"This witch from Dongshan...is General Kong's sister?"

"Yes." Xuan Ming did not hesitate.

The general standing opposite Xuan Ming suddenly looked solemn, his gaze seemed to be fixed on General Shen, his eyes unblinking, and he said in a deep voice:

"How can there be any rebels and rebels? The last general has never seen the general."

Xuan Ming suddenly raised his eyes, and saw that there was no hint of joking in the old general's eyes. After being stunned for a while, he lowered his head and knelt on the ground with a plop: "Brother, for today's kindness, Xuan Ming will be treated like a fool in this life."

Horse, I swear I will never forget it!”

The old general raised his eyes, looked at the group of guards who had barged in with him, and shouted sternly: "There are no demons from Rongshan today, and no general has come in, do you hear me!"

"I heard it!" The crowd's response was so loud that the lake surface rippled.

"Go." The old general's face on the opposite side looked calm, not even a single wrinkle was visible. Xuan Ming stood up, hugged Qing Qing in his arms again, leaned over and saluted, and before tears welled up in his eyes, Xuan Ming stood up.

, he took the lead and jumped onto the narrow bridge.

The girl in her arms was still muttering unconsciously: "Master... Qin..."

Linghu Qingqing was choked by a jolt and vomited blood, until it almost poured into her throat, and then she coughed and struggled to get up. Her hands and feet had long been out of control, and instead they were fighting to burn, spreading to her heart.

The pain was like burning fire. I could only keep my eyes half open, so I turned my head and saw that the night was dark and there were no stars.

The sound of the wheels was still ringing in her ears, and Qingqing felt that the strong jolt was about to burst her chest. Before she could even try to get up, she heard the sound of the wheels shaking her ears, and again

Someone's voice came:

"Don't move around, or the newly healed wound will ooze blood again."

He reluctantly lowered his neck and took a look. Sure enough, he was wrapped up and down in bandages like a corpse dug out of a cemetery. His face was also stretched so tight that he seemed to have only a pair of eyes exposed. In his weakness, he heard

The man's voice was not familiar, so he spoke slightly:

"Who are you?"

The driver of the car was very surprised and whipped the old cow in front of him hard. The old cow screamed "moo" in an aggrieved manner, only to hear the man ask back: "Young Master Linghu, don't you remember the last general?" Qingqing exhausted his memory until

A gleam of silver glowed from the smooth armor surface and entered Qingqing's eyes. Only then did Qingqing associate the rich yet delicate voice with the appearance of Baihua Fairy on the high platform of the West Lake.

After a long time without saying a word, Qingqing relaxed all over, letting the bullock cart, which had nothing to do with the word "stability", make her internal organs vomit out. Anyway, she couldn't find her master or anyone else.

Even if I die, what can the head of the West Lake do to me? Thinking of this, I close my eyes and feel like I am about to fall asleep again.

In Qianqian's dream, the blue firework was very dazzling.

(End of chapter)
Chapter completed!