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"How can that girl have such skills?" Jiang Manlou asked questioned.

"She has been robbed."

When her word "silent" came out, An Hongdou was unintentional.

For some reason, I suddenly felt unbearable, and my gentle gaze moved to Luo Changfeng who was pushing the window and looking at the snow. An Hongdou's voice became as light as a mosquito.

She saw that side face.

A little distressed.

Because she felt distressed when she saw him.

Even if it's just a side face...

An Hongdou's voice was very soft and fell into Jiang Manlou's ears, while the latter was still dumbfounded.

Yue and Chongyang were a little surprised to look at each other, and even Li Xingyun, who was sitting in a quiet manner, silently proclaimed the Buddha's name.

Mo Xiangqi and Chen Tianxin hugged each other after the door.

As fellow comrades of the Ten Sons, they knew Xueer's kindness and gentleness better than anyone else.

A person who grew up under the care of all kinds of care, a person who yearned for the bustling and noisy world since childhood, a person who only pretended to be kind and well-behaved, and regarded all bandits all over the world as their people... What kind of determination can make this cold heart?

She used to love wearing purple dresses, and she looked like a butterfly.

She is now used to wearing a red robe, like a red robe stained with blood.

She used to love listening to the rain and enjoying the snow, holding a book in her hand and a smile on her face.

She is now used to ringing bells and drums, holding a sword in her hand, and her face is filled with indifference without joy or worry.

It may not be difficult to change a person, but it is definitely a sad thing.

"There are millions of soldiers in Dayan, but the one who defends the enemy in front of the formation is the most noble princess of the empire." Jiang Manlou smiled sarcastically.

yes!

The great soldiers of Dayan are more than one million!

Yan Nanfei had ten comrades, four kings and princes, Nanfei's guest, strong support from the Imperial League, and thousands of good generals. In the end, the one who defended the enemy in front of the formation was a fledgling princess.

For Qizhoudi, it is a shame to lose two consecutive battles to the hands of a young lady. But for Jiang Manlou, isn’t this a satire? A satire against Yan Nanfei?

Luo Changfeng sighed deeply in his heart.

Then he forced a bitter smile.

He looked at An Hongdou and said, "She couldn't even hold a sword before."

Luo Changfeng is laughing.

But An Hongdou saw it, but she couldn't laugh.

...

Yan Nanfei gently covered the door.

He was about to care about his sister and stood in the room and looked at the red robe figure for a long time, but Xue'er still couldn't turn around. He had to retreat quietly.

The prince who commanded millions of soldiers lowered his head in front of the door and pondered for a long time before turning around silently, pressing the long sword at his waist, walking out of the vast world with a rather solemn and single courtyard facing the increasingly tight wind and snow. .

In the room, the bronze mirror on the dressing table was splattered with blood, and the face in the bronze mirror became blurred.

Xueer, who sat upright in front of the dressing table, never cared about Yan Nanfei, looked at herself in the mirror, very strong and did not shed tears, and she had very few tears.

He took out the handkerchief alone and gently wiped the blood on his lips.

After the disaster, her realm was still unstable, and when she fought against her old servant Han Wenxuan, she had been enduring the pain of the backlash of the realm. Even Yan Nanfei came to visit her just now, she secretly supported her.

She seemed determined to protect Dayan regardless of some.

She was unwilling to show any fragile expression.

I only waited until no one was around and the blood that had been accumulated for a long time was vomited out with peace of mind.

The mirror wipes the floor cleanly.

The people in the mirror became clear again.

Xue'er looked at herself in the mirror, but for some reason she felt unfamiliar.

...

It's getting late.

The sky is not dark.

The camp of the millions of Allied troops in the Qizhou Province is endless in the dark night, like a majestic city.

Countless campfires are burning in the heavy snow. If there are stars in the night sky at this moment, they will lose their color under countless campfires.

In front of the Central Army's tent, Jun Zeyu picked up somewhere and tinkered with the campfire in front of the tent.

The wind and snow blow, and Mars are splashing everywhere.

"Mr. Military Advisor is quite leisurely." Wanyan Wushuang glanced at the splashing sparks, and looked at Jun Zeyu with a smile on her pretty face.

"Come?" Jun Zeyu said coldly.

"You know I'll come." Wanyan Wushuang didn't find it strange.

"I just guessed by luck." Jun Zeyu chuckled.

"Is that so? I wonder if the military advisor can guess. Will our Allied forces be in a victory tomorrow?" A wise light flashed in Wanyan Wushuang's eyes.

Jun Zeyu paused.

The wooden branches that had been lit by the campfire were thrown aside. Jun Zeyu patted the dust in his palm. Regardless of whether the fire was buried by heavy snow, he raised the tent and said, "Go in first."

Wanyan Wushuang entered the tent.

Jun Zeyu followed.

The central army's tent is extremely warm, and it is even a bit stuffy for Wanyan Wushuang, who has a great cultivation level.

She was already used to this environment but felt a little disgusted tonight. She felt disgusted for the first time, whether it was the beasts in several braziers or the person behind her.

Jun Zeyu habitually sat behind the table.

That was where he planned.

Wanyan Wushuang looked at him and said, "The prelude to the Battle of Destruction is about to begin, and the Allies have lost two masters in a row. What solutions can you, a great military advisor who is good at strategizing and winning thousands of miles?"

Jun Zeyu took out the warm liquor from the hot hot water and smiled and said, "It turns out that he is here to hold accountable."

Wanyan Wushuang walked up and sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the table, and took the wine cup from Jun Zeyu: "How dare you hold accountable? It's just that this battle is extraordinary. The Qizhou Domain Family has bet on all

They can’t afford to lose their belongings.”

Jun Zeyu took a sip of the strong wine: "Do you think you will lose?"

Wanyan Wushuang said: "Everyone will lose."

Jun Zeyu looked at the empty cup and smiled without saying a word.

Wanyan Wushuang continued: "The Allied forces are looking at each other with countless eyes. We can't lose morale before the battle. If we fight again tomorrow, we may lose the hearts of millions of soldiers."

Jun Zeyu looked up at Wanyan Wushuang, and said with a deep smile: "Is this a warning from those guys in the Qizhou Realm Family?"

Wanyan Wushuang put down the cup: "Or it is more appropriate to advise."

Wanyan Wushuang stood up and wanted to leave.

She walked to the tent door, and suddenly a firework rushed towards her.

Without any precaution, she had to frighten and retreat.

Her backing foot suddenly hit the blocking object.

She turned around in a hurry and saw curved bones growing out of her feet like cages, trapping herself in it.

She stretched out and touched.

The bones suddenly burst into flames.

Wanyan Wushuang frowned.

She saw Jun Zeyu pouring herself a glass of wine as if nothing had happened.

After drinking it all, Jun Zeyu stood up.

"Don't try to tear and shout, don't try to break. I believe you won't know how powerful this Red Dragon Tooth Prison is."

He didn't even look at Wanyan Wushuang.

Like a stranger, Jun Zeyu walked around the Red Dragon Tooth Prison, which was ranked 36th in the magic weapon list, opened the tent and walked out.

There are two guards in front of the central army's tent.

Two Bodhi Academy were both classmates in the past.

Guanshan and Mu Qianye.

The two of them gathered respectfully behind Jun Zeyu.

Jun Zeyu looked up at the sky and said, "Say."

Guan Shan clasped his fists as a ritual: "Xingchuan has sent troops."

(PS: The original version of this book is in Zongheng. Friends who like it are welcome to support it. Let’s guess the plot...)