Just when Tang Ning and Lin were eating breakfast and pulling homely cooking, in the mountains dozens of miles away, under the leadership of Ximen Yichen, a mighty mountain digging operation had begun, and the big movement alarmed countless birds in the jungle, they fluttered their wings and circled above the heads of Ximen Yichen's group, curiously looking at this group of inexplicable human beings, these people are all Ximen Yichen's dead soldiers, the prince asked them to dig, they were going to dig, no one asked what was the so-called thing, they only had one belief in their hearts, It is to remove the mountain in front of him for the prince......

Where is she? Where the hell is she?

Staring at the mountain in front of him with eagle-sharp eyes, every inch of Ximen Yichen's body was tense, and in his mind, the scenes that the two of them experienced in the dark cave kept emerging.

"Ximen Yichen, what is the first thing you want to do when you go out?"

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"The first thing I do when I go out is to have a big meal, and I'm hungry enough to eat a cow!"

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"Ximen Yichen ......"

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"Ximen Yichen ......"

Ximen Yichen felt that the voice echoed in his ears, and the tears of emotion finally couldn't help but fill his eyes, Tang Ning, Tang Ning, are you alive or dead......

Finally, when I met such a person, it was not easy, but when I waited for her, could it be that in the end, it was life and death parting, and I would never see each other?

No, no, Ximen Yichen's palms were clenched into fists, he didn't have any other thoughts in his mind, picked up the shovel beside him, and he rushed into the team that was digging the mountain in full swing, like a numb machine, repeating the same action, over and over again, spade after spade......

The eight-hundred-meter expedited book was quickly sent to the political core of the Tianlong Kingdom, the imperial city, after the Tianlong Emperor saw the book, the thunder was furious, in the court, he angrily threw the book to the court, after the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty saw the content of the book, all of them turned pale, and cold sweat couldn't help rolling down their foreheads like soybeans, especially those who left the king's faction, and their nervous hearts fluttered violently, how could they do such an impulsive thing?

"Father, the second brother is a general, but he has done such a reckless thing, and Qingyang County has not been won yet, I think he is not worthy of being the commander of the three armies at all!" The person who spoke was none other than Ximen Yifeng, the crown prince of the dynasty, wearing a gilded gold and jade royal blue brocade robe, the hem of the robe was embroidered with a crimson flame pattern, the edges and corners were distinct, and the heavenly court was full, but the narrow eyes flashed with the cold light of the yin owl, and the eagle nose that was different from ordinary people even exhaled the breath was arrogant, the thin lips were not slender, but only mean, and the corners of the mouth were not cordial, but contemptuous, and the face was full of indulgence in wine.

As the crown prince, the future heir to the imperial power, the most intolerable thing for him is the existence of Ximen Yichen, which is a great threat to him, as soon as Ximen Yifeng finished speaking, the princelings in the court began to play, they agreed that Ximen Yichen's approach this time should be heavily punished, and the military power in his hands should be withdrawn, they took care of themselves, and the Tianlong Emperor, who was sitting on the dragon chair, had already sunk, and his eyes were full of cold and cold light.

One day and one night, Ximen Yichen was like a clockwork machine, unable to stop his mechanical movements, all his subordinates, stopped all their movements and looked at their commander with tears in their eyes, among them, Zhang Feng and Ximen Yichen had the best relationship, he was Ximen Yichen's brother-in-law, but, at this time, he didn't dare to step forward to advise, because Ximen Yichen in front of him had lost his mind, what happened?

Could it be that he just watched him run out of energy and die?

"Lord Wang!" Zhang Feng grabbed the shovel in his hand, and his bloodshot eyes met Ximen Yichen, and then he hurriedly avoided it, exclaiming in his heart, oh my God, that look was too terrible, revealing a cold threat. Zhang Feng really wished that he could let go of his hand immediately, and then put it aside directly, not within the reach of these terrifying eyes.

"Let go!" The cold voice was as if it came from the eighteen layers of hell.

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"Let go!" The cold voice was already wrapped in strong anger, and the compelling cold mang was fixed on Zhang Feng's face with a spasmodic expression, Zhang Feng's muscles were twitching, and his scalp felt numb for a while, and his hand holding the shovel handle was involuntarily loosened, and then he held it tightly again, and said stubbornly: "Yuan, prince, take a rest!" ”

There was a plea in his voice, and at this time, the five hundred soldiers fell to their knees at the same time, shouting: "Lord Wang, please rest for a while!" ”

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"Lord Wang, please rest for a while!"

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"Take a break!"

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The sound of one after another echoed in the valley, Ximen Yichen's thick eyebrows were tightly wrinkled together, a lot of chaotic expressions flashed on his handsome face, his eagle-like eyes, with a long and long gaze in front of him The darkness with no end in sight, and finally, he said word by word: "Today, whoever stands in my way, die!" ”

There was silence, all the voices were silent, he looked at Zhang Feng, his thin lips opened lightly, "Brother, she is Hai Ritai!" ”

Rumble......

