Chapter 1839: Backhand

Ulun said: "Such an important road, now, naturally can not be handed over to Houthihei."
Long Tingyun said: "The master is planning to—"
Wulun thought for a while, suddenly raised his head, and said to An Yan, "Go and call me the third."
An Yan immediately said, "Yes."
Then turned around and walked out.
Long Tingyun stood next to him, his eyes flickering, as if he had already understood, and said, "Does the master want to give that road to the third master?"
Ulun looked at him: "What do you think?"
Long Tingyun thought for a while and said, "According to the master, the third master is indeed brave and good at fighting, but he also has the heart to leave Hot Moon Bend."
"..."
"This time, it was the relationship between him and Miss Xue that made Miss Xue use it for us, sneaking into the captain's mansion to do things for us, but it is difficult to guarantee whether he will devote himself to this battle."
"..."
"The big master can't give him that key fortress completely. It's best to send a man and horse as a backhand..."
He said, leaning into Ulun's ear and whispering for a while.
"Ok……"
Hearing what he said, Wulun nodded and said, "Yes, that's what I meant."
"..."
"I am indeed going to hand it over to him, but I just let him lead his troops to guard it, and I - will make other arrangements."
"..."
"If he goes all out, it will be fine."
"..."
"If he is a little vacillating, or-he wants to join the court, then I don't have to be merciful."
"Exactly."
Long Tingyun shook the goose feather fan in his hand and said with a smile: "In this way, there is nothing wrong."
He shook his fan like this, and there was another cool breeze.
Although the weather is getting warm now, the cool breeze is still uncomfortable. Wulun frowned and glanced at him, then insinuated that this man was wrong, and took a step back.
At this moment, An Yan's voice came from outside
"Three masters are here!"
The two people in the lobby immediately raised their heads, and saw the twilight outside, under the red light of the setting sun, a vigorous figure of a young man walked to the door.
This young man was only eighteen or nine years old, of medium to tall stature, dark skin, and good-looking features. Although he was young, his eyes had a sophistication that was completely incompatible with his age.
Moreover, his clothes were the same as the surrounding sand bandits, but between his brows there was a temperament completely different from this environment.
Quite a bit, the lotus leaves the silt but not stained.
He is Ji Santing.
As soon as he saw him, Ulun laughed and said: "The third child, you are here."
That season, Santing took a step and looked at them.
There was a hint of alertness and caution in his eyes, and he said, "I don't know if the eldest brother calls the younger brother, what's the order?"
A sly smile flashed in the eyes of Long Tingyun on the side, and he shook his fan and said, "The third boss, the big boss has an important thing to tell you, this, but I trust you very much."
"Oh……"
Ji Santing looked at them: "I don't know, what's your order?"


In a blink of an eye, it was evening.
On the other side of the setting sun, Nan Yan looked a little worried. She was sitting by the window. The window was open. Although the wind was blowing in, it was not as cold as before.
She even stretched out a hand to catch a ray of sunlight outside.
Can faintly feel a trace of warmth.