"Yuli, you immediately summon the elite soldiers in the house to rescue the third lady, chase!"

Xuanyuan Qi quickly untied the carriage cover, jumped up with his long legs, jumped on the horse, and chased in the direction where Murong Canghai and Su Yueming left.

"Drive! Drive! ”

Xuanyuan Qilin raised his horsewhip high and whipped it the horse's body, his face was solemn, his lips were pursed, and his brows were furrowed.

As a man, he naturally understood what the emotion in Murong Canghai's eyes meant.

The horse was running very fast, and before he had time to see the scenery on both sides, it had already flashed, and the whistling wind cut his face, and it hurt and hurt.

But these were not as painful as the anger emanating from Murong Canghai's body, she was placed in front of his horse, following the speed of the horse galloping up and down, the whole person seemed to be about to fall apart, her stomach churned uncomfortably, and she tried hard to suppress the disgusting feeling.

"Su Yueming, since you have the courage to betray me, you must have the courage to bear my anger." His cold voice, with a relentless coldness, came from above her head.

"Where are you taking me?" Su Yueming pressed his hand on the painful abdomen that was strangled and asked.

"Naturally, I want to take you back to Daqin, my princess of the Northern Courtyard." There was undoubted affirmation in Murong Canghai's voice.

What the?

"The last general will see the prince, the prince is a thousand years old and a thousand years old!"

The horse finally stopped, her hair loose and fluttering high in the wind, the black filaments streaked across his arms.

Ahead there was a tsunami-like sound of bowing, and in that voice was a deep worship of their master.

Su Yueming was shocked, and looked up with great effort, only to find that this was his people, all of the elites he had personally selected stood majestically on top of the horses, and the first of them was Murong Canghai's first close guard, Ying Lie.

"Lord Wang!"

His people are all the same as him, all of them are murderous, and they exude arrogance and arrogance.

The Great Qin Dynasty was prosperous, the king of the Northern Courtyard was high-spirited, and the form of the unity of the world was unstoppable!

The soldiers automatically gave way to a way, and the aura of Ling Ran in Murong Canghai's eyes was not hidden in the slightest, he raised the long sword in his hand, and said-

"Let's go, go back to Daqin!"

He is majestic, and his voice seems to have the momentum of destroying the withering and decaying, swallowing mountains and rivers, and inadvertently, it can be wiped out!

"The prince is a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"

The voice of support resounded in the heavens and the earth.

"Drive!"

The white horses galloped in the direction of Great Qin Shengjing, and his soldiers followed him at a gallop.

The dust in the sky rose high, bringing with it a gloomy atmosphere.

"You're crazy." Her heart trembled.

"I could have been crazier!" His voice was cold without any warmth, and he had said that his love could be as hot as fire, and his cruelty as cold as ice.

She was getting farther and farther away from the capital, and behind her, Xuanyuan Qilin, who was chasing after her, had long since disappeared.

No, no, she has not avenged her revenge, and she has to assist the crown prince to ascend the throne, at this moment, she must not leave the land of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"Put me down, I'm going back." She gripped his arm, nails digging deep into his flesh.

"Come down?" Murong Canghai looked down at him, the coldness in her eyes made her feel like she had been cut open by a cold blade, as if she had been frozen by a thousand-year-old glacier.

"Yes, I'm going back, let me down." She repeated her plea.