Chapter 1161

Feng Sujin had an analysis in her mind and decided to enter the big Kun tribe first.

After she took the cat and cat into the big Kun tribe, she unconsciously went to the influence area of the Liang leader, and unconsciously went to the outside of Qiu Wenzheng's tent.

Feng Sujin felt that all her actions seemed to be involuntary.

Maybe subconsciously she wants to get close to the breath related to Jun Mohan's cold.

Maybe she always thinks Qiu Wenzheng knows where Jun Mohan is.

Maybe the heart is too lonely in space. She wants to find a little breath about Jun Mo's cold.

She felt that Qiu Wenzheng must have concealed many things.

Why else is he here, so coincidental?

Feng Sujin stood not far from the tent, and did not know how long she had been standing.

When she came back to her mind, she found a problem. It was that the big Kun tribe was very quiet tonight.

Is it the calm before the storm, or something else?

Just as she was meditating, she heard the soldiers on patrol talking around her.

"That is, in the cold Kunming season, we can relax."

"Tonight, everyone has a good meal and a good drink. After midnight, we will fight again."

"The brothers were gone a few days ago. We fought after midnight. We don't know if we can come back alive."

"Our department has been used to fighting for a long time, but we haven't fought so hard in the past years..."

"Take a drink. It's time to set off firecrackers. It's time to have a good time in the Han Kun Festival, an important festival in the Da Kun Department..."

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Those soldiers and guards talk, seemingly happy words, but the tone is as solemn and bleak as going to die.

Feng Sujin's face moved. She knew that Da Kun Bu was a group of scattered sands. There were too many people killed and injured, but no one could control the situation.

Because the forces of the great Kun are scattered, no one wants to be destroyed, and no one wants to be led by other leaders. After all, there are friction and hatred among leaders.

It must be that no one is willing to accept anyone, rather than pull all people to fight, it is also not willing to compromise.

So the political situation of the Dakun tribe can only be unified by war and blood donation.

It turns out that it's cold Kun season, so it's so peaceful.

Feng Sujin's mind flashed some words that Jun Mohan had said before.

He told her that the HanKun festival of the Dakun tribe is very important, more important than the Spring Festival of the Empire, because it is the most traditional festival of the Dakun tribe. He believes in the God of Dakun. It's said that the God of Dakun had provisions thousands of years ago, and there should be no war on this day.

Feng Sujin didn't know how long she had been outside. She was a little distracted.

It was not until the crackling of firecrackers that she came to her senses.

Such a busy day reminds her that when she was in Beiquan city and in the Empire, she would be accompanied by Jun Mohan at any festival.

Feng Sujin's face was sad. She walked forward quietly, close to Qiu Wenzheng's tent.

Because there will be no war on this day, the guards are relaxed, and the big guy will not notice that there is another person like Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin wanted to knock on the door, but she smelled the familiar fragrance.

It's the smell of dumplings.

She always felt the same fragrance as she remembered.

Her face set, and she quickly opened the door.

After opening the door, Feng Sujin quickly looked at any corner inside, but only Qiu Wenzheng and a woman, not Jun Mohan.

When Qiu Wenzheng saw Feng Sujin appear, he didn't seem surprised, "you are here."