Just like this, in a comfortable half-asleep, Xiao Yu still heard from time to time that there was a thin voice, outside the car window, constantly asking for something:

"Master, in the southwest direction of our convoy, it seems that this team of unidentified murderous masters is ambushing. Please show the host. ”

"With the right flank guards annihilated, only one or two live mouths are allowed to be left, and they will go back to report the news!"

Shaking the scroll in his hand, Nangong responded indifferently.

That look was like that of a chef, instructing those who were doing chores in the kitchen under his command to slaughter a few heads of livestock today, without the slightest reluctance to disobey him.

After a moment of heat, the thin voice sounded again:

"Master, in the direction of the left front, a large number of black cavalry are approaching!"

"Send out all the Left Guards, kill them all, and leave not one behind!"

Prince Nangong's response was still indifferent and resolute.

The pumpkin cart, which had been speeding forward, finally slowed down.

From the curtain of the beautiful white openwork float, from time to time there was a disgusting smell of blood.

Xiao Yu suddenly lost even a little bit of sleepiness at all, but she still buried her head in the pure white cloud quilt and continued to pretend to sleep.

Well, since someone is angry and clamoring to protect themselves, then, when trouble comes, it will annoy others for a while.

Left and right, in terms of his current skills, he should be far from being able to withstand this Nangong Protector God.

If you can sleep peacefully, then what are you going to do, get up and swing your knife forward?

I haven't seen anyone who just sleeps, and can still commit any royal law.

Quietly shaking his eyelashes, Xiao Yu thought calmly and quietly.

The sound of ping-pong swords in the distance seemed to be approaching a little closer.

The pumpkin cart that Xiao Yu was sitting in seemed to slowly stop.

The beautiful silver bells that adorned the four corners of the car were still thinking about it one by one, from time to time.

It's just that, in addition to the ubiquitous bloody gas, occasionally, there are also stray arrows, through the beautiful crescent-shaped window, "bang", flying into the carriage.

It's just that before they could cause actual damage, they had already been shot down by Nangong Wangye's direct wave of his sleeves and understatement.

Curled up in the soft silk quilt, listening to the sound of those weapons breaking through the air, Xiao Yu felt for the first time that it felt so good to hide behind others.

It's so good, I'm almost forgetting that originally, I also wanted to be like those people outside, and directly rushed to the front line.

I don't know how long it took, but the pumpkin cart parked in the middle of the road finally started slowly.

The prince of Nangong, who was still sitting quietly at the kang table, only changed his sitting posture slightly, and casually turned over another page of the file, still without speaking.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but turn over heavily.

In other words, she was always curled up and stiff like this, pretending to be asleep, and she really felt a bone headache.

Turning over the page of the dossier in his hand again, the prince of Nangong finally opened his mouth lightly:

"If you can't sleep, why don't you just sit up, talk in one place, and relieve your boredom?"

Being drunk by others is like a rich person pretending to be poor, or like a poor person desperately slapping his swollen face to show off his wealth, and when he is performing happily, he is suddenly lifted by someone's hole cards, which is somewhat embarrassing.

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