An army of 10,000 people with war flags fluttering and swordsmen lined up surrounded the top of Gol Peak. The sturdy sergeants all held bows and arrows in their hands, with bow strings fully drawn, pointing with cold expressions at the people on the edge of the cliff, gathering momentum.
Ready to go!
In the dense team, a black-armored general surrounded by soldiers slowly appeared!
The setting sun slanted, and the rays of light hit his black and gold armor, emitting thousands of rays of light. All the soldiers abandoned their horses and entered the mountains. Only he, as proud as an eagle soaring in the sky, rode across the towering mountain peaks, just for the sake of his own hands.
Hunting down rebellious and traitorous playthings.
She can't die! Huo Zhongting can't die even more!
Because, how can a dead person enjoy the killing ‘feast’ he specially prepared for him?
Huo Zhongting's body showed a cold and murderous aura. "Yelü Qingge!" He actually came too.
Mei Liangchen shuddered, but did not turn around to look at that person. Her fear was like a particle hidden deep in the bone marrow. As long as she met him, it would come out of the bones, flow into the blood, and be carried to the limbs.
Hundreds of corpses, no place to escape!
Huo Zhongting seemed to feel something strange about her and stared at her deeply, trying to see some clues from her frightened eyes. He didn't know what kind of deep blow this woman had suffered on the grassland that made her refuse to stay.
In Min Liao. But from her desperate look and trembling hands, it can be easily seen that she is extremely afraid of Yelu Qingge.
Men's protective desire is a primitive instinct born from ancient times.
Facing the delicate but extremely brave girl, he, Huo Zhongting, the general who commanded 700,000 Huo family troops, would naturally not let her be harmed in the slightest.
He comforted in a low voice: "Don't be afraid! I will jump down with you!"
Looking back at him, tears fell down without warning. The gray-white rocks splashed with wet marks. Before Huo Zhongting could understand, his free hand had already covered hers.
He knew that it was inappropriate to do so, and he also knew that distraction before the battle was a taboo in the art of war. But he could not control his emotions. It seemed that as soon as he saw her dark, talkative eyes, all the reason he had adhered to for more than twenty years disappeared.
Towards the end of the sky.
"I will take you away, don't cry!"
She lowered her eyelashes with glistening teardrops and said "Hello" in a low voice.
"Huo Zhongting, if you are a real man, fight me to the death with a real sword and a real gun! Why are you nagging a slave? Can she save your life?" Yelu Qingge's bloodthirsty eagle eyes flashed.
With a breathtaking brilliance, his eyes were always fixed on the woman hiding behind Huo Zhongting. Most of their bodies were covered by a strange-shaped object, but judging from the situation, the two of them were still in the mood to whisper.
My lungs are about to explode.
The more he wanted to get angry, the calmer his expression became. Like the spring river water before the rising tide, the calm surface contained immeasurable lethality! Agula and Muren couldn't help but shuddered, and they looked at him high above.
The man, who was as proud as a god, thought to himself, today is over.