This Lord is Too Cruel

"What are you doing in such a panic?" Nan Yu slowly retracted his gaze from above the tower, lowered his eyes, and shot out his eyes fiercely. At this moment, the face of the soldier who was so scared was pale.

"Something happened in the capital," the soldier replied.

Nan Yu's eyes sank, what happened to the capital? The dark guard will report all the movements to him in a timely manner, and these few days have been in peace.

"The Southern King rebelled." The soldier presented the secret letter in his hand with both hands.

Nan Yu was startled, "Didn't Nan Wang already died ten years ago?"

He raised his hand, received the secret letter, read it roughly, and his eyes were so cold that he was not dead, and he secretly attracted many courtiers in an attempt to usurp the throne?

How does he know this?

He raised his eyes and looked at Ye Meixi’s handsome and enchanting face above the tower. He didn't panic from the beginning to the end. He was still at ease. He suddenly realized that he was in the middle of it?

Nan Yu's aura was a little cold, her eyes shattered with bloodthirsty rays of yin bird, what a Feng Aotian, what a Ye Meixi, really inflicted a serious injury on him, if he does not go back now, even if he wins the battle, Nan Hui has also changed hands. He waved his hand and said, "Withdraw troops!"

His voice was not loud, but with shock, the general on the side was a little startled, looking sideways, looking at Nan Yu, "The emperor..."

"A rebellion occurred in the middle of Beijing." After a few short words, Nan Yu shocked the soldiers again. Now, with the people from Wuyue Kingdom before and after, and Fengqi Kingdom after them, they are already difficult to decide whether they will win or lose. Isn't it worse if it catches fire?

Nan Yu was unwilling. It was obvious that he could step into Wuyue Kingdom with one foot. But now, he lost his wife and broke down. How could the **** King Nan be alive? All those who calculate him, he will surely thwart them!

The anger in my heart couldn't be vented, and I could only gasp for breath, and the call to retreat resounded across the sky. Nan Yu felt that this was a shame and shame, but he could only give up.

The soldiers returning from the South who were fighting to kill the enemy inexplicably heard the order to retreat, stopped their weapons, and looked blankly at the emperor sitting high on the imperial court. What is going on?

Nan Yu no longer speaks much, but took the men and horses, left the border of Wuyue Kingdom with great strength, and rushed back to the south without stopping.

Fu Han did not stop him. When he saw Nan Yu withdraw his troops, he knew that everything was in Feng Aotian's calculations. If he came, it was just a guarantee.

Then he turned around, did not step into Wuyue Country, nor went to see Ye Meixi, but turned and left with Feng Qiguo's men and horses, and rushed to Qicheng.

Ye Meixi didn't care. Now, the crisis in Yuncheng has been solved, and he feels much more relaxed. At the border gate to the south, Mu Hanyao and his good generals will be guarded, and he must be foolproof. He can now return to the palace with peace of mind. Certainly, above the court, it is necessary to preside over the overall situation.

He missed Feng Aotian deeply in his heart, but he still knew what the urgent task was now, even if he saw her again, he wouldn't know when, but as long as he knew that everything was well with her now, that was enough.

He turned around and looked at General Pang, "The crisis in the cloud city has been resolved, and all the Aiqing have worked hard, and I must have a great reward!"

"Long live the Emperor Wu!" The soldiers watched the scene before them, then looked at Ye Meixi, a little more respectful, and quickly knelt on the ground, shouting loudly.

Ye Meixi went down the tower and rushed to the capital without a moment's stay.

Feng Aotian stood on the top of the tower and looked at Xing Wuyun who was standing outside the camp. She could not see the emotion on his face. When she remembered the situation of talent, she knew that Xing Wuyun must have something to hide from her, and, Very important.

