A few Hun captives not far away got up and wanted to rush over when they heard this, but they were quickly pressed down by the surrounding soldiers, and their mouths were screaming.

The other Hun captives seemed to be eager to take the plunge.

Liu Kuo stood up, waved in his hand, and a sword pierced through the most desperate Huns, Liu Kuo's seemingly light sword had such great strength, and suddenly the surroundings were silent.

Liu Kuo looked at this woman condescendingly, with a refined temperament, dignified and generous, although she didn't see her true face with her face covered, her appearance would not be bad.

But she is not very old, and when she heard Liu Kuo say this, although she pretended to be calm, her face turned white instantly, and her hands were clenched tightly.

Liu Kuo looked carefully, her hair was parted from the middle of the front, tied two hair roots, with two large beads on the hair roots, the hair drooped slightly, and decorated with red agate, wearing a fur hat with a brim, with a silver ring on it, jasper coral turquoise drooping along the circle, and a small silver bell hanging from its end, looking like a star, magnificent and gorgeous.

She wears a cotton robe with a tunic style shoulders is sky blue, gorgeous, delicate, and relatively tight, showing the slenderness and toning of her figure, and wears a long shoulder with exquisite workmanship, and its silver trim and buckle sewing, loose hem and belt color are very particular, and pink satin is decorated with belt drapes, which is flexible and elegant.

After some temptation and observation, Liu Kuo already knew her identity.

Liu Kuofu squatted down again, narrowed his narrow eyes, with a hint of bewitchment in his voice, and said slowly to the woman in Xiongnu language: "If my good brother dies, His Royal Highness will let all of you Huns who are here now, whether male or female, old or young, be buried together, so you better pray that he is still alive." ”

If Liu Kuo is ruthless, he will be more ruthless than anyone else.

Liu Kuo stood up, looked around, and shouted arrogantly: "The class teacher returns to the camp." ”

"Take this woman back and send her to my tent first." Liu Kuo seemed to say it to his sword-wielding guards, and it sounded like he was saying it to everyone.

Wen Xiaomiao woke up in a daze, the back of her neck was sore, Wen Xiaomiao subconsciously reached out and rubbed it.

"Xiao Miao, I'm really sorry to hurt you, Shuang'er, this kid is too unpleasant, how do you feel now?" Lian Shuang's mother looked at Wen Xiaomiao with a guilty face, because more than half of the morning had passed, Wen Xiaomiao hadn't woken up yet, and even Shuang's mother was afraid that Wen Xiaomiao would never wake up again.

"Auntie, I'm a little dizzy, and my neck is uncomfortable." Wen Xiaomiao said weakly.

Even the double hands are not light, maybe to make it more realistic.

Wen Xiaomiao's time of dizziness is really not short, plus Wen Xiaomiao has been overloaded and tired for two days, so he has slept until now.

"Hey, why am I here? What about Sister Shuang'er? Wen Xiaomiao asked knowingly.

"Yesterday a twin knocked you unconscious, she changed your clothes and ran away from home, and we haven't found her yet." When Lian Shuang's mother saw Wen Xiaomiao remember, she reached out and pressed her. "You rest for a while, and then get up again when you don't faint at all." Lian Shuang's mother was afraid that Wen Xiaomiao would fall.

As soon as she heard this, Wen Xiaomiao was relieved, and she ran away successfully, and she was secretly happy in her heart.

"Ah, by the way, how was the fight?" Wen Xiaomiao is now the first thing she cares about.