The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Yuli, you immediately summon the elite soldiers in the mansion to rescue the third lady, chase after him!"

Xuanyuan Qi quickly unhooked the carriage, jumped onto the horse with long legs, and chased after Murong Canghai and Su Yueming in the direction they left.

"Drive! Drive!"

Xuanyuan Qilin raised the whip high and lashed at the horse's body fiercely. His face was solemn, his lips were tightly pursed, and his brows were wrinkled.

As a man, he naturally understood what the sentiment in Murong Canghai's eyes meant.

The horse was running extremely fast, before the scenery on both sides had time to look, it had already passed by in a flash, and the howling wind cut his face, causing severe pain.

But none of these could compare to the pain caused by Murong Canghai's anger. She was placed in front of his horse, bumping up and down with the speed of the galloping horse, her whole body seemed to be falling apart, and her stomach was churning. Uncomfortable, she tried to suppress the disgusting feeling.

"Su Yueming, since you have the courage to betray me, you must have the courage to bear my anger." His cold voice came from the top of her head with ruthless coldness.

"Where are you taking me?" Su Yueming asked as he put his hands on his painful abdomen.

"Naturally, I want to take you back to Daqin, my concubine of the Beiyuan." Murong Canghai's voice was full of unquestionable affirmation.

what?

"At the end of the day, I will see the prince, and the prince will be a thousand years old!"

The horse finally stopped, and her hair was already loose, blowing high in the wind, and the black filaments swept across his arm.

There was a tsunami-like kneeling sound in front of them, and the sound contained extreme admiration for their master.

Su Yueming was startled, and looked up with difficulty, only to realize that this was exactly his team, all the elites he had personally selected stood majestically on top of the steeds, and the one at the top of the line was Murong Canghai's number one close Guard - Ying Lie.

"My lord!"

His people were all like him, all murderous, exuding arrogance and arrogance all over their bodies.

The Great Qin Dynasty was prosperous and prosperous, the King of the North Court was in high spirits, and the situation of the unity of the world was unstoppable!

All the officers and men automatically made way out, Murong Canghai's eyes did not hide the lingering aura at all, he raised the long sword in his hand, and said——

"Departure, return to Daqin!"

He is majestic and heroic, and that voice seems to have the momentum of destroying the dead and swallowing mountains and rivers. Inadvertently, he can be wiped out in ashes!

"My lord is a thousand years old!"

The voice of support resounded between heaven and earth.

"drive!"

The white steed galloped in the direction of Daqin Shengjing like the wind, and his soldiers followed behind him like lightning.

The dust all over the sky was raised high, bringing with it a sense of desolation.

"You're crazy." Her heart trembled.

"I can be even crazier!" His voice was cold without any warmth. He said that his love can be as hot as fire, and his cruelty can be as cold as ice.

She was getting farther and farther away from the capital, and Xuanyuan Qilin who was chasing after her had long since disappeared.

No, no, she has not avenged her vengeance, and she still has to assist the crown prince to ascend the throne. At this moment, she must not leave the land of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Put me down, I want to go back." She grabbed his arm tightly, her nails digging deep into his flesh.

"Come down?" Murong Canghai looked down at him, the coldness in her eyes gave her the feeling of being cut open by a cold blade, as cold as if she had been frozen by a thousand-year-old glacier.

"Yes, I want to go back, let me down." She repeated her request.