Leng Qianye turned his eyes and watched Feng Aotian's eyes always looking far away. His eyes dimmed, and he squeezed her hand. Maybe, her heart was too big to contain everything, but he realized that he was alone. The heart is really small, so small that he can only hold her alone. He suddenly felt that he was very hypocritical. In this world where men are inferior to women, it is natural for a man to have three wives and four concubines, and it is inevitable for a woman to die from the same thing, but, In Feng Aotian’s eyes, they are men, but they can only belong to her alone, and they are so willing, he can’t help feeling that there may be someone in this world, no matter what identity she has, no matter what she is. It is a man or a woman, but it can always affect his heart and make him happy.

Feng Aotian looked sideways, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth. She was dressed in a silver-gray brocade robe, and her clouded hair was tied with a ribbon of cloud brocade, without too much decoration. There was a faint light all over her body. Soft light, but without losing the luxurious air, especially the pair of phoenix eyes, cold, but clear, let him look at it, and he will be deep in it, unable to extricate himself.

He was thinking, why would he still be moved when he knew she was a man?

Feng Aotian looked at him thoughtfully, her eyes filled with confusion, she smiled, "What are you thinking?"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes, knowing that all things could not escape her sharp eyes, and he continued, "The minister is just wondering why he would fall in love with the emperor."

Feng Aotian let out a low laugh, leaning forward slightly, biting in his ear, "Do you understand?"

Leng Qianye raised his eyes and saw that the eyes of all the soldiers are now downstairs, his face turned red unexpectedly, and his face is bland and breezy, but he still has such a shy appearance. Ao Tian found out that he was a baby, and quickly took another bite in his earlobe, and then said, "Are you shy?"

Leng Qianye quickly turned her head and looked into the distance, when she was so heavy now, she turned out to be...so serious.

Feng Aotian clasped his waist in a very good mood, "I haven't returned to the Lord yet."

Leng Qianye was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and looked at her, "I fell in love with my heart, no reason."

Feng Aotian circled his waist, holding his hand tightly, "I like it."

The smile at the corner of Leng Qianye’s mouth wafted slightly. At the border of this late autumn, the cold wind rustled, and the **** moment, his smile reflected the warm spring sun. At first glance, it looked so unreal, just like turning It will disappear in an instant.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes, always looking at the opposite tower, the smile on the corner of his mouth is still so free and unrestrained, now he is as if he is suffering in the stove, his heart has long been festering.

He turned around lightly, entered the camp, and a dark shadow fell.

Xing Wuyun raised his eyes and glanced at the black shadow in front of him, "Don't worry, I will do what you said."

The black shadow stared at Xing Wuyun, "It's good if you do, otherwise, you know the consequences."

Xing Wuyun then picked up the hip flask, poured a glass of wine, raised his eyes, and looked at the dark shadow in front of him, "Do you have any heart?"

The black shadow looked sideways, looking at him, "What to do with you."

Xing Wuyun raised his head and drank a glass of wine, "When I sold my life to you, I thought I had no heart."

The black shadow just glanced at him faintly, no longer listening to him, but flew away.

Xing Wuyun didn't care, but just kept drinking.

Standing on the top of the tower, Feng Aotian saw Xing Wuyun entering the camp from a distance, and then saw a dark shadow flash out, and her eyes sank, "Wait for the Lord."

After that, he flew away.

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian who had left suddenly. He followed her and disappeared in an instant. His indifferent eyes flashed with a faint light. Looking at the bottom of the tower, the battle is still not happening now. clear.

Feng Aotian followed the black shadow and then fell on a clearing. The figure stood with his back facing her and holding his hands.

Feng Aotian stepped forward, a cold light shattered from the light in his eyes, just as he was about to speak, the black shadow flew away and disappeared.

She watched his leaving figure, quickly flew out, and then landed in Xing Wuyun’s camp, and saw that he was buying drunk again. She strode forward, snatched the flask from him, raised her hand, and grabbed it. His shirt, "What is your relationship with Dugu Xingye?"

Xing Wuyun was watched by her, but he smiled openly, "My Royal Highness does not know him."

Feng Aotian let go of him, and then sat beside him, "You have something to hide from the Lord?"

Xing Wuyun looked sideways, stopped looking at her, closed his eyes, "Emperor Feng Qi should not come again. In the future, no matter what your Highness does, don't interfere."

