"What do you mean?"
Chen Xun's eyes were gloomy and filled with a chilling coldness.
"Bury gunpowder under the tent."
The adviser said with a sinister smile, "If they really don't know what's good for them and refuse to cooperate with the general, simply kill her and be rid of the future trouble."
"Leave this matter to you."
Chen Xun's eyes shone coldly, "Be quick, and don't let anyone discover it."
"Yes, I'll do it right away."
The adviser agreed respectfully; his eyes flashed with bloodthirsty killing intent.
*
"There's no need for you to go."
A figure in blue suddenly appeared in the big tent, holding a long sword, blocking the adviser's way.
"Who are you?"
Chen Xun was shocked to the core, almost leaping out of his chair.
"I am the person you want to kill with gunpowder."
Lin Qingluo held the sword in her right hand, pointing it directly at Chen Xun's heart.
"You are Lin Qingluo?"
Chen Xun subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist.
"Swish!"