The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 180

"You did it on purpose, you planned it long ago!"

Mashaduo was furious, and clenched her teeth and yelled, "You damn shameless snake! You have been plotting against my Xirong warrior from the very beginning!"

"Hahahaha!"

Wen Zhemao seemed to have heard some funny joke, so he couldn't help laughing out loud, but then lowered his voice and whispered to Mashaduo's ear, "Yes, you guessed it, my princess, You finally get it. God knows how long I've been waiting for this moment!"

"Yes, that's the expression."

Wen Zhemao turned Mashaduo's head, and stared at the resentment on her face, his eyes were cold and proud, "How does it feel to be played by the fool in your own mouth and applauded? Isn't it wonderful and unforgettable?"

"Madman! Viper!"

Masha Duo cursed back and forth, the resentment in her heart almost burned her whole, but her good upbringing prevented her from thinking of other more vicious words to vent her anger.

The most vicious word she can think of is the most despised and disgusting poisonous snake in Xirong folklore.

But these fell into Wen Zhemao's ears, as if they were praises for his successful scheme, which made him laugh even more complacently.

"Actually, I really just want to destroy the old man's heart and soul, but you all insist on trampling on me time and time again..."

Enough laughing, Wen Zhemao lowered his voice again, vicious, fierce but with a little doubt and innocence, "I'm fed up with being trampled on by others. Do you understand? The kind where everyone can come and trample on you." The days of the last kick are dark."

As Wen Zhemao said, he looked carefully at Mashaduo's well-preserved delicate face, his eyes became fierce, but with a little sadness and loneliness, "You don't understand, you don't understand. The innocent little princess, who was How can people who grew up holding it in their hands understand what kind of life those of us who have been trampled in the mire are living!"

"You, Meng Shulan, the third child, the sixth child...even the cowardly second child, how do you understand?"

Wen Zhemao raised his hand and wrapped the hair around Martha's ears back behind his ears, like a child who has been wronged and found his favorite toy, and then poured out his thoughts to her, "You all don't understand..."

"You all come to hinder me, laugh at me, and fool me! Why?"

Wen Zhemao asked, but quickly smiled again, held Mashaduo's face, and traced it carefully, as if stroking a beloved toy, "But it doesn't matter, you are all going to die."

After finishing speaking, Wen Zhemao let go of Mashaduo, put his arms around her, rested his chin on her neck, and pressed the weight of his whole body on her body, counting in a muffled voice, "First the little six, then the second, Meng Shulan, the old Three, old man..."

Wen Zhemao tilted his head, spraying wet breath on Ma Shaduo's neck and chin, "And you. One by one, you can't escape."

Mashaduo, who had never been so close to anyone before, froze, and her face, which was flushed with anger, was now only pale.

"madman!"

Mashaduo spit out this word through her teeth, her heart sinking like a heavy boulder.

This man is a complete lunatic!

What he was doing was never fame, wealth, he just enjoyed the fun of playing with people's hearts and destroying everything!

The most ferocious ghost in the mythical hell that the great witch once described to her is not half as terrifying as the man behind him.

Ghosts are illusory, untouchable, and have never done evil in the world of living people; while Wen Zhemao, a lunatic, is a living demon walking in the world!

Wen Zhemao listened to Ma Shaduo scolding himself with a smile, as if he had won the highest reward.

But Ma Shaduo only said this sentence and stopped talking, which made Wen Zhemao very disappointed.

Toys that compromise so quickly with reality are really boring.

However, it is rare to find a toy that is still interesting, and it is a pity that it is useless after playing with it.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhemao stopped provoking Mashaduo, and turned his head to ask Luge, the general whom he instigated rebellion: "How is the situation at Ximen?"

Ruge, who had been silently watching Wen Zhemao go crazy, but failed to understand what he and Mashaduo said, was a little too late to react when Wen Zhemao asked in a cold voice, causing Wen Zhemao to immediately put on a serious face.

Having seen Wen Zhemao's methods against Harihun, Luge's heart skipped a beat when he saw Wen Zhemao's gloomy expression, and he came back to his senses in an instant, and reported to Wen Zhemao all the information he had just obtained.

After hearing this, Wen Zhemao felt a little regretful: "These poisonous people from the Qiang Kingdom are quite useful, so it's a pity that they are all gone like this."

As he spoke, he sighed with admiration, "These people in Xijiang are quite tough, but they are too stupid. What are they trying to do by sending their lives for nothing for irrelevant people?"

Wen Zhemao didn't seem to understand, so he naturally skipped the topic and muttered, "Forget it, it's fine if Meng Shulan dies."

From the information obtained by Ruge, Wen Zhemao learned that Meng Shulan had not gone down the city wall until now, and Meng Shulan was not among the people who survived on the tower.

This made Wen Zhemao, who was a little unhappy because of the annihilation of the poisonous people, feel a little better.

"The coach of Xijiang is gone, two generals died, and nearly ten thousand people were lost. It's good to take back a burnt empty city."

Before Wen Zhemao left, someone set fire to the city of Tahrir.

"There are not many people in Baishu's hands. The main forces of Moxi City and Er County are in Ya City. It is a good time to buy the bottom."

Wen Zhemao muttered to himself, whether he was talking to Lu Ge or talking to himself, "Taking Moxi City and Er County, under the attack from inside and outside, Ya City won't last a month."

"Da Liang's reinforcements have arrived in Wu'an."

Ruge reminded Wen Zhemao, "From Yuhuai to Xijiang, it will take about ten days by water."

Wen Zhemao was a little dissatisfied with Luge's interruption. He lowered his eyes, squinted at him, and then smiled again: "Daliang's reinforcements? Don't worry, they can't come here. Don't underestimate those short and ugly Qiangs." Man, if they want you dead, they don't need a sword."

Ruge thought of those poisonous people who were covered in poison, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end. He cautiously probed: "There are many poisonous people in the Qiang Kingdom?"

Wen Zhemao glanced at him, but did not answer.

But this tacit silence made Ruge and Mashaduo shudder.

A small Qiang country actually feeds so many poisonous people!
What do they want to do?
Would the people of the Qiang Kingdom really not object?

The two were shocked and fearful in their hearts, when they were wondering, they saw Wen Zhemao reining in the horse.

Seeing this, Lu Ge quickly reined in his horse and stopped one step behind Wen Zhemao, calling to stop the army, but when he turned his head and saw the neat army outside the city gate, he froze on the spot.

(End of this chapter)