Feng Aotian turned his body around and looked at him, "Don't forget, you are Lord's person."

Xing Wuyun laughed again, "His Royal Highness is the fourth prince of Le Qiguo, how can he become Emperor Fengqi?"

Feng Aotian pulled him closer, raised his hand, and embraced him in his arms, stroking his back, "Whether you admit it or not, you are the Lord's person."

There was an incontrovertible coldness in that voice. Xing Wuyun leaned against her arms, with a touch of bitterness rippling at the corners of his mouth. He had been evading and banishing himself, but no matter where he went, he could not escape her, but, Now, everything is too late, if she comes to him one day sooner, maybe everything will change, but now, he has no choice.

He recognized his own heart, but he was unable to redeem it, unable to bear it. After all, he could not escape, whether it was his own heart or the cage that had trapped him since childhood.

Xing Wuyun did not resist or refute her words, just let her hold him, he was greedily sucking in her nostalgia, but his heart was so painful that he couldn't restrain it. Didn't he like women? Why do you feel heartache because of Feng Aotian?

Feng Aotian let go of him, but saw that he was always smiling, she frowned, raised her eyes, and stared at him, "Why know so reluctant?"

Xing Wuyun stood up abruptly and laughed loudly, "Emperor Feng Qi broke into the camp of his Highness over and over again. He really doesn't put his Highness in his eyes."

Feng Aotian got up, strode in front of him, staring at him, "Xing Wuyun, you say it again?"

Xing Wuyun lowered his eyes and looked at her in front of him. He was obviously close at hand, but he felt that the distance was far away and could be touched. Why, he felt that he could never touch it?

Isn't his best at hiding emotions? Isn't he best at laughing casually? He has no heart, no emotion, only a piece of loneliness and darkness.

He said word by word, "Emperor Feng Qi, don’t forget, now the two armies are facing each other, and whoever wins is still unknown. My Royal Highness and Emperor Feng Qi have only met a few times. Put it under your eyes."

Feng Aotian stepped forward, lowered his neck, and stared at him, his eyes pierced coldly, "Master doesn't look at it anymore."

As he said, he bit his lips. The redness and swelling at the corner of his mouth had not disappeared at noon. Now, she was biting again, but he didn't feel a trace of pain, some just infinite sadness.

He pushed Feng Aotian abruptly, raised his fingers, and moved his fingertips across the corners of his lips. Blood stained his fingers. His smile became even more wicked, "Really softer than the delicate lips of a woman."

Feng Aotian's eyes were cold and stern. With a wave of Yun's sleeve, the strong palm wind slammed at him, but Xing Wuyun didn't evade half a bit. He slapped her abruptly. He stood in place, curling his lips and smiling.

"Huh." Feng Aotian waved his sleeves before turning around and stepping out of the camp.

Xing Wuyun braced himself, and when he saw her leaving, his smile froze at the corner of his mouth, clutching his chest, and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was supporting the table on one side with one hand, and there was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He smiled wildly.

Kneeling on the ground slowly, for the past two days, he has only been drinking alcohol and has not used any food. Now, with stomach cramps and broken heart, all emotions flowed uncontrollably, and he laughed loudly. He was lying curled up on the cold ground, shaking unceasingly.

A cold wind blew, Feng Aotian went back, half squatted on the ground, looking at his appearance, and sighed helplessly, "Do you think that a little bit of intense magic can get your grandfather away?"

Xing Wuyun reduced his smile, and now he is so painful that he has no strength.

Feng Aotian raised his hand and pulled him up from the ground, ignoring the dirt on his body, helping him to walk to the side of the bed, pulling off his robe, and placing him on the bed, while he was still But closed his eyes and didn't look at her.

Feng Aotian suddenly remembered that in Lianghuai, he was kicked into a pond by Feng Aotian. He slapped the water and laughed without fear. What was he thinking at that time?

Xing Wuyun felt that he was really embarrassed now. He thought he would push her away with stimulating words, then he would not feel uncomfortable anymore, but now, he has no face to see her again.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, untied his brocade robe that was stained with alcohol, and covered his body with brocade. She raised her hand, covering his anxious stomach with her palm, and gently rubbed it.

