That's why the young lady was so calm. Xiao Cui immediately knelt down and pinched Yue Yao's legs seriously. Yue Yao looked at Xiao Cui's fair neck, "Xiao Cui, I'm sorry. I can only do this," Yue Yao said silently in her heart.
He used the grappling technique from his previous life to strike down with one palm, only to see Xiao Cui fainting on the ground.
The speed of military reports from the front is getting faster and faster every time, and Feng Muran's brows are getting tighter and tighter. He still hasn't figured out a way. If this continues, he can only fight head-on. Once the war starts, there is really no guarantee that he will win, and once he loses
, the entire Fengling Continent will turn into a hell on earth.
"Third Prince! Third Prince!! The Demon King suddenly stopped ten miles away from the army, and sent someone to send a message, saying that he was ready to cease the war!" The soldier breathed heavily and reported the latest military information to Fengling Fourth Master.
"What did you say? He wants a truce? What on earth is this old fox going to do?" Di Xiutian muttered in confusion, Feng Muran's brows were already furrowed.
The four young masters Fengling all had puzzled expressions on their faces, and the expressions of the four of them became more and more solemn.
Yue Yao's stubborn expression as she held on to the bookshelf suddenly popped into Feng Muran's mind, and he suddenly wanted to hug her who was so stubborn and heart-wrenching.
"Eunuch Li, go see what Miss Nangong is doing and report back to me immediately." Feng Muran ordered anxiously.
As soon as Eunuch Li, who was in his sixties, heard the order, he left Feng Muran's tent very quickly. No one wanted to leave Feng Muran's tent as quickly as possible. It was so depressing and contained four giant gunpowder barrels.
After a while, Eunuch Li arrived at Yueyao's room, "Miss Nangong, Miss Nangong, are you in there?"
It was so quiet inside that not even a sound could be heard. Eunuch Li's heart tightened, and he not only begged the Bodhisattva to sue his grandma, but also prayed that Nangong Yueyao must be inside, otherwise how could he explain to Feng Muran that his life would be ruined?
I will die in the hands of this little girl.
He stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and took a rare bold step. He saw Miss Nangong Yueyao lying on the huanghuali wooden couch, sleeping deeply. He thought that the maid named Xiaocui might have gone out.
Something happened, so I didn't stay with Miss Nangong all the time. I quietly retreated.
"Report to the third prince, Miss Nangong fell asleep in the room." Eunuch Li reported in a soft voice.
Feng Mu nodded numbly.
Di Xiutian asked with a devilish smile and without emotion: "Well, why did the Demon Emperor want to cease the war? Did he change his mind?"
Feng Muran shook his head, "Let's go out and see what's going on. Yinfeng, you and Wen Chu are in the camp, and Xiu Tian is with me. If we start a war, you will provide support from behind." Feng Muran said as he said
Then, he walked thoughtfully outside the tent.
"Okay." Yin Feng and Wen Chu agreed in unison.
The north wind was raging, and the snowflakes were falling appropriately at this time. The entire plain was covered with snow, and the white earth was filled with a biting coldness.
Feng Muran was galloping across the vast desert with a small group of cavalry troops, feeling panicked in his heart. Why was he so nervous? He always felt like he was losing something.
After a while, Feng Muran and Di Xiutian felt the presence of the Demon Emperor's troops.
"Haha~ Third Prince, you are indeed here, you really don't disappoint me." The Demon King smiled strangely, "I love going to the theater the most.