Chapter 19： What makes it special (1/2)

”How do you feel?” You Wuming's eyes fluttered a little, and diverted the topic of beauty.

”Hands are sore.” Sang complained far away and honestly. ”The knife is too heavy for me.”

”Go back and get you a good one.”

You Wuming turned his head slowly and glanced at Han Shaolin.

Han Shaoling only felt that every hair was uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and said: ”Tonight will begin to ”regain tide”. Since ”regain tide”, at least five hours will be required. You and I must work hard to be concentric .”

Sang pressed his lips gently away. At this time, it was almost exactly enough for Sangzhou King to arrive.

However, even if the King of Sangzhou arrived and opened the gate of the Inner Great Wall, the Second Army of Youhan could not withstand the pressure of ”resurgence” and ”Tailing” and return to the Inner Great Wall through the buffer zone of more than ten miles.

Still have to brace the past here.

Everyone realizes how tragic this battle will be.

Han Shaoling's face was slightly distorted: ”Sangzhou will not be destroyed, never give up!”

”Oh,” You Wuming laughed, ”you're destined to go out and say this ruthlessly.”

Han Shaoling put away the shadowy bird of prey, raised the silver halberd in his hand, and smiled at Youyou, ”Come on, you and I play!”

”Okay.” Youyou responded lazily, suddenly like a black bolt of lightning, backhanded out the sword and cut Han Shaoling straight.

”clang--”

The knife and the halberd collided, and the two most outstanding young kings in the cloud realm came to shoulder, smiling ‘hey’ at each other, and then swayed in two different directions respectively, and began to reap the lives of Hades.

Even if Sang is far from 10,000 and cannot look at Han Shaoling, he has to admit that this man is extremely domineering and charming on the battlefield.

I saw the silver gleam flashing, the halberd danced to the extreme sound of ”Qing”, all the demons fell like wheat cutting, and the blood stained the handsome and resolute face.

She wondered, in fact, for such a king, women will always be a pastime in their leisure time. The perfect ending in the book is nothing more than a dream that you have defeated all women, monopolizing Han Shaoling's harem and accompany him on the road to the top.

What does this mean.

Say Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

A woman rubbed carefully to Sang Yuan.

She was pitiful, delicate and weak.

Dream free.

Sang stared at the hostess from afar.

Although she knew that Mengwuyou was not the kind of vicious woman in white lotus skin, but in such a dangerous battlefield, there was such a towed oil bottle hanging around and screaming in silence, it was absolutely dead.

She has no worries and aura of immortality, but she does not. Weak protection is strong? This makes no sense.

So Sang drove the knife in front of him far away, forbidding dreams to approach without worry.

”Don't come.” She threatened lowly, ”Dare to get close again and cut you with a knife.”

Anyway, everyone knew she was a lunatic, and she didn't need to behave normally.

Meng Wuyou took two steps back in shock: ”You... how are you!”

Sang took a pick from the edge of the knife, pushing her farther.

Tears quickly spilled into his dream-free big eyes: ”How can people like Han Shaoling like this... He clearly said that he likes gentle and kind women the most...”

”Who wants him to like it.” Sang waved the knife in his hand, ”Go away.”

Meng Wuyou covered her mouth, shocked infinitely.

”Here, only two of us are girls. Why can't we care for each other? Why do you want to mix with so many men?”

These muscular soldiers gave her tremendous pressure. She was like a little white rabbit who strayed into the wolves and could not wait to hug the other little white rabbit.

As soon as this remark came out, the people who had just fought side by side with Sang suddenly showed disdain.

A strong man gritted his blood-stained teeth and scorned: ”Demon will not care if you have two more **** of meat in front of you, little girl!”

Mengwuyou seemed to be insulted by Tianda. She shook her head in disbelief and kept going back.

Sang couldn't help but laughed.

In such a battlefield, where is there any gender difference! Although the soldier's words are crude, they are rough. It's better to kill a few more demons with that tricky work!

Mu Lingyun repaired the sore muscles, and she quickly took a rest, carrying the knife without her hand, and then returned to the first front again.

Despite her low training, she has practiced dance and martial arts before. Her figure is particularly flexible and she is small. It is most suitable for the soldiers to check for vacancies.

With her assistance, the pressure can be reduced a lot, plus she is a wood-based practitioner, when she is doing her best, there will naturally be some wood spirits around her, these spirits are full of vitality, and they are thirsty on the battlefield. For tired soldiers, the comfort level is no less than a drizzle of rain on the desert traveler's face.

Sang has become the most popular teenager on the front line.

Han Shaoling turned to her more and more frequently.

How could there be... such a charming woman? Xishi is seen in the eyes of the lover, Han Shaoling at the moment, seeing Mulberry is so lovely everywhere.

Meng Wuyou noticed Qing Lang's eyes, and her heart was even more painful. She stopped a Hanzhou soldier and asked for weapons from the other party.

She... she can too!

The soldier reluctantly handed her the long sword in her hand.

”Ah! It's heavy!”

The long sword fell to the ground.

When the soldier saw that she couldn't even get her sword, she didn't have time to grind it with her, and immediately picked up the heavy sword and rushed forward.

Meng Wuyou squatted on the ground, crying with her knees in her arms.

”Ooooooo...I'm so useless! Why am I so useless! Why can't I do such a simple thing...Ooooo...Who will teach me what to do...”

Her crying attracted a demons lying under the black iron defense. It quietly sneaked into her, suddenly pulled out her long tongue and curled her ankle!

”Ahhhhhh!” Dreamless screaming tears.

The barb pierced into the flesh, and the nearby soldier hurried back to cut off the tongue of Wraith for her. Unexpectedly, another Wraith protruded out of the tongue, hooking the soldier's neck.

The barb pierced into the blood vessel and airway, the soldier's eyes bulged, his mouth widened in despair, and blood burst into his mouth.

The magic tongue was severed and the soldier fell.