Xing Wuyun felt the tenderness of the palm, and his heartache was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and dragged her into his arms, turned over, lowered his head, printed on her lips, and exhausted all his energy. Biting.

Feng Aotian opened her eyes wide, stared at him, and looked at the peach blossom eyes that carried a thousand years of silence. She raised her hand, turned gently, and left his lips, looking at him, "Comparable How soft is a woman?"

Xing Wuyun then closed his eyes without speaking.

Feng Aotian never left his stomach with his hand, and continued to rub it gently, "Isn't it responsible for taking advantage of the Lord?"

Xing Wuyun continued to remain silent. He tilted his head, unwilling to speak.

Seeing that his pain was better, Feng Aotian looked at the black green on her chest. She only used 50% of the palm of her hand, but she still hurt him, but she knew that it was a lesson for him.

Xing Wuyun's heart seemed to have fallen into the abyss at this moment. He didn't want to see her, let alone let her see the slightest exposed emotions of him. Isn't he always hiding well? But why is there nothing to hide in front of her?

Feng Aotian closed his hand, closed his brocade robe again, covered the brocade, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, and handed it to his lips, "Take it."

Xing Wuyun pressed his lips slightly, the lips were still red and swollen, even more unbearable than just talents, with blood on the corners of his mouth, but still beautiful.

Feng Aotian's eyes sank, "Take it yourself, or let the master feed you?"

Xing Wuyun opened his mouth, holding the pill, and by the way, he bit Feng Aotian's finger in, and the warm tip of his tongue touched her fingertip. He swallowed the pill quickly and turned his head.

Feng Aotian thought, when has he been so self-willed? Could it be that his true temperament is like this?

Xing Wuyun wondered what happened to him? He was really crazy, he quickly opened his eyes and looked at her, "His Royal Highness is okay, Emperor Feng Qi can go back."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "I'm becoming more ungrateful now."

"What does Feng Qihuang want? Do you want my Highness to agree?" Xing Wuyun pulled away a romantic smile, "However, my Highness has always been the one taking the initiative."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth closed, "It's really sharp."

Xing Wuyun snorted coldly. If you want to pretend, you will always pretend to be thorough. At the very least, in her heart, he is still the talking and laughing, unruly Xing Wuyun, not the dark hearted person.

Feng Aotian watched him regain his former chic and brisk appearance, thinking, he really can retract and replay, and use it freely.

Then got up, did not speak, turned and left.

Xing Wuyun turned his eyes to the side, looked at her leaving figure, smiled self-deprecatingly, then raised his hand, put his palm on his stomach, and felt the remaining temperature there.

Feng Aotian walked out of the camp and went straight to Le Qiguo's back kitchen. He saw the men resting. When they saw her, someone quickly recognized her and stared at her hostilely.

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Feng Aotian's mouth, but the pair of phoenix eyes filled with frightening air, which made the man in front of him look down with fright. The hostile gaze of Xi Cai is fleeting now, and then stands in fear. In place.

"Is there an imperial chef who prepares meals for the four princes?" Feng Aotian's voice was deep, but it was cold and bitter.

"It's a minion." At the gesture of everyone, an imperial chef walked out not far away.

Feng Aotian went on to say, "What are you doing in a daze, cook some light and appetizing porridge, and prepare some side dishes."

"This..." The imperial chef thought that the person in front of him was the emperor of Fengqi Kingdom. Now, why would he be here and let him prepare meals? This is too unreasonable.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, his voice even lower, "Huh?"

The royal cook hurriedly stepped forward, then knelt on the ground, "The slave will do it."

Feng Aotian stood on one side with his arms around his chest, the Yu Chu quickly signaled the helper behind him to come over, and then began to get busy. After a while, he prepared it and put it in one place. Feng Aotian raised his hand and picked up the tray. Went out.

Everyone watched her leave, wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, and slumped to the ground. They couldn't help but wonder, why did Emperor Feng Qi come here? Moreover, also named the four princes' royal chef?

