The Yellow Turban soldiers were shocked: "'Metropolitan Governor'? You killed it?! ”

Ling Xiaohan was stunned when he saw the Yellow Turban soldiers, so he took advantage of the situation to press the handle, walked to the horse, picked up the sleeve knife, and waved it twice out of thin air:

"I'll kill it like this, that SB will hang, it's really not difficult."

The Yellow Turban Soldier looked at Ling Xiaohan in a daze.

Five minutes later, Ling Xiaohan rode his horse, and the Yellow Turban soldier led the way with a sleeve knife in front of him.

It was not easy to walk on the mountain road at night, but the yellow turban soldier looked at the light car and was familiar with the road, and Ling Xiaohan scolded in his heart:

"What a pretend B! I also said that the road is not familiar! ”

When it was almost dawn, the Yellow Turban soldiers took Ling Xiaohan to the canyon before.

The valley was filled with fog, but there was no crisp and cool air in the early morning, and only the disgusting smell of corpses could be smelled.

Ling Xiaohan covered his nose and looked down the mountain - through the mist, he could see that the bottom of the valley was in a mess, the corpses were all over the canyon, and the word "Ling" on the flag that fell to the ground was faintly recognizable, but it looked very dazzling and sad at this time.

The stench kept digging into his nostrils, and he didn't want to linger any longer, so he turned back to the Yellow Turban and said:

"You shout down to see if there's anyone alive."

The Yellow Turban soldier looked puzzled: "It's been a night, and there can't be anyone alive." ”

Ling Xiaohan raised his eyebrows: "If you want to shout, shout, what nonsense!" ”

The Yellow Turban soldiers didn't dare to be stubborn, so they shouted twice at the top of their voices.

The echo echoed through the valley, and if there were any living people, they would surely be heard.

Ling Xiaohan listened carefully, a little disappointed.

Suddenly, there was a slight response from the bottom of the valley, which sounded like a female voice.

Ling Xiaohan was overjoyed: "Someone! ”

The Yellow Turban soldier was also taken aback, and looked down the valley in disbelief.

Another sound came, and this time it was confirmed that it was indeed a female voice.

Moreover, this female voice, Ling Xiaohan felt a little familiar, just like the maid who fed him before.

Ling Xiaohan was overjoyed, and looked at the Yellow Turban Soldier proudly: "Look, what I said!" And alive! ”

The Yellow Turban soldier misjudged, so he naturally smiled: "Yes, yes." ”

The two men went down the hill to the bottom of the valley, and found the maid in the corner of a very hidden boulder.

The maid huddled in the dark cracks, shivering.

Ling Xiaohan hurriedly asked the Yellow Turban soldiers to pull her out, and the maid saw that it was Ling Xiaohan, and hurriedly knelt down: "The slave has seen the general...... I thought I would never see the general again in this life......"

After saying that, he whimpered, and the weak cry was pitiful.

Ling Xiaohan hurriedly helped her up, looking at her grizzled appearance, he was very happy in his heart - this maid looked well-behaved, and she was the one he had scored high in his heart before.

Even if he is unkempt now, he can't stop that bit of appearance.

The purpose of coming here had been perfectly achieved, and Ling Xiaohan didn't want to stay any longer, so he got on his horse, let the maid sit in front of him, and ordered the Yellow Turban soldiers to continue to lead the horses and leave here.

The Yellow Turban soldier asked Ling Xiaohan where he was going, and Ling Xiaohan didn't know where his flank soldiers and horses were, so he recalled that Zhou Cang seemed to have mentioned the ambush soldiers sneaking up on his flank soldiers and horses before, and pointed in a direction.

However, the camp was also far from here, and he had forgotten which direction he was pointing, so he guessed a little, and then pointed in a direction that he thought should be right.

The Yellow Turban didn't dare to disobey, but he looked reluctant.

Along the way, Ling Xiaohan didn't feel bored anymore, he gently wrapped his arms around the maid, and from time to time he could smell the faint warm fragrance on the maid's body, which made him feel as if he had returned to the good old days when he was surrounded by a group of maids when he first set off.

Walking to noon, passing by a stream, Ling Xiaohan got off the horse and rested, the maid washed her face with stream water, and after washing the dust off her face, her immature face that was white and red appeared again, which made Ling Xiaohan even happier.

The Yellow Turbans were so thirsty that they drank several large mouthfuls of water.

Ling Xiaohan was also thirsty, but he grew up in the city since he was a child, and he was not used to drinking these wild raw water at all, so he couldn't help it, so he asked the maid to scoop up a handful of stream water with her hands, and then fed him water with her hands.

Only by enjoying that kind of tenderness and sweetness can he dilute his disgust for drinking raw water - he can't help it.

The cool stream water flowed down the maid's slender and soft fingers into Ling Xiaohan's gaping mouth.

Ling Xiaohan squinted slightly, pretending to inadvertently move his head forward, and as soon as his mouth closed again, his lips naturally touched the tip of the maid's hand.

The maid subconsciously shrank her hand back slightly, her pretty face was slightly red, but she was still ashamed.

Ling Xiaohan swallowed the water in his mouth and smacked his lips: "Fragrant!" ”

After saying that, he laughed evilly, and wanted to do it again, and do it again.

As soon as he opened his mouth to lean in again, the Yellow Turban soldier screamed in disappointment.

"Over there...... Someone! ”

The maid and Ling Xiaohan were both startled, the maid looked back in panic, and Ling Xiaohan scolded unhappily:

"! What do you shout! ”

The Yellow Turban soldier looked nervously at the forest opposite: "I see there...... There are figures! ”

When the maid heard this, she looked over there in fright, and her face was pale.

Ling Xiaohan was bent on flirting, and shouted impatiently: "In this wilderness, there is a JB figure!" Grass! ”

After speaking, he took the maid's arm and said in a coquettish tone: "Quick, turn around, I haven't finished drinking yet!" Come again! ”

The maid turned around, and a blush suddenly appeared on her panicked face.

Ling Xiaohan smiled exaggeratedly: "Hehe......"

Before he finished laughing, he heard the Yellow Turban soldier call: "Ah! ”

Ling Xiaohan couldn't help it, got up and scolded the yellow turban soldier: "You stupid ......"

Before the letters at the back could be spoken, he noticed several figures in the woods opposite.

He hurriedly turned his head to look, and saw six or seven uncles in tattered clothes and obscene faces, holding short knives, looking this way.

To be exact, they looked at the maid, and there was a greedy look in their eyes, and some of them had their mouths open, and they had to keep their saliva out.

The maid turned her head and was so frightened that she hurriedly hid behind Ling Xiaohan.

Ling Xiaohan suddenly felt a sense of pride, and gently patted the maid's waist with both hands back: "It's okay, I'm here!" ”

The Yellow Turban soldier retreated again and again, apparently trying to escape.

Ling Xiaohan threatened: "If you dare to run, I will kill you!" Give me the weapon! ”

The Yellow Turban soldier hurriedly threw the Sleeve Knife to Ling Xiaohan.

The handle appeared, and Ling Xiaohan reached out to catch it, holding the handle steadily.

"Hey! Who are you, look! ”

Ling Xiaohan shouted.

"Hey......

The uncles laughed obscenely and walked over while laughing.