Feng Danyuan returned from Kunlun Snow Mountain and turned the tide. He used "Canghailu" and Kunlun Yue, and spent several hours to completely control the situation in the city.
The spies came to report on the battle situation in the remaining cities. Three cities were in a stalemate. Lashan and Lintai, which were closest to the royal capital, had just been conquered, just like Wula City. Wolf riders were frantically arresting people in the city.
"Rashan, there are also weird black people and weird formations outside Wula City?" Feng Danyuan asked.
"Yes." The secret guard replied.
Feng Danyuan punched the ruins, and gravel and sand fell to the ground.
"What are your plans?" Nan Ming asked.
"What plan can I make?" Feng Danyuan raised his red lips, helpless and angry: "Save people first, and we will talk about the rest later."
"Are you just going to save one city after another?" Nan Ming frowned.
"Yes, use the stupidest method to save one city after another." Feng Danyuan got on his horse with a determined look on his face.
When the horse's hooves were raised, a deep voice came from his ears: "Together."
Feng Danyuan tilted his head and looked at Nanming with some surprise.
Nan Ming tightened the reins: "Now that we have formed an alliance, we are on the same boat. I can't watch this boat sink. Tell me, which city should we go to first?"
Feng Danyuan chuckled lightly, and spit out two words from his red lips: "Lashan."
*
After three days and three nights, the two men, who fought in a circle around the capital of Northern Xinjiang, were exhausted.
Nan Ming's face was pale, his lips were cracked, and he wanted to drink water. His hands were shaking while holding the kettle, but he couldn't put the spout up.
Feng Danyuan was even worse than him. He was lying dead, with only his eyes moving all over his body.
The secret guards were no longer able to survive. Only Feng Ji still had some strength and took a kettle to feed Feng Danyuan.
Shuangjiang also wanted to help his master, but he was unable to do anything. He could only apologize to Nanming with his eyes: I'm sorry, Master.
Nan Ming didn't have the energy to speak: Hey.
The King of Northern Xinjiang came to meet him with his young prince and his entourage.
"Why is it like this?" The King of Northern Xinjiang was also a little confused when he saw the two men with disgraced faces.
Feng Danyuan glanced at him angrily: Why don't you try staying awake for four days and five nights? Can it be like this?
The young prince hugged the man in Xuanyi and cried loudly: "Daddy——"
Feng Danyuan: "......!!!"
Brat, you see clearly who is your father!
Nanming: "..."
My clothes were really torn, so I borrowed your father's clothes. Your eyes wouldn't be so bad, right?
But neither of them had the energy to speak.
Just, whatever...
The King of Northern Xinjiang couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the young prince by his collar and turned the little boy around: "You're crying wrong, this is your father."
The young prince blinked his tear-filled eyes and hugged Feng Danyuan's thigh: "Daddy——"
Feng Danyuan: "..."
Your father is not dead, is it necessary to cry like this?!
Nanming rolled his eyes: "..."
You people are just watching the little kid cry - ah, you are watching the little kid cry, and no one helps us to help us in? What's going on, one by one!
The first person to react was Feng Weihuan, who reached out to help Nanming.
But she was helpless, she was not a martial artist, so she tried her best to force Nanming to sit up: "Feng Qing, give me a hand——"
Feng Qing, who had already carried his master on his back, turned his head when he heard his name.