Everyone stood there incomprehensibly and began to whisper, but no one had the courage to go and see in secret. Now, they are still fighting, so they dare not make random times.

Xing Wuyun was lying on the bed, thoughtful, thinking about the past. He still remembered that he had been laughing at Wei Zimo, but now he feels that he is the most ridiculous person.

Suddenly heard the noise, and then turned his eyes, he saw Feng Aotian walking in with the tray, his eyes flashed in puzzlement, and he smiled and said, "Emperor Feng Qi has not left yet?"

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Feng Aotian didn't care what he said, but put the tray on one side, stepped forward, and pulled him up from the bed, "Let's eat."

Xing Wuyun looked at the meal on the table, he smiled, "Emperor Feng Qi really knows how to pity and cherish jade better than his Highness."

Feng Aotian always ignored him, letting him talk, and then, sitting down with him, she picked up the porridge, scooped a spoon, blew it gently by her mouth, and then handed it to him.

Xing Wuyun always looked at her unsuccessfully, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, without the slightest politeness, he opened his mouth and ate, and nodded quickly, "It tastes good."

Feng Aotian picked up the side dish and handed it to him, Xing Wuyun put on a look of unwilling people, and ate with peace of mind.

The camp was very quiet, and Xing Wuyun occasionally heard a few gratified sighs, and it appeared in his mind that she had fed Meixi and Mu Hanjin the same way when she was still in the regent's palace.

It’s just that at that time, I felt that the two men were feeding each other like this, really incomprehensible, and really nauseous, but now, they feel very comfortable. He can’t help but startled, but he didn’t do anything, just , Let her be.

Feng Aotian looked at him and felt that something was wrong with him, but she also knew that a person who was good at hiding emotions all the time could be so abnormal in front of her, which only means that his heart is now suffering from great pain. However, he could not say.

Xing Wuyun felt that his stomach was warm at the moment, and his cold heart was warming up. He watched Feng Aotian not speaking, but got up and walked out.

Xing Wuyun was flustered for a moment, and quickly raised his hand, grabbed her by the hand, and looked at her with a smile, "Emperor Feng Qi will come as he wants, and leave if he wants to leave. It would be too sad for my Highness."

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "I remember the four princes, but he wanted to let him go."

Xing Wuyun then got up, suddenly took her into his arms, held her cautiously, and put his chin on her shoulders. He should thank her for her sharpness, her wisdom, and thanks to her even though he could see through his mind now. Choosing to ignore it, she gave herself the last dignity.

Feng Aotian didn't raise his hand, wrapped his waist, but let her hold it. After an unknown period of time, Xing Wuyun let go of her, and gently dropped a kiss on the corner of her lips, without anything. Impurity, it was just such a quick kiss, and he turned around, "This is the reward for my Highness to feed my Highness when he reported to Emperor Feng Qi."

Feng Aotian never spoke, looking at the back of him turning around, then turned around and left without a moment of nostalgia.

Xing Wuyun raised his head, but he didn't know he was already in tears. He let the tears run across his cheeks, dripped down his chest along the slender neck, and burned his heart. He just stood motionless.

Under the tower, the war was still going on. Feng Aotian flew to Leng Qianye's side. He looked sideways and saw her sullen face and slightly swollen mouth. He whispered, "The emperor, Xing Wuyun is okay?"

Feng Aotian whispered, "I can't die."

Listening to Feng Aotian's tone, Leng Qianye knew that she must have encountered an upset in Xing Wuyun's place, and did not comfort him, but was quietly by her side.

At this time, the soul's voice fell, "Master, Nan has returned to the country and retired."

"Well, where is Fu Han?" Feng Aotian asked in a deep voice.

"Seeing that Nan returned to the country and retreated, Fu Han rushed to Qicheng with his troops." The soul replied in a low voice.

"Well, Ye Meixi has returned to Beijing?" Feng Aotian turned his gaze into the distance, his tone of displeasure.

