The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

Mousse's eyes burst out a bloodthirsty light. In this war, he can only win, not lose, which is related to his life's happiness. No, this is not a war at all, because the other side is really too weak. They only know how to dodge, but they don't know that their lives have come to an end. Mousse will never let go of a living.

He suddenly soared into the air, and the long sword in his hand stabbed fiercely into the protective circle built by the fire dragon for song Qingqing.

The protective circle broke, and mousse's sword was like a radish, which was cut to song's neck.

The fire dragon's face changed greatly, and the long knife blocked them. Their weapons collided and sent out a dazzling spark.

Song Qing took a step back, his face was not red and he was out of breath, but the sarcastic smile in his mouth made mousse have no bottom in his heart.

She spoke slowly: "general mousse, you are a poor creature. You fall into the trap without knowing it."

Mousse's face changed, and he said in an urgent voice, "what are you talking about? Where's the trap? " As his voice fell, he subconsciously looked around. He didn't know when, on both sides of the road, which was covered by snow, suddenly there were snowpacks. With the rupture of the snowpack, many people with sharp weapons in their hands began to jump out and join the war.

He is worthy of being a general of the tartar wolf soldiers. After a short shock, he has woken up. Now that it is a foregone conclusion, he must do his best to win the battle.

His poisonous eyes fell on Song Qingqing's body, suddenly burst up, like a fierce hungry wolf towards her quickly.

Mousse's speed is very fast, Rao is the fire dragon has been protecting Song Qing, but also did not have time to stop him.

"Hiss!" With the sound of the sword into the body, you can see a blood line flying down mousse's sword, dripping on the snow.

Song leaned back with his arms in his arms and fell to the ground.

"What if you're ambushed? How can I be calculated by you crafty Jinxi people Mousse's fierce eyes twinkled with poison, and forced him to the Song Dynasty.

Fire dragon eye looks at Song Qingqing injured, like a sleeping lion suddenly awakened, he was originally a swordsman, a bronze sword dance like wind, with a strong internal force to attack mousse.

Mousse also only felt the pressure increased, the sword in his hand seemed to encounter resistance, and he could not move forward any more.

The fire dragon sneered and kicked his wrist. With a dull hum, the sword in his hand fell directly to the ground and into the thick snow.

"How are you?" The fire dragon rushed to the front of Song Qing.

"I'm fine!" Song Qing shook his head.

Fire dragon painfully looking at her bleeding arm, quickly took out the wound medicine sprinkled on hemostasis.

Mousse's face sank. He quickly picked up the sword on the ground and continued to attack the fire dragon.

"Fire dragon, be careful!" Song Qingqing screamed.

Between lightning and flint, the fire dragon encircles song Qingqing with one arm and takes her back quickly to avoid his attack.

"You don't have to worry about me now. Go and fight him now," Song said

The fire dragon saw that her wound was no longer bleeding. He nodded and turned to stare at mousse.

Mousse's face was pale at this time, with occasional blood stains on the corners of his lips. His armor had been seriously damaged, and he looked very embarrassed.

Fire dragon sneers: "how? Still thinking about resistance? Don't you see how many of your people are left? "

Mousse trembled and subconsciously turned his head to look around. At this moment, his heart fell to the bottom with a thump. The soldiers he had brought had been killed. Some of them had fallen to the ground and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, while some of them were still struggling, but they were obviously defeated.

"Who are you?" Mousse roared angrily at the fire dragon.

The fire dragon narrowed his eyes, gently touched the blood on the bronze knife with his fingers, and said contemptuously, "we, of course, are the people who want your life!"

"Fart!" Mousse angrily scolded, but he was unwilling to attack again.

While fighting, the fire dragon also yelled at Song Qingqing: "you step back a little, so as not to splash your blood and make your clothes dirty."

This is chiguoguo's scorn. How could mousse bear it? He was angry and his hands were in a mess.

Song Qingqing's eyes stare at mousse. This unexpected scene has completely forced mousse to mess up. His people are standing less and less and falling more and more. Failure is a foregone conclusion.

"Ah With a scream, mousse's body was cut by the fire dragon's Bronze knife, bleeding out.

He no longer dare to fight, and the first time he turns around is to run away.

The fire dragon frowned and looked at Song Qing: "shall we chase or not?"

Song Qingqing's eyes were sharp: "it's good to kill everything, but we're in the first battle. We'll take it as soon as it's good. If not, we'll meet his ambush."

Fire Dragon nodded, at this time, most of the people brought by mousse had been killed, only a few disabled soldiers were left to flee with him.

The beginning of a war is hasty, but the end is silent. With the heavy snow falling, all traces are covered.

In the tent of niutouling army, Song Qing was sitting on his bed. The brazier in the room was blazing. The fire dragon had already opened the curtain and came in. He also carried a bowl of fragrant broth in his hand.

Song tilted his eyebrows and looked at him: "has the corpse on the official road been disposed of?"

The Fire Dragon nodded: "according to your command, someone has been sent to Yilan City. I believe the tartar king will be shocked when he sees these bodies."

Song Qingqing snorted coldly: "since he has repeatedly invaded the land of Jinxi, I want him to taste this kind of bitterness."

The fire dragon gave her a complicated look and didn't say a word. He believed that this was just the beginning of the war. In the next few days, he was afraid that it would cause the crazy revenge of the tartar wolf soldiers.

Song Qingqing frowned and glared at him: "aren't you afraid?"

"How can I be afraid?" said the dragon? Now that I've come here with you, I've put my life in your hands. No matter what I have to face in the future, I will never leave you. "

Song Qing was very moved when she fell in love with her. Now, she was selfish. For her own sake, she let Huolong take risks with her.

The fire dragon seemed to see through what she thought in her heart, and quickly changed the topic: "don't think too much, I'll help you to deal with the wound again, you drink this bowl of broth first."

Song tilted his eyes and said: "fire dragon, I know that if you have a high official position, you will certainly disdain, but I promise that in the future, whenever you can use my song San, I will help you."

Fire dragon heart jumped, frown way: "I help you, not to plot your return, you also look down on me!"