Hearing this, Yu Jue just smiled lightly and did not respond, confronting Huo Ling.

Huo Xun looked at him, then at Huo Ling, and finally fell silent.

Suddenly, there were many women's shouts and swords outside, and everyone's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden noise, Duan Jingke, who had been stunned, hurriedly walked to the door of the tent and looked out.

"What's wrong?"

Duan Chun also walked over and asked hurriedly.

Outside, a Central Plains woman in a pink dance dress had fallen to the ground, with an arrow in her vest, her face was smiling slightly, her eyes were closed, and she looked as if she was dying peacefully.

Huo Ling also saw this scene, and the dancers behind the woman all had panicked expressions, looking like a plate of loose sand, without the backbone, crying out sadly.

"Don't cry! If you want to escape, that's the end! ”

A Xiongnu general withdrew his bow and arrows in the stiff Central Plains dialect, and he paced back and forth, looking at the group of dancing girls from the Central Plains.

"If the dancer is dead, you're useless......"

As he spoke, he looked around at the Hun soldiers who were staring maliciously at the group of young women.

"I'll go for her!"

Huo Ling didn't know when she stood up, Duan Jingke went to pull her sleeve, but she didn't pay attention.

Yu Jue stepped forward directly and grabbed Huo Ling's shoulder, "You're crazy!" ”

"Nope!"

Huo Ling struggled to break away from him, and in the middle of the camp in the distance, Mao Dun Yingge walked out of it, it was the camp of the Da Yan clan, it seemed that Ying Ge had just finished watching his mother come out.

From a distance, he also noticed the situation here, and noticed that Huo Ling, who was extremely fierce at this moment.

He watched quietly for a moment and walked in their direction.

"Even now, I don't see any more emotions in you, if something happens to me, will you still be so calm?"

Huo Ling grabbed Yu Jue's arm with his backhand and asked quickly.

"Huo Ling......"

Yu Jue looked at her with a frown.

Huo Xun stepped forward and pulled Huo Ling in front of him, "Don't take risks!" ”

Suddenly let go of his arm, Yu Jue leaned forward slightly, and turned his head to look at Huo Ling, at this moment, Huo Ling was disgusted with Yu Jue, unspeakable hate, but it was another kind of attachment that could not be parted.

"What's wrong?"

It was the Hun language, and Mao Dun Yingge had approached the group of Hun soldiers.

The leading general heard Yingo's questioning and respectfully explained the ins and outs of the matter.

The lead dancer of the dancers who celebrated the birthday of the Da Yan clan was killed when she tried to escape, and the woman in front of her, who General Tu had brought back from Fengyuan County, wanted to take her place in order to save the lives of the other dancers.

Ying Ge turned his head to look at Huo Ling, and Huo Xun grabbed Huo Ling's wrist and pulled it behind him.

"Haha, why not, if your performance satisfies my mother, I'll let you go back!"

After Ingo finished speaking, he turned to the general and said something, the general nodded, and Ingo turned to leave.

Duan Jingke rushed up and hugged Huo Ling, almost crying.

"Fortunately, there is no danger, Ling'er, it's okay......"

Huo Xun and Yu Jue both looked at the direction in which Ying Ge left, not knowing what they were thinking.

Approaching evening, a few Hun maids walked into noon with dance clothes, makeup mirrors and rouge, and Ying Ge arranged an independent camp for Huo Ling, walked in front of Huo Ling and bowed slightly.

"I, Ajani, she, the bones"

, The Central Plains dialect can only pop out of their mouths one word at a time, these two waitresses are typical of the appearance of Hun women, with a strong sense of line but without losing softness, it looks like they are very good-looking.

"You guys?"

Duan Jingke leaned over and asked them first.

"Four Princes, We, Pie"

Ajani said.

Horling heard them mention Ingo, and when she saw the costumes, mirrors, and rouge they had brought, she reached out and stroked the fabric of the dress, which was fine silk.

"This material...... Was it robbed by the Huns from Yan or from Qin? ”

Duan Jingke also touched the fabric and sighed casually.

"It's from Yan Guo."

Huo Ling muttered back to her.