The soul replied, "Yes. After Nan returned to the country and retreated, Concubine Ye went back to Beijing."

"Is there something abnormal in the capital?" Feng Aotian asked immediately.

"Everything is fine in the capital, but Father Cat..." Soul lifted his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, thinking about whether to return this at this time?

Feng Aotian looked sideways and looked at him, "What's wrong with Father Cat?"

"The cat said he was sick." The soul still gritted his teeth and replied.

Feng Aotian raised his eyebrows, "Sick? Is it all right?"

"The cat said that he has committed... committed... lovesickness." The soul's voice became smaller and smaller in the end.

Feng Aotian swept away the haze of Shicai when he was caught by the father-in-law, and the corner of his mouth ticked, "Let him find the father-in-law for a cure."

"My father-in-law said that only the master can heal his illness." The soul glanced at Feng Aotian, and saw that she was not angry, so he dared to reply.

Feng Aotian twitched the corners of his mouth again, "Wait then, wait for the master to return."

The soul quickly responded, "Yes, the subordinates must truthfully return to the cat."

Leng Qianye looked at Feng Aotian, her eyes were a little bit more pampered, he held her hand, thinking, maybe, by her side, there must be someone who is as caring as the cat. Correct.

At the border gate to the south of Wuyueguo, Mu Hanyao stood on the top of the tower all night, while Le Qiguo didn't move.

Meteor stopped breakfast and ran over, and saw the little white snake leaning securely in Mu Hanyao's arms, blinking inconceivably.

Then with a light leap, he sat on the wall, raised his head and looked at Mu Hanyao, "Why don't you call me when you come out?"

Mu Hanyao raised his hand and stroked Meteor's head lightly, "Seeing you sleep deeply."

Meteor nodded and said with a smile, "That also wakes me up."

Mu Hanyao was not good at words, looked at him, and then replied, "Next time."

Meteor stretched out his hand and drew the little white snake from Mu Hanyao's arms, "I said you, don't call me."

Little White Snake looked up, but just glanced at him. It was still angry now.

Meteor didn't expect that Little White Snake was still so stingy, so he quickly raised his hand and slapped Little White Snake on the head, "You are careful fellow."

"I've always been careful." Little White Snake replied without hesitation.

Meteor felt that he had said something stupid again, then raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao, "Go to wash?"

Mu Hanyao looked at the sky now, and then saw General Li walking over with people. When he saw Mu Hanyao, he quickly smiled and said, "General Mu, Shi Cai, I heard a good news, and returned to China to retreat. ."

"Yeah." Mu Hanyao didn't have too many surprises. After all, the emperor was able to be sure now, but he had already calculated it. No matter what happened, the result was the same.

General Li looked at Mu Hanyao with a cold expression, without any joy, he quickly smiled, "Is General Mu not happy at all?"

Mu Hanyao looked at him, still faintly replied, "Naturally happy."

Meteor looked at General Li and said with a smile, "South has returned to the country and retired. After waiting here, Le Qiguo retires, I can go to the Holy Lord."

Mu Hanyao lowered his eyes and looked at the shooting star. When Feng Aotian was mentioned, there was a rare smile on his cold face, "Yeah."

General Li seems to be accustomed to Mu Hanyao's cold temperament. After all, he is not from the same country, and being able to get along like this is also considered fate.

He is not a caregiver either, and then said, "General Mu, leave this to me."

Mu Hanyao looked at General Li, arched his hands and said, "You have work."

General Li nodded slightly, "General Mu, please!"

At this time, Luo Yun had just been unlocked, and these three days really lived like years. He didn't expect that he saw the Emperor of Fengqi Kingdom with his own eyes. Her martial arts were really amazing. Fortunately, she received the news. Leaving, otherwise, if you can't send troops, you can be easily shackled by her.

"General, it's not good." A lieutenant hurried in.

Luo Yun raised his eyes and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"South returned to the country to retreat." The deputy replied quickly, apparently a bit shocked by the news. After all, if South returned to the country to retreat, their resistance here would not help.

Luo Yun's eyes sank, "How can it be possible for Nan to retreat easily?"

