The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Chapter 862: Miserable Victory

Xiao Orange Ya wanted to say something else, but think about it, I think White Mo is right, now she may be going to become their burden.

After figuring it out, Xiao Orange Ya didn't keep arguing to help, which reassured White Mo a lot.

On the other side, Ning Mengyao held Joe Tianjing, looking across the street, his clothes had been stained with red phoenix, and his face was a little pale.

They were still overestimating their strength. If Joe Tian hadn't stopped him, she would be the one who got hurt.

Phoenix reached out and erased the blood from the corners of her lips, and the mask on her face just fell off.

That beautiful face made Ning Mengyao feel a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

“You guys are good, if we do it the other way, maybe we can still be friends.” Phoenix looked at the two men and said suddenly.

If things weren't wrong, he would have loved them very much.

Though their own strength is not as powerful as he is, when they are together, their strength does multiply and, together with their toughness, they can be put together as one hand.

But it's also really hard for Phoenix, you know, no one's ever forced him to be like this.

Joe Tianjing looked at Phoenix with the same attitude, and his heart was admired. The man was very good. Like he said, if they didn't know each other in the wrong way, they might actually be friends.

Ning Mengyao has some helplessness in his heart, why do the two people feel that their hearts are somewhat alike.

“What the hell was your idea of hitting those things?” Phoenix's strength is so strong, even without these things, it shouldn't be a problem.

But this man is so obsessed with getting these things, which makes Ning Mengyao a little confused. Is there anything else that this man can't do?

Phoenix was silent and didn't say anything. His appearance made Ning Mengyao a little angry: “You don't want to get these things, then go back to the west coast and become the owner there, do you?” Ning Mengyao Tianma's speculation is empty.

“No.” What does he want with a pseudonym like that? Even without these things, his identity on the West Coast is admired.

Ning Mengyao picked his eyebrows, mistakenly guessed, touched his chin, and looked carefully at the person opposite him: “If it's not this, what is it for? ”

“You don't have to know. ”

“In that case, we shall have to meet.” Ning Mengyao stalled and looked helpless.

Ning Mengyao turned to look at Joe Tianjing: “What do you think of Tianjing? ”

“It's okay.”

“Then do it. ”

In the talking room, the two people had already done it. Phoenix avoided the attack of the two people. There was a wolf shaking the gods. It also seemed unexpected that they actually said to do it.

The two fiercely attacked each other, making the injured Phoenix more or less troublesome. Finally, the two were repelled after injuring the enemy by 1,000, self-inflicting damage of 800.

In the meantime, Fengxiao glanced at the battlefield below. This look was not important. Almost every time he was angry at him, it was good or bad.

A lot of them didn't know where they were coming from.

Phoenix flew toward the place. Ning Mengyao and the others saw where there was no reason to understand. They rushed to carry their inner strength to keep up.

It's just that they're slower than Phoenix, and by the time they get there, they've lost several people on their side.

“The sky is clear. ”

“Okay.”

The two men worked together and Phoenix was severely injured by the two men.

Cough a few times, look at the couple in front of them, the phoenix face with a strange smile, that way, make Joe Tian smooth they feel very strange.

“My name, Phoenix. ”

Ning Mengyao and Qiao Tianjing, then simultaneously said: "Ning Mengyao (Qiao Tianjing)”

“You two, good, really good, my lord looks forward to the next fight.” This time it goes on, they don't like it.

After watching Fengxiao leave, the spirit that Ning Mengyao had always stood for was finally relaxed, but this relaxation caused people to faint directly.

They won this time, but they won miserably.