“May the lady and the master go to the soup to fight for the fire, never quit! ”

“Go to the soup and dance, never quit!! ”

Mu Yan gently pulled the corner of his lip and did not move.

Instead, Bao walked up and lifted up more than two dozen people one by one.

Helped by that little white hand himself, he heard Bao's naive voice calling their names, saying "Welcome back”, seven feet of sweat, but a tear swept in his eyes.

Only Changwoo walked to Mu Yan, his dark eyes instantly and greedily looked at the beautiful side of the teenage girl.

However, when Muang turned around, he quickly lowered his head and concealed all emotions in his heart.

“Ma'am, I'm sorry, it was my incompetence that caused the loss of Camp Mo. ”

The man's dull, self-blaming voice softened Mu's face and looked at him gently.

Strangely enough, for some reason, she always felt that Changwoo's appearance had changed slightly.

Seems to be a lot prettier than the usual face that you can throw into a pile of people and not recognize.

But when I looked closely, I thought the eyebrows were exactly the same.

When I thought about the original painting, she felt that Changwoo's body and face were very uncomfortable together.

His body line was very beautiful, and he could even be said to have a male charm that was sprayed with blood.

But that face was like a passerby armor that could be caught anywhere.

However, Muay soon threw this idea behind her head.

“When you return to the Valley of the Underworld Flames, you regroup your men and form the Mo Battalion team, and you will always be the first ranking captain of the Mo Battalion. ”

Changwoo's eyes jumped, as if there was some fierce emotion to spray out.

He clasped his lips and said halfway: "So, miss, can I stay with you... and the little master? ”

“Of course.” Mu Yan smiled with a smile, “It's not even five years old, you want to go? ”

“No, as long as the lady and the little master don't mind, my men will follow you for the rest of your lives! ”

Changyu chopped off the iron reply and drowned his eyes, masking too many emotions.

Not far away, the cold night looked at Changwoo, slightly squinting his eyes, his face unpredictable.

At this point, the roar of the palace thousand sheaths came across the street.

“Jun Mu Yan, do you think this will win you? Don't forget, I still have thousands of horses. Without hostages, I can make you all meatloaf! ”

“Bitch, if you have the guts, you're with my army, facing the base! ”

Mu looked up at the other side of the palace and revealed a ridiculous smile: “Face the basement? Miyagi Chiyuki, you don't know. Have I been waiting for this moment for a long time? ”

“The Army of the Underworld! ”

It comes out in a clear, not tight drink.

Time, away from the sky, sounds like a tsunami.

“Camp Mo's orders! ”

“Camp Skywalker! ”

“Camp Everlasting! ”

“Listen to Miss Commander! ”

Mu Yan sat down slowly on his knees, his fingers gently moving the strings, his eyes swept from the thousands of army horses beneath him, and across the palace from his snowy face.

Then, gently, lazily spit out a word -

“Kill.”

Phew...!

The sound was suddenly raised, turned into a mountain shouting tsunami, turned into a mountain shaking, and turned into a landslide fissure.

And the trilateral underworld flame army, as if instructed, yelled out loud.

Neatly and uniformly rush towards the multiplier of their landscaped Orange Nation army.