"The humble post just got the news. I heard that there was a rebellion in Nanhui. Now it is approaching the capital. Therefore, the emperor of Nanhui hurried to the capital with his troops." The lieutenant responded quickly.

Luo Yun was stunned again, thinking how could there be a rebellion in Nan Hui Guo at this time? It seems that there must be a conspiracy they didn't expect.

"Why?" Luo Yun has been tapped on the acupuncture points for the past three days. Now that he has just unlocked it, he is even more motivated to show Mu Hanyao a good look, a shame.

"General, what should I do now?" the deputy general asked quickly.

Luo Yun went on to say, "It is their business to return to the South to withdraw troops. Now, the general received the order to break Wuyue State. Now, he has not received the order to retreat and can only continue to send troops."

"When will the troops be dispatched?" another lieutenant asked again.

"The order continues, after Ban Zhuxiang, send troops." Luo Yun got up from the chair and said in a deep voice.

"Yes." The deputy general led the order, and then left the camp and went to prepare.

Luo Yun then turned around, changed his armor, and walked out, just to face Mu Hanyao who was standing on the tower. He didn't believe it, he couldn't beat a trivial third-class general.

Mu Hanyao wanted to go back to wash, but when he saw that Le Qiguo was moving, he looked sideways and looked at General Li, "I'm afraid it will be too late."

General Li listened to Mu Hanyao's words, and immediately turned his gaze not far away. Only then did he realize that rectification had already begun over there, and his eyes sank, "Luo Yun is aggressive this time."

"Then fight a good fight." Mu Hanyao whispered.

General Li agreed and nodded, "Yes, have a good fight."

Meteor looked at Luo Yun in the distance, then at Mu Hanyao, let's hit it, anyway, it will be hit sooner or later.

Little White Snake was eager to end soon, but now, leaning on the snake's head, looking at the distance, and then at the meteor, she couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Luo Yun rushed to the border with the people and horses. Now, when it comes to a decisive battle, success or failure lies in one move. He raised his eyes and looked at Mu Hanyao. Then he looked at the meteor sitting on the wall with his legs shaking. With the little white snake in his arms, his eyes were cold.

Mu Hanyao still stood upright on the tower, facing Luo Yun's eyes, Luo Yun then waved the banner in his hand and began to set the formation.

Mu Hanyao looked at Luo Yun and thought, if so, Leng Qianye would be fine here, he is good at arranging troops, but now, it's just thinking about it, and he has to send an arrow on the string, how can he shrink? .

Meteor looked at the formation below, and then at Mu Hanyao. He didn't know how to line up troops. He lowered his head and looked at the little white snake, "Do you understand?"

Little White Snake said lazily, "I don't understand it."

The meteor raised his hand and patted its snake head, "If you don't tell me, wouldn't it be impossible to see the Holy Lord sooner?"

Little White Snake still leaned listlessly, "Mu Hanyao won't let me help, this is his duel with Luo Yun."

Meteor listened to Xiao Bai Snake's words, but also felt reasonable, raised his eyes, looked at Mu Hanyao, hey, he really didn't understand this kind of thing.

Mu Hanyao looked at the formation in front of him, and the book Feng Aotian gave Leng Qianye last time appeared in his mind. After Leng Qianye read it, he turned it over and looked at it. That's it.

Meteor and Little White Snake are not worried about Mu Hanyao. Even if Luo Yun is good at using soldiers, Mu Hanyao also has his own iron-blooded wrist. He will naturally deal with it. If, like last time, let them intervene again, although it can be extremely fast To solve the problem in a timely manner, there is no victory.

Mu Hanyao looked sideways, looked at Li Su, then whispered something, Li Su nodded, and then went down the tower.

Mu Hanyao then looked at General Li on the side. Now, it is necessary for the soldiers of Wu Yue Kingdom and Feng Qi Kingdom to work together, and then whispered, "General Li, take a look at his formation. I thought it would be OK. The way to crack it is to bother General Li."

