Long Yi kept a sullen expression and walked straight towards Di Wuya without saying anything.
"Boom! Boom!" The sound of several explosives exploding was heard.
There were screams everywhere in the military camp, and it was chaos for a moment.
Among the twelve flying dragon riders, besides Long Yi and Long Eleven, there are ten others.
Ten people on horses came from different directions.
The four mounts each ran towards their masters at a speed that no ordinary horse could compare to.
Feng Jiuer did nothing except turning around and hugging her man.
With a slight movement, the man stood up holding her in his arms, jumped lightly, and got on the horse.
Twelve people and thirteen horses headed towards the gate of Yongshan City. No one knew that there was another person and one horse following behind them at some unknown time.
Feng Jiuer nestled in the man's arms, feeling comfortable.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you are running away.
"Uncle Nine Emperors." After a while, she raised her eyes and glanced at her resolute chin.
"How many people did you bring here?"
"Yu Jingfeng and the twelve flying dragon riders." Di Wuya lowered his eyes and rubbed her head.
"Does Mao Zhongcai think it's just the four of you?" Feng Jiuer curled her lips slightly, stretched out her white and delicate fingers, and poked his chin.
"Yeah." Di Wuya nodded and looked ahead.
"When will it arrive?"
"I arrived very early and have already eaten." Feng Jiuer stretched his body.
With him holding her, she didn't have to do anything.
She put her hands down and raised her eyes again.
"Have you seen Mao Zhongcai's conspiracy a long time ago?" Feng Jiuer also felt strange, how to negotiate this peace?
Mao Zhongcai and Lei Shenbao were the same person. She had never seen them before, so she knew they were not good people.
Negotiate peace? Will he be willing to do so?
Di Wuya lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his lips slightly.
Feng Jiuer knew what he meant, but she frowned: "But you didn't tell Yu Jingfeng?"
Yu Jingfeng had just slashed five women with one knife, and he was so angry that it was as if he was chopping wooden stakes, not people.
These women were all Mao Zhongcai's tools, and death would not be a pity. All Feng Jiuer cared about was Yu Jingfeng.
Yu Da is so angry, he must be "suffering".
With her waist tightened, Feng Jiuer looked at Di Wuya and blinked her big round eyes.
"In my arms, are you still thinking about other men?" Di Wuya's breath became a little darker.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and sighed heavily.
"No! I just think Yu Jingfeng might have been bullied. Otherwise, why would he be so angry?"
"Who made him so defenseless?" Di Wuya looked at Feng Jiu'er and frowned.
Feng Jiuer blinked her big eyes and said nothing more.
What Uncle Nine Emperors meant was to let Yu Jingfeng and the others learn from their mistakes.
The method is good, but Yu Jingfeng has really been wronged. I wonder if Xue Piao will feel distressed when she finds out?
"Still want to?" Di Wuya gently rubbed Feng Jiuer's waist.
Feng Jiuer's waist trembled and she immediately held his hand.
"Okay, I don't want to think about it anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore."
This flirting completely ignored the pursuers behind him.
Not long after a dozen people left, a large army came in front.
Seeing the signal flares fired from above the enemy, Fengjiang immediately rushed out of the city gate with the troops he had prepared.
Mao Zhongcai's efforts this time were not only in vain, but also gave Di Wuya a good excuse to attack.
The soldiers from Pingyuan City suddenly turned their horses and ran back.
Not surprisingly, when the gates of Yongshan City were closed, there was not a single pursuer behind them.
After returning to their residence, everyone immediately started a meeting to discuss the siege plan.
Di Wuya originally did not intend to stop this battle for too long.
The meeting ended at almost dawn. Everyone had some midnight snacks that could be called breakfast and went back to their private rooms.
Di Wuya put on his robe, hugged Feng Jiu'er and left. This made Feng Jiu'er, who was already petite, almost invisible.
But how could Yu Jingfeng not know where Feng Jiu'er was? Throughout the night, whenever he was free, he wanted to get closer to Feng Jiu'er.
The door to the wing room was pushed open. Yu Jingfeng looked at the person who was about to walk in, and hurriedly ran up.
"Miss Jiu'er, that..." Yu Jingfeng stood behind the two of them and stopped.
When Feng Jiuer turned around, Yu Dada, who had been looking around with a sullen face all night, actually lowered his head and said nothing.
"What's wrong?" Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows and asked.
She was so sleepy and wanted to rest after eating.
Emperor Wuya was not angry but powerful. Yu Jingfeng felt the cold air and immediately raised his eyes.
"Your Majesty, I don't mean to waste Miss Jiuer's time. I just want to ask Miss Jiuer, where is the snow?"
The person you miss so much is not seen.
It was impossible for Leng Xuepiao to be present at the meeting about the war, but Yu Jingfeng didn't know why. He always felt uncomfortable when he didn't see anyone.
Rather than looking for it, it would be better to ask Miss Jiuer directly.
"Oh, Xue Piao didn't come. She is at the north gate and has a mission." Feng Jiu'er responded softly.
"Ah?" Yu Jingfeng looked at her in disbelief.
Before Feng Jiuer could say anything, she was hugged and walked into the side room.
"She will be here in a few days. Just wait. Oh no, you can go back and rest. You don't need to guard here."
Everyone has to sleep, what's the danger in her being with Uncle Nine Emperors?
No! It seems that the Nine Emperors Uncle is a dangerous person.
Feng Jiuer heard the sound of the door closing and raised her eyes to look at the man hugging her tightly.
Di Wuya pulled her into the room, closed the door, turned around, pressed her against the door, lowered his head, and kissed her.
Feng Jiu'er's hands that were originally holding on to his chest quickly became weak.
Now that you have decided, you will face it sooner or later.
She responded to his kiss, her hands gradually moved down, and gently held his waist.
The temperature of the room is getting higher and higher, and the two people are holding each other stronger and stronger.
