Adorable Princess: General, Be Reasonable

General Hun looked at the hairpin on the table, as if he understood the ghost-masked man's plan.

"But what if he doesn't want to come?" Mo Feiye was such a cold and detached person, how could he pass just because of a hairpin?

"He will." The Ghost-Masked Man's voice was filled with certainty, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Mo Feiye was the person who held Mo Ranran at the very tip of his heart. If he knew that Mo Ranran was in their hands, he would definitely come.

"When the time comes, I will send people to ambush him. As long as he comes, there is no hope of him leaving alive."

"Lord Ghost Face is truly the lucky star of our Huns. If this matter succeeds, I will definitely speak a few words of praise for you in front of the King." General Hun said with a smile, he looked very excited.

Half an hour later, General Hun sent the Ghost-Masked Man out of his tent.

"I told your subordinates not to hit Mo Ranran, it was used to lure Mo Feiye to take the bait. If she's hurt a little, I'll only ask you." The ghost-masked man suddenly turned his head and said to the General.

He could see the look in everyone's eyes when they looked at Mo Ranran, if he did not give them a warning, they would not be at ease.

General Hun was surprised, he thought that the ghost-masked man had some important orders, but he didn't expect that he just wanted him to give a warning to his men.

"I'll warn them."

"Yes." The Ghost-Masked Man gave an indifferent "En", then turned around and slowly left.

"General, what kind of background does this bronze masked man have? Why is he so arrogant?" The subordinate watching the Ghost-Masked Man walk away spoke unwillingly.

His family's general risked his life for the King, but was ultimately suppressed by this man. This made him very unhappy.

"He is the red person in front of the King! The plague of Mu Kingdom was caused by him! Do you know why we aren't infected by the plague? Because we already took the antidote, if not for his antidote, we would have died long ago. " General Hun was also somewhat unwilling, but he had no other choice.

It was best not to provoke such a person. If you displeased him, he would poison you and you might not even know how you died in the end.

After his subordinate finished listening, a look of shock flashed across his face. He didn't expect this man to be so powerful.

"It's good that we've done our best. As for the rest, leave it to him. We're also happy to have some free time." General Hun stretched his body and slowly said.

The King only gave him so much power to see if that person was of any use. When the King was done using him, the authority would naturally be taken back.

The Ghost-Masked Man did not move fast, and he heard the conversation between the General and his men.

A cold light flashed past his eyes under the mask, but he did not say anything as he walked straight towards Mo Ranran's tent.

The two men in black stood guard outside the tent. When they saw the ghost-masked man walk over, they respectfully called out, "Young Master."

"Is anyone making trouble?" The Ghost-Masked Man looked at the two of them, and said leisurely.

The man in black responded expressionlessly, "A few unconventional people tried to enter, but they were all beaten away by this subordinate."

"You've done well." After saying this, the Ghost-Masked Man walked back into the tent.

In the tent, Mo Ranran was lying on the bed.

The Ghost-Masked Man looked at Mo Ranran's sleeping face and placed his hand on her face. His fingers rubbed lightly on her cheeks and a dim light flashed in his eyes.

After a while, the Ghost-Masked Man opened her sleeping point.

Mo Ranran slowly woke up, upon opening her eyes, the first thing she saw was the Ghost-Masked Man, looking at the mask on his face, Mo Ranran's eyes flashed, she suddenly wanted to see what he looked like underneath the mask.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and his hands reacted faster than his head.

When Mo Ranran reacted, she had already taken off the Ghost-Masked Man's mask.

The Ghost-Masked Man never thought that Mo Ranran would take off his mask.

Beneath the mask was a face so ordinary that no one would notice it if it was thrown into a pile. A scar ran from his left face to his right, covering half of his face and the ghost mask was just enough to cover the scar on his face.

The atmosphere in the tent became cold, the Ghost-Masked Man released a sinister cold aura, and Mo Ranran could feel that he was angry.

"Yes or no, I …" Mo Ranran wanted to explain, but the Ghost-Masked Man did not give her the chance to explain. He immediately grabbed the mask from her hands, and after putting it on properly, he turned and left the tent.

Mo Ranran chased after him, but was stopped by the two black clothed men at the door. She could only look at the Ghost-Masked Man's back, and let out a long sigh.

The Ghost-Masked Man's residence was not far from Mo Ranran's camp. He returned to his own camp and looked at Mo Ranran's camp, the shock on his face when Mo Ranran took off his mask appearing in his mind.

Ye Zichen raised his hand and touched the scar on his face. He must have scared her by acting like this, right?

The Ghost-Masked Man walked in front of the copper mirror and looked at himself in the mirror. After a moment of silence, he slowly reached behind his ear and tore the Skinmask off with force.

The Ghost-Masked Man held the Skinmask, as his thoughts flew.

At the moment, in the tent of the Army of Mo, Mo Feiye was discussing the upcoming battle with a group of his subordinates, when he heard from the servants that the Huns had sent people over to report that they had something for Mo Feiye.