When General Li heard that he had a way, his eyes immediately brightened, and then he nodded and said, "General Mu is polite. Now, with General Mu's help, I naturally cannot ask for it."

Mu Hanyao nodded slightly, and then the two began to whisper. At this time, Luo Yun's formation had been set up, and he heard the city gate open, and Li Su had already attacked with the troops.

kill! "The cry of killing is deafening. Now, these are the most tense moments.

Feng Qiguo’s border, Feng Aotian watched the battle for a whole day, and it was still difficult to tell the victory or defeat. Feng Aotian looked at Leng Qianye, "Hurry up and decide."

"Yes." Leng Qianye nodded, thinking, now is the time. He looked at the lieutenant to his side, and then the horn sounded. Then, he saw a soldier standing on a high place, recovering from his hand. Two flags.

Feng Qiguo's soldiers fighting the enemy bravely in front heard the horn and quickly retreated. Then they saw another group of soldiers rushing out of the city gate, holding a shield in their hands, and uniformly covering the retreating soldiers. After all entered the tower, he heard another order, and the soldier's flag began to shake again. The soldier holding the shield and flag in front of him was quickly reduced to pieces, and they rushed forward in unison.

Immediately after raising his eyes, he saw that the tower was full of archers. Then, under the order, they all shot arrows, and countless rain of arrows shot down. The soldiers below quickly put their shields on their heads, bent over, and took one step. One step forward, Le Qiguo's soldiers were shot alive before they returned, while Feng Qiguo's soldiers rushed forward in front of the arrow rain, beheading the backing Le Qi. Soldiers of the country.

Luo Chi was shocked, looking at the formation in front of him, he wanted to crack, but could not start, and then watched Feng Qiguo's soldiers gradually approaching, the arrow rain shot down methodically, without stopping for a moment, and suddenly more appeared behind him. After Feng Qiguo's men and horses fought them back and forth, they couldn't retreat. Seeing that Le Qiguo's soldiers could only be slaughtered helplessly.

Luo Chi looked at the fallen soldiers in front of him, raised his eyes, and looked at Feng Aotian and Leng Qianye above the tower and the tower, only to feel that he was really blundering.

"General, how about going down first?" the lieutenant on one side couldn't help asking.

"Kill out." Luo Chi felt that there was no other way but to stand out from behind.

"Yes." The lieutenant responded quickly, and then ordered people to stop him in front, and the rest retreated backward.

For a time, it was still difficult to decide whether the talents would win or lose. Nowadays, changes have taken place against the sky. Le Qiguo is now like a turtle in the urn, waiting for the soldiers of Fengqiguo to eat them all.

Suddenly, a goose-yellow figure fell, and he raised his hands to collect the arrow rain in front of him. The arrow turned to one side and landed on the ground.

Feng Aotian watched Xing Wuyun stand alone on a horse. He was still wearing the goose-yellow brocade robe, with a jade crown on his head, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and unruly. With a light wave of his folding fan, he smiled at Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian raised his hand, "Close!"

The archer got up and stood on one side, and at an order, all the soldiers of Feng Qiguo stopped, just standing in place. At this moment, the huge border, silent, and a breeze blew over Xing Wuyun’s beautiful face. , That pair of peach blossom eyes slightly curved, it is more amorous.

Everyone turned their gazes on him, he just smiled faintly, and didn't glance at Luo Chi on one side, "Like General, Le Qiguo is defeated."

"His Royal Highness!" Although Luo Chi knew that this was the truth, he felt uncomfortable when he said it from his mouth.

Xing Wuyun put away the folding fan, "Victory and defeat are commonplace in the military, the emperor has a life, if he is defeated, my Highness does not need to go back."

Luo Chi was shocked, and quickly looked at Xing Wuyun, and saw him suddenly flying up, his clothes fluttering, his smile was as old, when everyone was shocked, a bright light came from his sleeve, when everyone was shocked, he always looked Holding Feng Aotian, he inserted the dagger in his hand into his chest. In an instant, the blood dyed his yellow brocade robe...

"His Royal Highness!" Luo Chi immediately fell off and shouted.

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