behind them.

The sudden addition of knives and axes made them fight a cold war.

Before they could speak, the soldiers set up the crowd and walked to the house not far away.

In the house, two rows of soldiers stood neatly, and there were several dead bodies dressed in black on the ground. Next to the bodies, there sat a man, Yuchi Gong.

He is playing with a Mitsubishi army thorn in his hand.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door.

Hearing the sound, Yuchi Gong looked at the door and saw several soldiers in new combat clothes escorting several people in black. It was just those people.

"Report to Lord Yuchi and catch several people in black."

Yuchi Gong stopped playing, put the Mitsubishi army stab in his hand on the table and said in a deep voice, "press forward."

The soldiers dragged the man in black to Yuchi Gong and pulled down the mask on his face.

Yuchi Gong looked at several people, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said sternly, "who are you? Who sent you?"