"Nope." Mo Feiye frowned slightly, and coldly spoke.

"Yes." The person who came to report turned around and left.

After a while, the person who came to report came back. Mo Feiye's eyes looked at the incoming soldiers unhappily.

The man who came to report carefully held the hairpin that he had received from the Huns and raised it above his head, letting Mo Feiye see, "That man said, the general is willing to see him after seeing this."

Mo Feiye casually swept a glance, but his body suddenly froze, and he quickly walked to the front of the messenger.

The messenger lowered his head in shock as Mo Feiye took the hairpin from him.

Mo Feiye recognized this hairpin. It was given to Ranran by the old grandpa, and she liked it very much. After receiving the hairpin, she always wore it, so why was this hairpin in the hands of the Huns?

Mo Feiye kept the hairpin and waved to the others to leave.

"You can all leave first."

The others exchanged glances and slowly retreated.

"Bring them in." Mo Feiye looked and reported, and spoke out.

After the messenger left, the Huns who came to deliver the message came back to Mo Feiye's tent.

Mo Feiye looked at the Hunchback, a cold intent flashed past his eyes that were as deep as ink.

"Why is this hairpin in your hands?"

"The owner of this hairpin is sitting in our camp at the moment." The Huns spoke slowly.

The Huns only felt a flash of shadow, and then he was lifted up by Mo Feiye.

"You guys actually dared to set your sights on her, you deserve to die!" Mo Feiye's eyes were filled with killing intent, his grip on the Hunchbacked Man slowly tightened.

"If you strangle me to death, she won't live either." The Huns face turned red, and they stuttered to finish their sentence.

Mo Feiye's hand slowly tightened, it became harder and harder for the Huns to breathe.

Just as the Huns were about to lose their oxygen, Mo Feiye released his hand. When he loosened his grip, the Huns fell to the ground.

"If you dare to even touch a single hair on her head, I will definitely flatten you Huns!" Mo Feiye's cold voice was mixed with a strong killing intent, the majesty of his body was pressing down on the Huns, making them unable to breathe.

"Don't worry, General Mo is in our tent, no one will dare to touch a single hair on her head."

Mo Feiye looked at the Huns coldly, his gaze was like ice in winter, extremely cold.

"My master told me to send a message to the General Mo. When I ask him to come tomorrow night, he would meet me at a deserted temple five kilometers away, and my master would bring him there to wait for the General Mo." The Huns really did not want to stay any longer in Mo Feiye's tent, so they delivered the message. Without waiting for Mo Feiye to speak, they turned and ran out of Mo Feiye's tent.

After the Hunters left, Mo Feiye was silent for a moment, then said coldly to the people outside the camp: "Send the message, get Long Sha over here!"

A shadow flashed outside the door.

The night Mo Ranran was chased by the black clothed man, Long Sha was entangled by the black clothed man, although Long Sha's martial arts was high, he was still unable to withstand the black clothed man's attacks, his chest was cut by a sword, and fell into the river.

Fortunately, he had been saved by a big guy. When he received Mo Feiye's message, he had just woken up.

After Long Sha thanked the big sized man for his kindness, he did not dare delay any further, and immediately activated Lightness Exercise and rushed back to Mo Feiye's camp.

Fortunately, the place where he was recuperating was not far from the military camp. After the sky darkened, he rushed to the military camp.

"How did you get this wound?" Mo Feiye was originally very angry, he actually did not know that Mo Ranran had been captured by the Huns. But when he saw the pale-faced Long Sha with a bandage on her chest, he slowly suppressed his anger.

"They were injured by someone from the Other Shore Palace. They wanted to capture Eldest Miss." Long Sha kneeled on the ground, even though his body was swaying slightly, he still knelt upright.

"Go to the military doctor first and treat the wound." After all, he was Mo Feiye's subordinate, and thus, Mo Feiye did not have the heart to punish him.

After Long Sha left, Long Gu walked out from the shadows.

He looked at Mo Feiye who had a gloomy expression, and slowly said: "Master, are we really going tomorrow? Since this Huntress has captured the Young Miss, it is clear that she wants to use the Young Miss to lure Master over and take the opportunity to get rid of the Young Master. "

Mo Feiye naturally knew that tomorrow was a trap set up by the Huns. If he really went and was unable to save Ranran, he might not even be able to come back alive.

But when he thought about how Mo Ranran was in the enemy camp, he could not calm down.

"Go and find me a set of night clothes."

He couldn't wait for even a second, he had to go and rescue Ranran from that place.

Late at night, other than the soldiers in charge of guarding, the rest of the soldiers had long since fallen asleep.

"I'm going to relieve myself. Help me guard it first." One of the Huns said and hurried out of the tent into the grass.

"Pfft!" "What urination? You brat, you only know how to be lazy." The person on duty with him scolded and spat on the ground.