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Zhong Ao Shuang's heart was sour, he was not jealous of Tie Fu's immense strength, but he understood that the reason why Yue Chan was so close to Tie Fu's tremendous strength, was to make use of Tie Fu's great strength. The long conversation that day was also to convince Tie Fu to use his strength to ask for information. He only wanted Yue Chanjuan to use her beauty to seduce men in order to obtain the information he wanted. He felt ashamed and sad.

However, Yue Chanjuan did not mind at all. Right now, only the sharp weapon of beauty was the sharpest and easiest weapon in her possession.

"The sky is about to change. Canine Militant is about to fall into an unprecedented crisis. If the Prince of Canine Militants is still so headstrong and presumptuous, then I'm afraid the Canine Militant will fall under his hands."

"I'm just worried that if that's the case, my dog King Tiefeng will do something bad to the princess."

Yue Chanjuan was not worried that Ran Dan would kill her. After all, she was currently the most useful hostage he had. If he wanted to live, he wouldn't kill her even if he wanted to use her. However, what she was most worried about was that he would humiliate her innocence.

"Sir, please think of a way. I want to see Immense Strength."

"Yes, this official will immediately arrange for the third prince to come over."

Zhong Ao Shuang turned and left, an indescribable feeling surging through his heart. What could he do? They could only watch on helplessly as she used her beauty in exchange for information to lure out the great power of Tie Fu in order to protect their safety.

His hand quietly gripped the sword underneath his ribs. The pain in his right shoulder made him understand that he currently had even less power to protect her.

At this moment, a Chinese man had appeared in the Zerom tribe. Moreover, this Chinese man had killed three of their companions yesterday, as well as three of Wang Shou's personal bodyguards. They all wanted to immediately pounce on him and kill Zhong Ao Shuang.

Faint hungry wolf eyes stared at Zhong Ao Shuang. They wished that they could immediately release the white dog at their side and tear Zhong Ao Shuang to pieces.

However, no one dared to do such a thing. Zhong Ao Shuang was the king's guest, and even if she was the captive, she was a person who had a seat in front of the king. They did not dare to offend the king.

Zhong Ao Shuang's face was cold and expressionless as he walked past the Canine Militant. The canine Militant's eyes were filled with hatred, muttering curses that he could hear even if he saw them, but he remained indifferent.

A cold sneer appeared on his face. The losses he had suffered from the burning of charcoal caused by the commoners of the great karma. What did it matter to him? They had never left a living person, not even a little treasure, and everywhere they went, the land was scorched.

His cold gaze swept over the Canine Militant without fear. Even if he were to die, he would die with the dignity of a well-off official, and these Canine Militants would not dare to look him in the face.

"Howl …"

With a deep growl, the two white dogs seemed to be frightened and came out from a corner, their blood-red tongues hanging out, their sharp white teeth flashing in the sunlight.

A thick killing intent and coldness flashed through his eyes. The white dog only listened to its master's instructions, and ZhongAo Shuang knew that someone must have secretly ordered the white dog to come here with the intention of harming him and avenging the three men who died last night. These people did not dare to openly find trouble with him. If they used the white dog to kill him, they could find an excuse afterwards. Even if King Rong was angry, it would not be too harsh on him.

Moreover, even if they found out who was secretly indulging the white dog, they could still push it over.

Last night, he had killed three bodyguards of the king, although the king pretended to be magnanimous and suppressed his anger, he believed that the anger in his heart had reached its peak. If he were to die today under the sharp claws and fangs of the white dog, the king would not look into this matter.

With his left hand gripping the hilt, he drew his sword out of its sheath with lightning speed. The white dog had already pounced on him.

Zhong Ao Shuang's body slightly bent, seeming to be caught unprepared, or perhaps she was just standing on the spot, but just as the white dog was about to pounce on her, she quickly pulled her sword out of its sheath, but this time what she pulled out was not a sword, but a short sword.

Because it was a dagger, the speed at which it was unsheathed was even faster. A dagger was originally hidden at his waist; unless absolutely necessary, it would not be used easily.

It was only because his right shoulder was injured and his movements were difficult that the white dog's speed was so fast and ferocious that he had no choice but to use the short sword.

Just as the white dog pounced on him, ZhongAo Shuang's body slightly dodged the sharp teeth, the short sword pierced into the white dog's throat, and with a slight turn of the wrist, the artery and throat of the white dog were cut off.

At the same time, Zhong Ao Shuang dodged and avoided the other white dog. Her feet kicked the other white dog's ribs. The white dog cried out in pain and was kicked away by Zhong Ao Shuang.

Although the white dog was ferocious, but because of the fake appearance of Zhong Ao Shuang staring blankly, they thought their opponent was someone to be bullied. They did not expect Zhong Ao Shuang to kill one white dog in one go, and the other white dog was lying on the ground with its ribs broken, powerless to attack them.

The surrounding Canine Militants turned pale with fright. They had only heard that this Chinese man had used an overt method to assassinate the bodyguards by the side of the king, but they didn't expect him to be so quick and nimble.

The white dog was as fierce as a wild wolf, but in front of this person, it only injured him once. Not only did it not harm a single hair, it even killed one and heavily injured the other.

Zhong Ao Shuang slowly returned the dagger to its sheath. He was a left-handed person, but he rarely used his left hand, especially when he went to the Huns. He hid this secret, hoping to use it in times of crisis.

The guard who killed him last night was undoubtedly the one who exchanged the injury on his right shoulder for that chance, but if he wasn't left-handed, it would have been difficult to achieve that kind of effect.

The wind blew past, rustling Zhong Ao Shuang's clothes. Her clothes fluttered with the wind, carrying along with it a elegance that was like a jade tree swaying in the wind, and a coldness that caused the young girl's heart to be moved.

At this moment, no one dared to look down on Zhong Ao Shuang. Some of the Canine Militants were forced to turn their heads by Zhong Ao Shuang's gaze. By using the white dogs to ambush the injured Chinese, they also felt a little guilty. What made them even more depressed was that the white dogs had not played the role they should have.

"Hmph, bold Chinese man, you dare to injure my dog, the white dog of the Rong family? Let me see, what kind of abilities do you have?"

Zhong Ao Shuang stood there coldly without moving. If he was provoked, even though he was injured and could not win, he could not refuse. He was not allowed to refuse.

"How dare you be disrespectful to my royal father's honored guest? I think that you guys are looking down on my father more and more."

Tie Feng's face was cold as he walked over from a short distance away.

The man quickly kneeled down. No matter how humble Tie Fu's status was, he was still the son of the king. In the eyes of the man, he was a noble.