Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

Full of yellow sand, the drums thundered.

Thousands of troops, haunted.

They carried weapons, drank forward, and fought with their enemies.

Riding a black horse, Oriental Xuan dressed in a golden armor suit is like an angel, waves a spear, passing by, blood will flow into rivers and cross corpses.

Together with the warriors, he defeated the enemy.

Another victory!

After defeating this enemy, Oriental Xuan did not make a half-hour stop, rushed north with a black horse.

Over here, the war is still here, and Huang Sha is everywhere.

Even so, it is not difficult to see that one side has withdrawn from its heart.

Riding a white horse, the warrior in the same golden armor as Oriental Xuan showed a smile at the corner of his mouth when he saw Oriental Xuan rush.

“Ah...” he shouted, more vigorously killing the enemy.

“No worries!” Oriental Xuan came to him and killed the enemy with him.

Oriental Xuan holds the spear, this small fighter Song has no worries about the long sword. Their methods of warfare are the same, wave the sword and throw arrows, all the same.

Song Wuoxiao appeared refreshed and Oriental Xuan appeared to be scolding.

With their cooperation, they quickly repelled the enemy.

“Oh, oh...”

The enemy repelled and Oriental Xuan shouted with excitement.

Oriental Xuan smiled with no worries about Song riding a white horse.

Song's worry-free cheeks were slightly red when he saw the deep and sharp phoenix eyes of the Orient with a smile.

Oriental Xuan reached out to him and his voice was magnetic: “Come here. ”

“Hoo-hoo...”

At first glance, the soldiers shouted more excitedly, as if they were encouraging something.

At first glance, Song Huixiang frowned with embarrassment and stared at the soldier shouting: “Walk, don't shout, it's loud! ”

“General Song is shy! ”

“General Song, we have fought another victory. Celebrate with General Orient alone. ”

Soldiers cheered again.

“Not coming?” Oriental Xuan picked his eyebrows and laughed at the bottom of his eyes.

Song did not worry about reaching over. Apparently, his hand was smaller than Dong Xuan's.

Oriental Xuan grabbed her hand and pulled it, her body in the air a battle, beautiful.

Soon after, she sat in front of Oriental Xuan, a group of soldiers cheering, Oriental Xuan with her horse racing.

They stopped at the river near the barracks.

On both sides of the river, the green grass is bright and butterflies are dancing.

“Song, are you hurt again?” Oriental Xuan and Song Feng squatted by the river, washed her hands, and saw a deep, shallow scar on her little hand, heartbroken.

It doesn't matter if Song smiles, “How can you fight in a fight and kill without getting hurt? ”

Oriental Xuan held her hand tightly and looked deeply at her: "Soon we will occupy the entire West Plains. ”

Song nodded forcefully and smiled. “Hmm! After you take over the whole West Plains, you will be king, king of the West Plains! ”

Oriental Xuan hooked his lips, the breeze, gently brushed his handsome cheek, “When I become king, you will be my queen! ”

He promised to always palpitate her.

She raised her hand and wiped the sweat beads off his forehead, saying wholeheartedly: "As long as you live, it's better than anything. ”

Oriental Xuan has faded away his robe, at a time when he is gorgeous and handsome.

“We'll live, we'll all live.” Oriental Xuan scooped the water with her hands with a thin cocoon and gently cleansed her face of dust and blood in an elegant manner.

The corner of Song's worry-free mouth contained a smile, his eyes twinkled, and the waves sparkled.