Chapter 23: The little girl is broken (1/2)

”Later, would it be nice for you to come again?”

As soon as the words came out, Sang only listened to the sound of ”Boom”, the blood rushed to the forehead, and the whole head jumped suddenly and hurt.

It seems that there is only one way to prevent You Wuming from going crazy.

She knew how powerful You Wuming was.

The beast that was injured and pushed to the limit was the most terrifying thing to fight back.

If it is fought, it must be a fierce battle without losing the defense of the Great Wall.

Although Sang Yuan was very clear in her heart, she said this just to stabilize the lifeless, but after the words came out, her heartbeat became more intense.

Tension, anxiety intertwined in the heart, and the heart fell painfully.

She wanted to hear him say the word ”good”, lazily and casually.

Opposite the jade jade, there was a thundering roar of heavy hoofs and a roaring wind, but Sang far felt a silence.

She listened intently, her hands clasped together, not to tremble.

Until the jade jade broke, she did not hear the man's voice.

Will he not hear it? She thought, startled, and jumped down the car curtain.

It happened that the first row of iron riders appeared on the hill behind him.

Under the moonlight, the dark iron armor shone coldly.

Except for the one who is present.

Although the distance is far, it can be seen that the prince on the opposite side is only wearing a large white robe, his hair is not dry, and it is floating in the wind casually.

He was holding a knife with one hand, arrogant gesture.

This man is so special that even if he can't see his face clearly, he can never admit his mistake.

Tieqi pressed heavily on the top of the mountain, and the terrible oppression caused the hair to stand upright, and the breath felt cold.

With the dive, the short-lived running speed will definitely be faster...

Sang far seems to have seen that the **** knife with blue light will cut into countless flesh and blood and cut the bones of the Sang people.

Ling Gu anxiously embraced Sang Yuan: ”Daughter Wang, you have to retreat one by one, this place is too dangerous!”

Sang Chengyin and Sang Shizi are already frowning and fighting, and they are on the verge of fighting.

At this moment, the leading cloud beast on the hill suddenly raised its front hooves, and turned a half circle on the spot, and took the man down.

The white figure was holding the reins with one hand and condensed into a brief silhouette under the moonlight.

Although far away, Sang Yuan knew that he had never looked back.

He has bathed. If Linggu did not rescue her, he should be fighting with him on the bed at the moment.

She exhaled gently, shook her head, and expelled the hot pictures from her mind.

”Huh?” Sang Shizi wrinkled his pair of eyebrows almost identical to Sang Yuan's, and said in amazement, ”You madman has never beaten back in his life. What did the little girl say to him, could shock him?” people?!”

Sang far blushed and said calmly: ”Analyze the pros and cons.”

She couldn't mention that matter.

Will he want to marry her? Only then he should have heard it, but he did not agree.

This is the border between Sang and Youzhou.

Since this battle cannot be fought, there is no need to stay longer.

The Sangzhou King and his party did not travel south to Sangdu, but went all the way to the east. Because the emperor had sent a messenger to lead, the king of Sangzhou went to heaven to ask for sin.

To rush to Tiandu from Sangzhou, you need to cross Jiangzhou, which borders on the east. Arriving at the junction of the two states, Sangzhou Wangling's army returned, he brought a pair of children, and a hundred personal guards, and entered the Jiangzhou boundary with the messenger.

Sang Chengming escaped, and on the site of Hanzhou, Sang's could not search with great fanfare, and he could only ask Han Shaoling to handle this matter.

Both Sangzhou King and Sang Shizi had great hearts, and they did not take this matter seriously. They scolded Sang Chengming and Han Shaoling a few times.

Sang listened to the words from far away, and felt that the father and son would rather hope that Sang Chengming could escape from Han Shaoling's hands, and would fall back to the hands of Sangzhou King in his own disposal.

The father and son did not hurry to get close to Sang, but instead carefully approached her from time to time to brush her face.

Sang Yuan also gradually calmed down his mind.

Just let it happen.

Facing these overflowing eyes of family, how could she have the patience to let them know that although her loved ones were close, they were separated by nature.

Two days later, King Sangzhou and his party entered Jiangdu.

Sang Shizi's face was a little ugly. He said that his leg hurts and he couldn't ride the cloud beast. Then he slid into Sang Yuan's car.

When I got in the car, I didn't talk much.

Sang saw him embarrassed when he sat on the side, he gathered up and asked softly, ”Brother, what's wrong?”

Sang Shizi said: ”You are separated from Han Shaoling this time, then Jiang Jin really has to put his face on him again. My brother is worried that you have a thin skin, so it's not good to scold him! Bah, that stuff, is he worthy of saying half a word with you!”

Jiang Jinzhen.

The King of Jiangzhou.

An upright guy, particularly lascivious, never stops wherever he goes. In the book, he fell in love with dreams at first sight, making her want to cry without tears.

Can also be regarded as an emotional catalyst between Han Shaoling and Dream Worry.

Sang knew very well that Sang Shizi was here to make her the **** of peach blossoms.

She smiled: ”Brother is not too bad. Jiang is an emperor and mother after all, and he has to save a little face.”

Today's King Jiangzhou is the brother of Jiang Yanji, the emperor of heaven. Jiang Shizhen, Jiang Jinzhen, is also the nephew of the emperor, and Jiang Jinyuan is a cousin. It's just that Jiang Jinyuan is the heirloom, Jiang Jin is really a branch.

Sang Shizi didn't take it seriously: ”Reassure. If he is not upset, I will let him go.”

Very perfunctory.

Sang could only shake his head bitterly.

Jiang Jin really dared not be too rude to her. After all, she is a sang maiden, and she is not a kind of folk little white flower that has no backers like Mengwuyou.