The Poisonous Pet of the Remnant King: The Doctor Concubine Covers the Sky

The moon, I don’t know when it will disappear; the snow, I don’t know when it will fall.

"A Rong, take them away!" Mu Jieyu backhanded his sword, piercing the enemy soldiers coming up with their knives protruding from the circle of fire, turned around and shouted at Xuanyuan Zhirong.

Xuanyuan Zhirong swept across with his upper arms, grabbed an enemy soldier's neck on the left and right respectively, and exerted strength with both hands at the same time, but there was a click, and the two enemy soldiers lowered their heads. Xuanyuan Zhirong waved his hand, threw the two corpses, and smashed them into In order to attack the enemy soldiers from left to right, he put his fingers to his lips and let out a crisp whistle.

A steed galloped from afar, braving the heavy snow and neighing, knocking away the surrounding enemy troops.Going straight to Xuanyuan Zhirong's body, he leapt forward, put his toes on the saddle, his vigorous body immediately soared towards the sky, and when he jumped down in the air, his strong inner breath had lifted up two hazes. The red-glowed snowball's gaze sank, and with a loud shout, the snowball came out of its palm and hit the ground hard.

"Bang——" it was like two thunderbolts striking down, blowing up the enemy army.

Turning around in the air, she gracefully landed on the horse, tightened the reins, turned around and stared at her deeply with her dark and deep phoenix eyes, and finally said two words in a low voice: "Wait for me."

As soon as the words fell, the horsewhip was slammed on the horse, and the horse neighed for a while, and flew out like an arrow off the string.As soon as Xuanyuan Zhirong left, the independent army summoned by him naturally followed him and quickly withdrew.

Mu Jieyu tilted his head, watching Xuanyuan Zhirong's figure getting farther and farther away, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Regardless of whether he is the real Arong or not, Mu Jieyu likes his manner of doing things. He never said that he would never abandon her in such a useless and self-defeating way.If they stayed, both of them would fall into the hands of Emperor Xiangming, and if she left, leaving Xuanyuan Zhirong behind would not be able to withstand the army, but she did not have enough identity to get the army out of Xuanyuan Zhiqi's hands immediately. To come to the rescue, only Xuanyuan Zhirong, who had been issued a decree by Emperor Hong'an a month ago, ordering Xuanyuan Zhirong, the emperor's third son Rong Wang, to be the Marshal of the Three Routes, could separate the military power from Xuanyuan Zhiqi with just one sentence, and be able to be in the first place. Time to come and rescue her.

Moreover, she had one more thing to prove by sending Xuanyuan Zhirong away.

So she got on her horse and went up to the army of the Qing Dynasty.

The army of the Qing Dynasty came in like a sharp arrow, and before Mu Jieyu, Xuanyuan Zhirong and others had time to escape, they surrounded them, rode on horseback, and reined in the reins.Mu Jieyu raised his eyes, and the crowd was so dark that he couldn't see the end.

The enemy didn't move, and neither did Mu Jieyu. She straightened her back and waited solemnly.

Directly in front of her, the soldiers moved respectfully and spontaneously to the two sides, moving aside a wide avenue, and drove forward slowly.

She stared fixedly at that tall and tall figure. Facing the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, he was wearing a big dark blue coat that fluttered in the wind, and his wide and wide sleeves were also bulging with the wind. The golden dragon depicted by the golden silk seemed to be alive. It's normal, baring its teeth and claws in the wind.

Even though he doesn't have a peerless and beautiful face, his indifference as if he has experienced life and death, his aura of calmness in an ancient well, makes him exude an indescribable elegance and aloofness.

Such a familiar breath, such an involuntary heart beating like a drum, made Mu Jieyu's five fingers holding the rein tightly tightened inch by inch just like her heart.