Chapter Eighty-Four: The Blackening Value of Grinding People

Emperor Xuanyuan returned victoriously.

"Why don't you let me go?!"

After saying a thousand things and ten thousand, after having a better idea, the woman in purple was unwilling to appear in front of Xuanyuan Emperor Hong in an embarrassed and weak manner.

"Don't forget, what is your identity now, what is my identity!"

Damn it!

The black-gold vine-like rope looked fragile, but it couldn't keep fighting.

The woman in purple earned it with perseverance.

Mu Yi's feet were loose.

Truly.

The status of the woman in purple in the Xuanyuan army is much higher than her, if she is seen putting the woman in purple down and stepping on the soles of her feet, Xuanyuan Dihong will not let her go, and Xuanyuan Jun will not let her go.

At that time, it will be too difficult for her to stay by Xuanyuan Dihong's side.

Mu Yi moved his feet.

Not far away, there was a sound of iron armor rubbing, and the black and gold vines suddenly dispersed, and the woman in purple turned over and sat up, looking into the distance at the same time as Mu Yi.

System: Emperor Xuanyuan Hong's blackening value +30, +30, +30......

Zhihai was swiped by Xuanyuan Dihong's blackening value.

Mu Yi's face didn't show any expression, but his eyes lit up.

In the midst of the heavily armored soldiers, Xuanyuan Emperor Hong, who was holding a blood-stained helmet, returned.

The woman in purple looked at Xuanyuan Dihong persistently, her eyes burning.

However, this is how the world loves to torment people.

What you love, you may not love you.

Mu Yi looked at Emperor Xuanyuan and glanced at the purple-clothed woman indifferently, and turned his head to dismiss the heavily armored soldiers.

Out of the tent came a group of soldiers, along with two soldiers in evergreen shirts.

When they saw Emperor Xuanyuan, everyone saluted respectfully.

Emperor Xuanyuan bowed slightly, handed the helmet to the guards beside him, and strode towards the tent surrounded by light cavalry, and when he passed by Mu Yi, he seemed to glance at Mu Yi inadvertently.

His solemn expression and cold gaze seem to have changed at first glance, but if you look closely, you can see the warm current buried deep in his narrow dark eyes.

The woman in purple clenched her fists.

Let your nails dig deep into your palms.

She couldn't wait any longer.

If Mu Yi is not removed, Xuanyuan Dihong will not be able to see her.

He'd probably already known that she was impersonating!

He may also know that Mu Yi is the real purple!

The purple-clothed woman's face turned slightly pale.

It was not only the woman in purple who noticed the changes in Xuanyuan Dihong, but also the Han Crow beside Xuanyuan Dihong.

Han Yao sighed lowly.

Xuanyuan Dihong, affectionate but ruthless.

The woman in purple and the real purple are different in Xuanyuan Dihong's heart.

Seeing the real purple clothes, the cold aura on Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's body seemed to be able to condense into ice, and it would automatically melt and dissipate like thin ice meeting the sun.

More and more foiled, Xuanyuan Dihong's previous kindness to the woman in purple was a kind of fake goodness that was just a formality.

That day, Ziyi danced a dance for Emperor Xuanyuan.

When Han Ya was tidying up Xuanyuan Dihong's tent, he found that Xuanyuan Dihong's desk was covered with kraft paper.

Han Ya looked at Emperor Xuanyuan who had entered the tent expressionlessly, and was quite helpless.

There is a fiery feeling that is difficult to let go of in my heart, but when I see someone, I am still expressionless, no matter how I look at it, it is no different from seeing a stranger.

Emperor Xuanyuan entered the tent, thinking that when he had just returned, Mu Yi's bright eyes flashed with a hint of a smile.

System: Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's blackening value -20, -20, -20......

Ay?!

Mu Yi was stunned.

Don't agree with the blackening value?!

Mu Yi couldn't help but follow everyone into the tent, huddled in the corner, and looked at the main seat on top of the two chairs.

