Red Heart Patrols the Sky - Chapter 1116 - Mourning Escort Added for 9500 monthly tickets

Chapter 1116 - Mourning Escort Added for 9500 monthly tickets

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Chapter 1116 of "Red Heart Patrols the Sky" unveils a new twist: A jar of liquor came flying toward him.He deftly dodged it.The jar shattered on the... See what happens!

A jar of liquor came flying toward him.He deftly dodged it.

The jar shattered on the ground, and instantly the aroma of wine filled the air.

What a waste!

Zhao Erting thought.

“Fuck off!”

The familiar voice of General Du Yehu returned…

Du Yehu roared, “Do I look like I’m asking you what you think?

You half-wit who can barely read, your opinion counts for shit!”

Zhao Erting shrank back, and for some reason, he now felt much more at ease.

He said grievously, “But it was you who asked!”

Du Yehu wanted to throw another jar at him, but seeing none around, he thought about throwing the military book in front of him that he barely understood, yet he decided against reaching for it.

He just shouted angrily, “I’m asking what else that old dog Zhang said!”

Zhao Erting scratched his head, “That’s all he seemed to have said.”

The matter suppressed by the State Minister, Mr.

Zhang probably didn’t dare to say more…

Seeing the confused Zhao Erting, Du Yehu was filled with frustration and waved his hand, “Get lost!”

“I’ll get lost…” Zhao Erting seemed quite proud of himself as he turned and walked away.

“Wait!” Du Yehu called out to him again and said sternly, “Remember, don’t ever talk to me about Fenglin City again!

Keep those words rotting in your belly forever!”

“That’s great!” Zhao Erting was openly joyous, “I’ve been sick of talking about it!

If it weren’t for fear of you hitting me…”

He stopped himself.

Du Yehu’s face darkened, “Get lost!”

Zhao Erting lifted the tent flap and briskly left.

In the now empty tent, Du Yehu sighed again.

If only Xiao Wu were alive…

Why would he need to use his brain then?

Based on what Duan Li had said, the best course of action would be to kill Zhao Erting, as dead men keep secrets best.

With Zhao Erting gone, nobody would remember his relationship with Jiang Wang…

But he really couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Otherwise, the jar thrown earlier would have been the end of Zhao Erting.

Fortunately, this simpleton was a bit dull but obedient.

If he promised something, he would do it.

There shouldn’t be any problems.

Du Yehu rubbed his head, forcing himself to look at the military book.

Damn it…

How do you read this character?

Is it ‘horse’ or ‘four’?

These two lousy characters next to each other, which side am I supposed to read from!

He got annoyed again.

That scoundrel Yang Yin didn’t even bother to add any notes!

In the midst of his annoyance, he suddenly looked up and grabbed a single mace.

Instantly, his blood surged around him, a menacing aura faintly visible.

Indeed, he had taken a treasured blade from the inner storeroom of the Son of Heaven but didn’t use it, instead setting it up in his residence for worship.

After seeing this, State Minister Du, though he criticized him, saying a blade is meant to be used, was clearly pleased.

As for this single mace, it was left by Duan Li.

Originally a pair, one had been destroyed on the battlefield of Zhuang Yong, broken by Marquis Chengde of Yong Country, Li Yin.

The pair of maces was named “Seizing the Enemy,” but Duan Li hadn’t managed to use it to seize his enemy, and now only one remained, which might as well be called “Sending to Death.”

Yang Yin, being more cultured, suggested calling it “Sending to Funeral” instead.

Thinking it over, Du Yehu indeed felt he should hold a funeral for Duan Li, and thus he settled on this name.

At this moment, Du Yehu held the “Sending to Funeral” mace, his presence like a fierce tiger, his aura like a ruthless deity.

His murderous aura roared and steamed, enveloping the whole military tent.

In the thickly murderous atmosphere, a small white crane “drilled out.”

The white crane flew midair, disintegrating into mist, which then transformed into a floating, ethereal figure.

The figure faced Du Yehu, his voice clear and melodious, “General Du, I mean no harm.”

Du Yehu was holding a mourning mace, his face emotionless, showing no favoritism despite the opposing party’s stunning beauty.

He simply stated icily, “You don’t have much time to explain.”

“I am Ye Qingyu, a friend of Jiang Wang.”

The woman, transformed from the clouds, said, “I’ve come to help you.”

Du Yehu remained silent.

Ye Qingyu looked at the fierce and fearsome man and had no choice but to continue, “Jiang Wang sent me a message saying that he was going to attend the Yellow River Gathering soon, and some matters might not be kept secret anymore.

