Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

I'm afraid there's no room for reversal in this game.

Yan Mo Li was reluctant to admit it, but the current situation did not allow him to live with himself.

“Retreat!” he chewed his teeth and slaughtered two guards, shouting loudly.

However, the current situation was no longer a simple retreat, and it was a real retreat.

Yan Mo Li's personal bodyguard was already scarred, but now he was stuck by two people. He couldn't help but say: "Master, subordinate... Pfft...”

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It's a big move.

Yan Mo was sharp, his heart suddenly poured, his left hand flipped, and a dart shot towards Moring.

While Moring was hiding, he tried to escape, pointing his toes.

The strangers kept watching the battle. At this time, Yan Mo Li tried to escape and rushed forward. Yan Mo Li was unprepared and immediately suffered a sword from the stranger.

Yan Mo Li consciously grabbed the handle of the sword and wanted to give a palm to the stranger. Unexpectedly, Yan Beicheng ignored Moring's dissuasion, or rushed out and took Yan Mo Li's palm.

Yan Mo Li was injured. Where was Yan Beicheng's opponent? The blood on his chest suddenly stained the entire front, his body fell directly into the war. Fortunately, he did not hit the knife, but was saved by his men.

At this moment, Yan Beicheng couldn't care less about Yan Mo Li. He clutched the flowers tightly to the stranger, and his eyes under the cloak were filled with heartache.

At a glance, the stranger recognized this person as Yan Beicheng. He lost the strength to struggle. He just relaxed and suddenly thought of something ordinary. He struggled to get out of the arms of Yan Beicheng. “Yan Mo Li, hurry, you can't let him run away. ”

When Moring heard the rumor, he hurried over and said: "Princess, he just ran away. ”

Yan Beicheng glanced up at the few remaining Yan Ink Li who were still struggling in the war scene and said with no expression, “Just let him go. ”

He said, his eyes fell on the stranger's body. He saw the blood in her right arm, his eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and he couldn't even think of lifting her directly. Then he placed her carefully on the horseback, and he sat behind her, wrapping her whole person in his arms. He said: "Moring, come clean up the mess, let your hands and feet fall, and don't leave her alive. ”

“Subordinates obey. ”

“What do you do?” The stranger leaned halfway in the arms of Yanbeicheng and looked at him with confusion.

“Hold on.” Yan Beicheng gave a low voice to the commander, then emptied one hand to gently smoke his butt, and Mal suddenly ran with his feet up, he only lowered his voice to explain: “Your wound needs to be handled. Cold City is ahead of you, I'll take you there first. ”

This reminded me of my injuries. I glanced at my right arm, which was still bleeding. I ordered several caves to stop the bleeding, and then rested completely in the arms of Yan Beicheng.

However, she did not sleep all night yesterday, in addition to rushing, there were more fights, she was very weak, so under relaxation, her eyelids grew heavier, her head from time to time because she was tired lightly.

In confusion, she suddenly whispered, “Yanbeicheng, how can you do anything to expose yourself for me...”

At this time, her voice was extremely soft, completely unlike the everyday cold and indifferent, and fell into the eyes of Yanbeicheng, only her mind seemed to melt.

His eyebrows stained a little tender and his eyes kissed her gently on the top of her hair before he lifted his eyes and continued on the road.

When he arrived in Liangcheng, he reasonably entered the station as King Yu.

Until the wound on the stranger's flower was handled and placed on the bed, he was still spinning in his head before he knew what the fanatics were saying.

“Because you are the most important.” It took him so long to stare at the stranger that he suddenly uttered a very gentle word, and then he couldn't help but kiss her on her white, glossy forehead, which made him fall asleep beside her satisfied.

Strangers wake up in the evening.

She looked up at the empty room and was about to get up and accidentally pulled the wound.

When she unconsciously covered her right arm, she realized that the wound on her right arm had been bandaged and that she had changed her clothes and was now in a completely strange place.

“Yan Beicheng.” She lifted her quilt, rolled over and got out of bed, gazing around the house, shouting.

“Princess, are you awake? Slave Lin, what can I do for you?” As soon as the voice fell, a man's figure was reflected outside the closed door.

This is a lot of relief in the stranger's heart. Go up and open the door. It is Qin Lin who is outside the door. This is why he said: "Qin Lin, are we in Cold City? Yan, where's the king? Where is he now? ”

Qin Lin never lied. At this moment, when the stranger asked, he dragged the whole thing directly out. "The king sent his troops out and said he was going to save General Mo and the Han Pioneer. ”

The stranger frowned tightly, his eyes crossed a few worries, “How many people did he bring, when did he go, from which direction? ”

“Don't worry, Princess. Have a glass of water first.” Qin Lin saw that all the lips on the stranger were peeled, but he looked so anxious. He poured a glass of water over there. “The king brought 2,000 people with him. He rushed to settle you in the morning. As he walked, he seemed to be on the west side. By the way, the King specifically ordered you to heal your wounds and not leave the city until he returned. ”

The stranger took the tea, but didn't drink it immediately. His eyes whispered thoughtfully. “West lining… 2,000 people… that's fine. ”

Yan Mo Li called her out that night and told her to do things in the name of cooperation. The stranger Hana had already returned to Yan Beicheng and Pan Zhou. The series of actions of the two men over the past few days was nothing but a ploy. Yen Beicheng had previously been intolerable. He had been trying to confuse Yan Ink and hide his identity. Second, he was temporarily willing to see if those 500 people were the role of the lark in the future.

When Yan Mo Li did it in advance, the strangers had guessed the movement of those 500 people. Yan Mo Li did not trust him so much. He did not lay all his men in the east. The rest must be afraid of the rebellion of strangers. He was arranged in the east. Today, Yan Beicheng should be going to destroy those 500 people.

2,000 people... enough for Yan Ink to suffer.

The thought was almost right. The stranger took a few sips of tea and drank some. She raised her head again. “By the way, where's Anzhou? Still no news? ”

Qin Lin shook his head, “You guessed well, still no news. ”