Emperor Xuanyuan spread his legs and sat on the main seat domineeringly.

There was a small chair beside him, and the woman in purple was sitting on it, and her lips were open and closed, and she was talking about something.

Emperor Xuanyuan nodded from time to time.

Mu Yi's eyes flashed.

No wonder the system asked her to solve the purple clothes, it turned out that the purple clothes would reduce the blackening value of Xuanyuan Emperor Hong.

Someone is watching themselves!

Mu Yi followed his instinct and looked over and saw the silent General Han Yahan.

Han Ya's eyes did not dodge or hide, and when he saw Mu Yi looking over, he nodded with a serious face.

Mu Yi smiled.

Servants are like masters.

In the past, Han Crow had a cold temperament, and in the end he was still a little popular, and after mixing with Emperor Xuanyuan for a long time, Han Crow became more and more like Shura.

System: Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's blackening value +20, +20, +20......

Belch?!

Why did you suddenly rise on your own again?

Mu Yi looked at Emperor Xuanyuan in confusion.

saw Xuanyuan Emperor Hong carrying an empty teapot and looking at him coldly.

Mu Yi hurriedly stepped forward and took the teapot in Xuanyuan Dihong's hand to make tea.

After Mu Yi retreated, Emperor Xuanyuan glanced at Han Ya quietly.

Han Ya's figure froze suddenly, and sat on the seat with his eyes down, his gaze no longer daring to move.

When Mu Yi made tea and entered the tent, the generals were still analyzing and summarizing the experience of this victory.

Mu Yi poured a cup of tea for Xuanyuan Dihong, and was about to retreat, but Xuanyuan Dihong spoke.

Mu Yi paused slightly.

"One foot. ”

Mu Yi raised his eyes and saw Xuanyuan Emperor Hong taking a sip of the teacup leisurely, turning around with his eyes down, and standing behind Xuanyuan Emperor Hong.

She knew what Emperor Xuanyuan meant.

When he returns, he shall not be far from him.

The woman in purple saw that the two of them were eyebrows, interacting intimately, and almost crushed a mouthful of silver teeth.

This time, with a heavy armoured army, they not only repelled the attacking enemy, but also took two cities.

The power of the heavy armor can be seen in general.

Mu Yi was bored, poured a cup of tea for everyone, quietly retreated, and came in with a teapot not long after.

Xuanyuan Dihong looked at the petite figure that quietly walked in through the gap in the tarpaulin, the corners of his lips were slightly curled, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Mu Yi put down the teapot, went to the corner, and found a low stool to sit down - it was Xuanyuan Dihong's footrest.

Mu Yi sat down unconcernedly.

Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's eyes suddenly became sharp, his face was pale, and the general who was speaking suddenly choked in his throat and knelt down unconsciously.

Xuanyuan Dihong didn't say anything, didn't let him get up, glanced at him, and said coldly, "Go on."

"Yes. The red-armored general replied in a trembling voice, "...... The two generals of the Second Army and the Third Army have already arrived at Huilun City and Changqi City. ”

These two cities have just been taken.

Just captured the city, it needs to be garrisoned by elite soldiers.

Xuanyuan Dihong looked at the teacup in his hand.

The Xuanyuan family is unwilling to pass on the country to him, he can fight one himself!

Raise your hand.

Drink the tea in the cup.

Inadequate.

The corners of Emperor Xuanyuan's chapped lips pursed.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the petite figure stumbling to his feet, quietly changing a large teacup, taking the small teacup in his hand, and placing the hot tea in his palm.

The warmth in the palm of his hand flowed along the muscles and veins, and Xuanyuan Dihong felt that the whole person became comfortable to iron.

The figure of purple clothes dancing around him appeared in front of him again, thinking of her waist that was not holding a single hand, and remembering her focused and serious eyes when she looked at him.

At that time, she regarded him as the world's favorite......

Xuanyuan Dihong's fingers moved slightly.