You might be in danger in Zhuang Country.

Hence, he asked me to fetch you.”

“I appreciate your kindness,” Du Yehu responded blandly.

“Please leave.”

Yun He had traveled from Qi Country, which had already taken some time.

Meeting some unexpected disturbance and getting scattered, slowly regathering also took time.

Ye Qingyu received the message late; she had arrived in Jiujiang City yesterday, but it wasn’t until tonight that she found the opportunity to meet Du Yehu alone.

In Jiang Wang’s letter, Du Yehu was supposed to either comply or go to Xin’an City without saying a word to fight; there was no mention of the reaction Du Yehu was showing now.

“I truly am Jiang Wang’s friend.

I can prove it in many ways,” Ye Qingyu thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper, and flicked it forward gently, “Jiang Wang said this contains matters only you know, you’ll understand once you see it.”

She also said, “Follow me to Yun Country, and I can ensure your safety.

Later, I will find an opportunity to place you quietly in a merchant fleet heading out to sea and send you discreetly to Qi Country.”

But Du Yehu did not even glance at the paper; he simply stated, “This is a military camp, young lady, do not mislead yourself.

Leave quickly.”

The piece of paper hovered before him then slowly fell to the ground.

Jiang Wang didn’t mention this kind of attitude from his brother.

Ye Qingyu was somewhat stunned but did not give up, switching tactics, “Is there anything else you are worried about?

Speak freely, we can solve any issue.”

“Are you leaving or not?” Du Yehu said coldly, “I see you are also someone entrusted by others, I’d rather not bother with you.

It’s best you don’t force my hand.”

Ye Qingyu was a bit annoyed.

Given her status, who had ever dared to speak to her in such a manner?

She had kindly and politely come to help, but this fierce man not only showed no gratitude but even wanted to fight her?

Her voice too carried a hint of anger, “Jiang Wang said, if you are unwilling, I must forcibly take you away.”

The original words from Jiang Wang were, if Du Yehu couldn’t control himself and insisted on going to Xin’an City to fight to the death, he should be forcibly captured and taken away.

Back in Yun Country, he would be imprisoned for further discussions.

Now though Du Yehu hadn’t set off to Xin’an City to fight to the death, picking a fight with me… well, it’s nearly the same, isn’t it?

Upon hearing Ye Qingyu’s words,

Du Yehu flipped his mourning mace, and in a moment, his vital energy surged, taking the shape of a fierce tiger behind him.

“I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed,” he had already fully assumed a battle stance, meeting Ye Qingyu’s gaze with eyes filled with killing intent, “You probably can’t accomplish that.”

This cultivation level, this combat power… it also wasn’t as Jiang Wang described.

Jiang Wang, Jiang Wang, what am I to say about you?

This person is nothing like the one in your memories!

But Ye Qingyu wasn’t frightened by him; her Yunzuan’s Divine Power had infinite ingenious uses, and she feared no one in single combat.

Moreover, if she didn’t worry that making too much noise would cause too large of a disturbance, she could simply deploy hundreds of mechanical soldiers with a flick of her wrist!

But the problem lay in the word “disturbance.”

This place was a military camp of the Xuanjia soldiers in Zhuang Country, a significant location.

If the noise escalated, there was really no easy way to settle it…

“Why won’t you listen to advice?” Ye Qingyu said in irritation.

“Jiang Wang carries so much burden and lives in such hardships.

As his brother, can’t you be more considerate?”

“Enough talk!” Du Yehu stepped up to the desk, holding the mourning mace with surging momentum, “Jiang Wang is a shameless and ungrateful man, fatherless and disloyal to his country!

Having once sworn brotherhood with him is the biggest disgrace of my life!

Say another word, and I will summon the army to surround and kill you here!”

“Fine, very good!” Ye Qingyu, now genuinely furious, held nothing back in her words, “Without you as a burden, I feel relieved for Jiang Wang!

Just go on being a lackey of Zhuang Ting!

If someday we meet on the battlefield, just don’t beg him for mercy!”

As her voice fell, her figure dissolved into a cloud and vanished from the tent.

Du Yehu flicked his finger lightly, breaking the concealing array Ye Qingyu had previously set up.

The evening breeze outside the tent whirled around the curtains.

She was far gone…

Du Yehu restrained his aggressive energy, bent down, and picked up the piece of paper that had fallen to the ground.

That night, the lamp in General Du’s tent stayed lit until dawn.

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