Mei Gongqing

He exhaled warm breath, warmly poured into Chen Rong's ear hole, warmly poured into her heart tip, warm, with a hint of green grass, making her all soft and weak.

Chen Rong's feet were soft, his mouth was bitter, and he was ashamed and angry and hated and bitter. When he saw the mayor of Moyang City sighing away, he took a quick breath and pressed down his beating heart. "Let go of me! ”

Seeing that he shouldn't, Chen Yong's elbow stabbed back. After making him grunt, he shouted again: “Let go of me. ”

Wang Hong stretched his hand over his stomach and slightly squinted his eyes and stared at her for a while. Then, he lifted her hair and placed it in front of his nose for a sniff.

He was about to speak, beneath the walls of the city, a drumming sound burst into the air, covering all the voices, and at the same time bringing a breath of death.

Chen Yong shocked, quickly broke him off and turned his head.

Under the walls, Hu people slowly retreated to both sides.

The people who retreated like the tide made way.

A masked general appeared in the middle of the road. Behind him was a neat, thousand-man strongman, on both sides of him, a tens of thousands of strongmen, kneeling neatly and immobilized to salute him.

Just now, he yelled, confused Hu Jianpai, then knelt down, looking from Chen Yong's perspective, the black pressure was all over the head.

Chen Rongxing's heart was heavy, she reached out and pressed her hand against her chest. Only in this way can the beating heart be brought back to its original place: at this moment, it seems that these Hu people are all in one heart! Is that blossoming thing in the past life really still there?

At this time, there was a faint voice from Wang Hongqing, “The general is Mu Yongzhi, the military god of the vile. ”

He said that, seeing Chen Yong did not answer, he had to turn his head.

As he turned his head, his face was pale as paper, his eyes widened, and his little mouth tightened into a line of expression.

He stretched out his hand and gently held her little hand, laughing: “I thought Ayung was not afraid of death.” Speaking of which, his voice is as gentle as a spring breeze, "Hugh. ”

Beneath the walls, as Murong waved his right hand, the people stood up.

At this point, Murong looked up at the wall.

His eyes were bright under the mask.

No matter where, no matter how many people, Wang Hong can always easily suck in all the sights. Murong stared at him.

The fourth eye is opposite.

At this moment, Chen Rongzhu arrived and Wang Hong smiled at Murong beneath the city wall.

This smile, mysterious and weird, is completely different from his usual, gentle smile, which seems to have some kind of death in it.

Murong did not know if he had seen Wang Hong's expression. He just looked up at his head and quietly weighed the strap as a wind. The man was like a fairy.

After a while, Murong retracted his gaze and waved, and now the crowd will talk in a low voice.

They did not speak loudly, so far apart, Chen Cheng and others could not even hear.

At this time, Wang Hong shook his long sleeve and called out: "Go away. ”

Go ahead, he took the lead downtown.

Chen Rong hesitated for a moment, but kept up.

She also tends to follow behind him, lowering her head and trying to remember the details of the branches she heard in her previous life.

Straight in front of her, Wang Hong, never spoke.

I don't know how long it's been since the rumbling and the noise came up.

Chen Cheng raised his head.

Only then did she find herself following him, unknowingly walking into Moyang Street. Moyang Street at this moment, the quiet is surprising, even if there are pedestrians, the face is anxious, come and go in a hurry. Every alley has a taxi who walks back and forth and keeps order.

Chen Yong sighted and turned to Wang Hong.

Wang Hong was walking in front of her.

Forgiveness is in this daylight, and at this time of crisis, his long figure must also be straight, that white coat, in the sun, emits a faint, transcendent light.

Chen Yong looked at him and his cherry lips moved.

That's when Wang Hong turned his head.

In the sun, his eyes were clear. He looked at Chen and smiled shallow. He said: "After this meeting, Ayung always thinks about something, but doesn't know who he thinks about? ”

Chen Yong hasn't opened his mouth yet. At this time, a rush of horseshoes came.

The sound of the horseshoe was not close yet. A shout woke Chen Yong up. It was a clear shout, “Wang Qilong! ”

This is a young general. When he rushed to the horse, he stopped rushing to the horse and turned to Wang Hong on his back. Lang said: "Sun Yan is looking for you. ”

He turned to Chen Zheng next to Wang Hong, just a glance, frowned and smiled bitterly, “Only you celebrities are at this juncture of life and death, and you have the heart to hang out with * *. ”

As soon as he said that, Wang Hong heard the impatient exhalation coming from his side.

He's slightly sidelined.

By his side, Chen Rong rose red with a small face, his eyes stared at the young general with hatred, his cherry lips widened and widened, and finally closed tighter.

So Wang Hong reached out.

He stretched out his long white middle finger and gently pressed on Chen Yong's silent, pink mouth.

After successfully stifling Chen Yong on the ground, he turned around and smiled at the young general: "In that case, let's go. ”

Go ahead, he leaves first.

The general rolled down his horse and followed him closely, saying: "Murong is here. Qilong, do you think he'll start the siege tonight? ”

Ahead, the voice of Wang Hongqing and Ping, “Tonight? No.”

The voice is absolutely certain.

The young general asked curiously, "Why? ”

The farther they talk, the farther they go. Until their shadow disappeared around the corner, Chen Rong stomped his hatred, his face rose red and his teeth snapped and muttered. But her voice was small and vague, and she didn't say a word.

After a while of anger, Chen Rong turned around.

She bowed her head and walked impotently to the main city hall.

As soon as she entered the gate, she heard the voice of the monk coming from one side, "Girl. ”

Chen Yong looked up at him.

Sang looked at Chen Rong with anxiety. "Girl, you were just with Wang Qilong...” Speaking of which, he sighed and mumbled: "The city is broken, indulgent and only a few days away. If a girl likes him, do as she please. ”

Chen Yongwan did not expect to make such a suggestion to her because she had always been a loyal saint.

Her face rose red, her mouth was about to be cursed, Chen Cheng closed her mouth, her sleeves flung, her hips twisted, and rushed to the capital.

Just after rushing out five steps, Chen Rongfeng turned his head for a moment and shouted to Sang: “Hey, get in the carriage. I'm going to see General Sun Xiao. ”

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Tears, bad condition today, the whole person is dizzy and very tired, first send 2,000 words, what is owed, tomorrow make up. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)