Yang Shu was furious: "Hey, boy, have you ever heard of hitting someone without hitting them in the face?"
They say this is his woman, how shameless is he to propose in front of so many people?
Moreover, he didn't dare to think about children, yet this guy actually talked about children.
Shameless, so shameless!
Su Tu didn't even look at him, only looked at Mingwei: "What do you think?"
Mingwei was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud.
"You're still laughing! People come to slap me in the face, don't you know how to hit me back?" Yang Shu said angrily.
Nasu frowned and said, "Miss Ming, your husband-in-law has such a bad attitude towards you! You'd better come with us. At least Seventh Brother will never scold you."
Mingwei was embarrassed: "But you also heard that I spent a lot of effort to rely on him. Now that I'm gone, wouldn't it be in vain?"
Nasu disagreed: "Look at his fair and tender appearance, he is what you Central Plains people call a pretty boy, right? He has no masculinity at all. How can he compare with Seventh Brother?"
"Who are you talking about?" Yang Shu was really angry now, "Come on, let's have a fight, whoever loses will call him daddy."
Nasu dismissed it: "I don't want a son as old as you! I feel like I'm old."
"Hello!"
Mingwei held his head and smiled for a while, then said to Su Tu: "The seventh prince is really reluctant to kill me! I told you earlier, I still like men to be more direct."
Su Tu looked calm and said calmly: "Isn't this straightforward?"
"You see, you chased me all the way and you got two holes in your body. I also suffered internal injuries. Where was the direct injury?"
Su Tu didn't want to continue talking to her and continued to ask: "Then will you agree?"
Ming smiled and shook his head: "It's a pity that you are late."
"Does this mean you don't agree?"
"I have already made my choice, there is no need to change it."
Su Tu didn't understand her pun, and his expression slowly darkened.
The atmosphere became even more tense, and Nasu consciously retreated, not quarreling with Yang Shu.
Su Tu slowly raised the long knife and pointed it at her: "I'll give you one last chance. If you don't agree, I can only let you die here. Even the Iron Guards can't save you from this distance."
Ming smiled and shook his head: "The seventh prince thinks so highly of me, I am deeply honored. However, I don't want to go to the wild land to herd sheep. There are no beautiful clothes and no delicious food. It is too boring."
Yang Shu had already grasped the sword at his waist and stared at his gestures, but he said: "What kind of princess is she? She is a sheep herder? I will give her whatever she wants. You don't need to please her."
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Su Tu sighed inaudibly, and it was only then that he revealed some of his true emotions: "I have given you so many opportunities and you are still not willing to seize them, so I can only..."
Needless to say, his blade carries an unmistakable killing intent.
At the same time, the barbarians who were holding bows and drawing swords stared closely at the Qi army in front of them, wary of them.
These bows and arrows did not pose much of a threat to the Qi army because they were not close enough. They also had shield guards and had a mature method of dealing with volleys of bows and arrows.
But for the three Mingwei people at close range, it was almost a life-threatening talisman.
Both she and Duofu were seriously injured, one could not mobilize her internal strength, and the other was half-disabled. In addition, Hou Liang, a frail scholar, had no room to struggle at all.
Su Tu was not in a hurry to kill, firstly because he was reluctant to do so, and secondly because he was absolutely sure.
Even if reinforcements come, she can't escape.
Hou Liang's two buttocks were fighting and shaking.
The kite couldn't hold it anymore and flew far away.
"Miss Ming, do we really have a chance to live?" he asked desperately.
"Maybe a little." Mingwei said vaguely.
She turned around and looked at Yang Shu.
There was no trace of smile on his face, and his eyes were dark, almost condensing with actual murderous intent.
"Sir!" Two generals approached with shields in hand.
They were a little far away. Although they were still within shooting range, the power of the bows and arrows was no longer that great. As long as... don't seek death.
Yang Shu spoke in a low voice: "As soon as Su Tu's horse falls, you rush up, grab the man and run away."
This is to rescue people by force!
The two generals took a breath and whispered, "Sir, this is too dangerous."
"Yes, you can't risk your own life."
Yang Shu didn't say anything, the sword blade had already been pushed out an inch.
However, even if he is powerful, he cannot arrive before the opponent fires his arrow.
Qinggong cannot reach the speed of an arrow.
Everyone knew this result, but Yang Shu did not waver at all.
The generals could only wink at each other and silently change their positions, so that they could protect him at any time, and they could also retreat at any time without blocking the way.
"yes."
Su Tu had already raised his hand, staring at Mingwei, and finally waved it.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!" The arrow left the string with a low whistle that broke through the air.
The sound of a single arrow is very small, but there are so many arrows fired at the same time that it is heard very clearly in the ears.
Are you going to die? Are you going to die? Hou Liang is filled with desolation. He wanted to commit suicide all his life. He finally did something big before he died, but ended up with a thousand arrows piercing his heart. Oh my god...
Before he could finish his sentence, his feet suddenly felt light, and his body instantly lost weight and fell down.
He was still in a daze, but he had already been pushed down, and Duofu's shout sounded in his ears: "Get down!"
At the same time, in the Qi army camp, the sound of drums changed.
General Xiang, who originally just wanted to show off, rushed out out of habit the moment he heard the drums.
He wanted to slap himself, but he couldn't bear to do it. It had become their habit to listen to the drums and line up.
Fortunately, the drum sound did not cause chaos, and they still maintained the formation with the shield guard in front, slowly advancing forward.
When he raised his head, he saw Mr. Yang flying out like an arrow from a string, rushing towards the opponent's arrow array.
My mother!
General Xiang's eyes widened under the protection of the shield guards.
Is this young man out of his mind? Going to Beitianmen to borrow troops for a woman is enough of a mess, but he actually dares to attack with barbarian arrows?
This courage... I really can't compare to him.
The problem is, even if you have the courage, you don’t have the skills!
He really doesn't know how to live or die.
Yang Shu had never felt that his mind had been so clear before, and even time seemed to slow down. At a distance of nearly thirty feet, he faced the arrow formation, unsheathed his sword, and shot down the oncoming arrows one by one.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed that in just a blink of an eye, he was already in front of Su Tu.
He did not try to save Mingwei, but immediately pointed his sword at Su Tu.
Su Tu raised his sword and slashed it down with great ferocity.
Without hesitation, Yang Shu lowered his body and slid under the horse.
The sword edge slid past and blood spurted out.
The horse neighed and whined endlessly.
"Brother Seven!" Nasu came to the rescue. Sutu was injured, but he was not.
Sutu's horse fell down.
Yang Shu was splashed with blood, and it only took a moment for Young Master Jingui to be bathed in blood.
He kicked Sutu's knife handle and faced Nasu.
After receiving the order, the general rushed forward with a shield. (To be continued)