Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Chen Ling didn't seem to expect this black-faced little girl to be so sly and kind.

Once she said that, back and forth, it was all blocked by him, anyway, he was wrong.

Time, there's a kind of embarrassment that can't get off the stage.

“Vice General Chen, General Yunda asked you to invite someone, but you talked to yourself first. What's this like?” Yet, just then, a gentle laugh came.

Only, a shadow was pulled out, and from not far away, stepped at a steady pace.

Thirty-five or six years old, Sven, full of smile, very kind, not wearing military uniform, but in a grey robe, giving a sense of Mr. Professor.

“No wonder the girl, this Vice General Chen is that temper, if there is any offense to speech, I will apologize for him, but our general has asked, I don't know if it is convenient for the girl to go a few steps forward, go have a chat?” Speaking softly, the words are polite, but not humble.

At this point, the cloud dancer couldn't help but gaze at him a few more times.

From the footsteps he had just taken, he was not impatient, his breath was steady, he was supposed to be a practitioner, but he could hide his martial artist's breath under the appearance of Sven, almost impossible to detect even the cloud dance.

You can see, this man is definitely not easy.

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“It turns out that the Master of the Army has said this, so I'm a little interested in meeting General Yunda.” The cloud dance closed its gaze and shook up the corner of its mouth.

One sentence, "Master of the Army”, can't help but let Wen Yu's eyebrows pick, and look at the cloud dance bottom flashed a bit of fun.

A girl with a sharp eye.

Just looking him in the eye and guessing his identity.

“Girl, this way, please. ”

Wen Yu himself led the way, and all the soldiers around him were a little stunned.

Master Wen, but the general himself invited back, even the general needs to give a thin face, but today, he leads a black-faced girl?

Chen Ling's face was a little heavy. He looked at the lazy cloth dance. He had no desire to see the “attitude” that the general should have. His heart was not very comfortable.

But he didn't say much, so he calmed his face and followed it.

For about a moment, walking through that heavy line of soldiers, we finally reached a spacious place behind us.

The bodies around them were simply cleaned up.

Wen Yu walked up with the cloud dance and took a step forward. He spoke respectfully toward the leader, a man wearing a mighty armor, tall figure.

“General, the man is here. ”

Turn around when you smell the tall figure dancing against the cloud.

This, no one else, is General Yun Yiyunda of the Zhou dynasty.

Originally, Yun Lengyi was in the southern city. In order to ensure the safety of the seven princes stationed in the western city when the warcraft disrupted the western city, the emperor ordered him to be sent from the south to the west to destroy the warcraft.

For the first time in half a year, Cloud Dance met her biological father.

Only, he was dressed in silver armor, in his early forties, with a serious face, and in earnest a cold breath.

And in those sharp eyes, there was a soldier's harshness and cold.

I looked at the dark cloud dance and stunned my eyebrows.

However, his planking face was still serious and cold, and he said, “Are you the one who stole the phoenix egg? Are you guilty? ”