The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

The moonlight was soft and the Yellow River flowed endlessly.

The little dragon girl dressed in white was like a moon fairy. Her figure was nimble and nimble, but tears were trickling down from the corners of her eyes.

Li Dao held his sword. His white robe was stained with blood. His face was as cold as a chisel and it was incomparably pale. That was the sign of excessive consumption of true energy.

"Long'er, stop!"

While shouting loudly, Zhang Xuan gushed out a mouthful of zhenqi and continued to chase after the other party.

After chasing for about ten li, Li Dao fell to the ground, unable to muster up any zhenqi.

The moment Li Dao fell, he subconsciously used his hands to prop himself up. Unexpectedly, the stone on the ground was too sharp and cut a long wound on his white palm. His white bones could vaguely be seen.

Li Dao frowned. It wasn't because of the pain, but because he was injured when he fell to the ground. The last time he was injured was two years ago when he was chased down by Zhao Zhijing. He hadn't been injured since his martial arts success.

Little Dragon Girl was still running forward when there was suddenly no sound coming from behind her. She couldn't help but turn around.

He turned around and found Li Dao sitting on the ground. His face was as pale as a sheet of paper under the moonlight.

Unable to hold her anger any longer, Xiao Long turned around and ran back.

Grabbing Li Yao's hand, which was visible to everyone's eyes, Little Dragon Lady's tears kept dripping down as she tore off her clothes to help him bandage his wounds. However, Little Dragon Lady's technique was not proficient. Fresh blood seeped through the snow-white gauze, seeping out.

She pressed down hard on Li Dao's wound, hoping that the eye-piercing blood would stop, but the moment she pressed down, she reacted.

"Does it hurt?"

Her exceptionally cold face had traces of tears on it, and her voice was ice-cold.

Li Dao smiled and shook his head. His face was pale. "It doesn't hurt at all."

What he said was the truth. This kind of injury was nothing to someone like him, who had a tough personality, but Xiao Long Nu didn't think so. After all, the white bones were exposed.

Tears started to roll down his face as he held onto Li Dao's hand.

"Long'er, don't cry, crying isn't beautiful." Li Dao put down his sword and stretched out his left hand to caress the little dragon girl's black hair.

Her watery eyes were filled with hidden bitterness. Her beautiful and sad face turned towards Li Dao as she asked, "Why did you do this?"

Not daring to face Xiao Long's sad and beautiful face, Li Dao felt weak and asked, "Long'er, what are you talking about?"

"Why did you abandon me?" Xiao Long's voice was ice-cold, and her gaze seemed to want to pierce Li Dao's chest.

"I didn't leave you behind. You also know that assassinating the Mongol Emperor is a very dangerous matter. I am just afraid that you will be harmed!"

"Is that why you left me?" Hearing Li Dao's explanation, Little Dragon Lady's voice became a bit softer. It wasn't as cold as before, but her expression was still sad and bitter.

"I didn't leave you behind, I was, I was …" Li Dao did not know how to explain. He should be able to do so.

Don't reason with a woman, don't explain. They would never be able to explain the reason, and they would never listen to the explanation. Especially with women who love you. This was precisely the situation Li Dao was in right now.

Watching Li Dao stutter and stutter, the female general's head was turned to the side, tears rolling down her face without a sound, making Li Daoyi's heart feel as if it was about to break.

A woman is a strange animal, and you never seem to know what she's thinking.

She reached out to hug Xiao Long's shoulders, not caring if the blood would dirty her white gauze. "Long'er, don't be angry, alright? I didn't abandon you. I was really just afraid that you'd run into danger."

Li Dao spoke softly, but Xiao Long did not appreciate his kindness. She turned to face him and said, "I'm not afraid of danger. I'm not afraid at all. I'm afraid that you're gone. I'm afraid that you're gone."

The little dragon girl repeatedly sobbed.

Li Dao didn't know what to do, so he held her shoulders in silence.

After a long while, Xiao Long raised her head and asked with pleading eyes, "No matter what, don't abandon me again, okay?"

Looking into her eyes, Li Dao nodded his head out of nowhere and said 'good'.

Hearing the word good, the little dragon girl broke down crying and laughed. On her beautiful face, the tears began to dry up.