Muyin's hand relaxed, he put aside his spear, and shouted: "Let go!"
Yi Xiangming let go of his hand, and there was already burning pain in his palm. The puncture wound on his chest was also stained red. At night, although he could not see clearly, Muyin could see clearly with the help of the bright moonlight.
Blood stains on his chest.
This idiot.
Stepping forward, she thought about the past, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. If he could keep his peace, if he could negotiate with her, would there be no Yuan Hongxi, no Princess Xi, and no fake Han Queluo?
But……
Even without these, her life experience will be revealed sooner or later. If it were Jiang Songyu like that, wouldn't he break the truth and go to the emperor for revenge without any sense?
All the past events were intertwined, and the fists in Muyin's hands were already clenched. Looking at the man in front of her who was half a head taller than her, she roared and punched him in the face.
Fighting has always been a way for men to communicate.
Yi Xiangming was beaten until stars appeared in his eyes, but he didn't resist at all. Muyin punched him again and gritted his teeth and said: "It's his grandma's fault, Yi Xiangming, I-fuck-your uncle! You never thought about me."
Feelings! Do you know how I feel when I wake up as a pussy?"
Having said this, she punched Yi Xiangming again, knocking Yi Xiangming to the ground, and Muyin's armor made a dull creaking sound.
Sitting on him, Muyin grabbed his collar and punched him again, causing his nose to be bruised and his face to be swollen.
Yi Xiangming didn't resist, but just endured it silently. Muyin's fist was small but very hard. It hurt when it landed on his face, and it hurt even more in his heart.
He took another punch, and suddenly he felt warm water droplets hitting his face.
Looking carefully, Muyin, who was holding the moonlight behind her back, had tears streaming down her beautiful face. His heart was touched, and Yi Xiangming was a little confused. It turned out that... the general could shed tears.
"Yi Xiangming, you idiot!" Muyin scolded again.
Yi Xiangming smiled bitterly: "Yes, I am just stupid and stupid."
"Your uncle's."
"Well, my uncle's and my grandma's."
"..."
"General, I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry for being useless!"
"General..."
"I punish you by quickly helping me write a strategy to punish the border rioter, otherwise you won't have to appear in front of me!"
"Yes!" Yi Xiangming replied happily, "Subordinate... we will do it."
What a familiar conversation, what a familiar scene.
Men like to talk with their fists. When they were tired from the beating, Muyin got off him, collapsed on the lawn, broke off another piece of grass, and held it in his mouth.
The bright stars blinked at her, and Muyin's tears had long since dried up.
The two of them lay quietly like this for a while, and Yi Xiangming suddenly said: "General, I hope you live a happy life."
"Well...I am not only happy, but also sexually blessed." Muyin continued in a ruffian manner. In the military camp, she relaxed her tense nerves, and it seemed that at this moment, she was back to Jiang Songyu.
Yi Xiangming couldn't laugh or cry.
This continued for a while, and a breeze blew by. The soft grass was swept by the wind, and the head was lowered and swayed, but the rustling sound inexplicably gave people a sense of security.
Yi Xiang Ming thought for a while, half sat up, looked at the crescent moon in the sky, and couldn't help but ask: "General, Xiang Ming has a question for you."