A thunderclap exploded in Zhang Feng's mind, Hai Ritai, Hai Ritai, the face of a woman who was overwhelmed by the country and the city floated in front of him, "Lord Wang, did you really, really find her?" ”

How is it possible, a woman who has been missing for five years, her clenched hand can no longer support her grip on it, slowly, slowly, little by little, as the closest person to Ximen Yichen, he deeply knows what the three words Hai Ritai mean to Ximen Yichen, and he can't find a reason, he really can't find any reason, and he can continue to hold on to those hands.

"Brothers, dig for me, keep digging, and keep digging this mountain for Lao Tzu!" Zhang Feng's hoarse roar filled the ears of everyone present, forgetting the hard work of digging the mountain for a day and a night, and not feeling the pain all over the body, everyone stood up again, digging, and kept digging, knowing that they could never stand up again......

On the opposite side of the mountain, the mountain wind rustled the treetops, a large number of black shadows, silently approaching little by little, half an hour later, hundreds of crossbowmen lying on the top of the mountain held sharp bows and crossbows aimed at the target, at the same time, another group of people are pushing the wooden cart slowly approaching, the wooden cart is piled with boulders, all of this, are carried out in secret, the following is a hot scene, did not notice that they have fallen into the enemy's carefully prepared trap, now, as long as an order, The boulder from above can crush those soldiers into meatloaf, and the bows and arrows that fall from the sky can shoot their bodies into a hornet's nest, "Ximen Yichen, today is your death!" The ghostly voice came out of a gorgeous sedan chair, the sun was shining, the blue sky and white clouds, such a clear sky, many people present unconsciously erected layers of hair, and felt that their bodies were wrapped in a cloud of yin wind.

The wind, wrapped in the dead cold, blew the hot sweat left by Ximen Yichen's body, the light, shining on the bronze forehead, shining on the bean-sized beads of sweat on the top of the glaze, suddenly, the mountains trembled, flying sand and stones, and a soldier close to Ximen Yichen pushed him away violently, "Lord Wang, be careful!" ”

As soon as his words fell, the rapidly falling boulder hit his back, and a mouthful of blood mist gushed out of his mouth, splashing Ximen Yichen's body, "Lord Wang, go quickly!" ”

Looking at Ximen Yichen, the faith he has been loyal to in this life, the corner of this soldier's bloodshot mouth bloomed with a poignant smile, it is enough to die for the prince!

Flying stones, sharp arrows, flooded around Ximen Yichen, there was a scream, blood, blood all over the sky, under his feet, converging into a river, looking up, the head looming from above, Ximen Yichen's bloodshot eyes were blowing a black hurricane, ambush?

"Everyone, flash into the woods!"

Ximen Yichen waved his long sword, split a boulder flying towards him, and led everyone to rush towards the dense woods, the other party did not lose a single soldier, Ximen Yichen's side has damaged more than half of the people and horses, and the rest are many seriously injured and dying, looking at these brothers who are born and die on weekdays with themselves, a trace of self-blame flashed in Ximen Yichen's eyes, and immediately, more turbulent waves rushed in his eyes, the soaring murderous aura shrouded around him, and his tall body with a sword blocked in front of everyone," Ben Shuai will definitely bring you back alive today! ”

"Lord Wang!" All the soldiers choked and called out to Ximen Yichen, and Zhang Feng, who was also covered in blood, stood beside Ximen Yichen, and said with a resolute face: "Lord Wang, you go first, leave it to me here, Ge Laozi, this group of turtle grandsons, dare to sneak attack, Lao Tzu has to skin them today and drink their blood!" ”

Seeing death as home, warriors, proud to be able to die on the battlefield, his Zhang Feng's life is the prince's, now the prince is caught in a trap, even if he gives up his life, he has to protect the safety of the prince, the soldiers around them are all asking for death, their only requirement is that Ximen Yichen can leave, they are here to delay each other's time, as long as they pass through this wood, not far away, is to see their base camp.

Ximen Yichen was silent, his thin lips as sexy as a knife tightly pursed into a thin breeze, "Who do you think of me Ximen Yichen?" The cold voice spit out from Ximen Yichen's mouth, present, many soldiers left tears, this is the person they are willing to give their lives, because he is worth it, a person who will not let go of his brother and flee for his life alone until he dies, this is where the hearts of the people belong, the commander of the three armies, the three armies are obedient, and the soldiers have one heart.

"Wipe away your tears and kill me!" Ximen Yichen is a Shura, a red-eyed Shura, facing the black-clothed man who rushed towards him with a knife, he took the lead to meet it, and the two black-clothed people went straight to Ximen Yichen's heart and throat one left and one right, the sword was like lightning, and the other black-clothed people quickly sealed all the angles that Ximen Yichen could escape from everywhere.