"Oh, you all have the man you like?" No matter how stupid Wang Manqiu is, it is impossible to ignore Xiao Jiao's evil eyes. When I think of it, Xiaojiao, who hangs the word 'husband' on her lips all day long, knows what Dajiao wants to say no matter how much she deceives herself.

Aren't these two girls only eleven or twelve years old? It's not my fault that it's grown so fast.

"Big brother, big brother, the people of the Eagle Group are back!" The shy Dajiao, like a house sparrow, looked at Wang Manqiu's meaningful eyes just now, and his heart was already ecstatic, but he hid behind him reservedly, hugged him tightly from behind, and shed tears before he spoke.

"Da Jiao, Da Jiao, it's not appropriate at this time, right?" He grinned habitually, and was about to turn around and give this little girl a big bear hug, but he felt that his face was extremely hot, and his mouth was not only incoherent, but even his own hands were not like those in Jiangning before, and he was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know where to put it.

This surprise was not trivial, "Ah......" He was in a hurry, struggling desperately.

"Husband!" The woman in her arms raised her head, but she had turned into the beautiful face of a young girl. Da Jiao held Wang Manqiu's back and back in her arms, her small chest gently rubbed back and forth, her face was filled with happiness, and she smiled gently: "Look, this is the time I can sleep, husband, my hands are tired, I will be in the future!" ”

I'll go! She understands all this, and she can't have fun next time.

Is this still a big girl? Wang Manqiu stretched out his hand ecstatically and hugged the beauty in front of him tightly. The little face of the puff puff is ruddy and cute, and the eyes, nose, and mouth are full of versions of the little beauty.

Concubine, I have a concubine, he lowered his head excitedly, and was about to kiss Dajiao's cheek, when he suddenly heard a terrible shout: "Prince Wang, be merciful!" ”

A whistling feathered arrow, lightning shot into his chest, instantly breaking through his stomach armor and heading towards his heart.

Death had taken him by the hand, and was about to take him away. The eldest Jiao in her arms suddenly opened her eyes, stretched out her pink jade hand and flicked her index finger lightly, the feather arrows were like blooming flowers in the air, and the wood slag flew all over the sky: "Husband, are you okay?"

His body shook violently, as if he had been electrocuted. In an instant, Mu Na muttered to himself: "I'm fine, how can I be fine." I can't die!! ”

"Husband, it's okay. Scared the hell out of me. ”

"Ahh Hands and feet frantically slammed into the void. It's like fighting with the sky, and there is an empty space in front of the brush

Liu Ruoying, who has not been seen for many days, appeared!

Do I have a grudge against her? As soon as we met, I wanted to kill someone. Although the fatal arrow did not hurt him, at this moment he was cold and sweating like rain. The whole body couldn't muster a trace of strength, and the throat was dry as if it was bursting. There was a sharp pain in his chest, almost cutting into the bone marrow, and the brush with death was so real and clear. Liu Ruoying in front of her seemed to be a different person, could it be that the second son of the Liu family died after being carried back! At present, there is only one reason, which will make Liu Ruoying lose her mind.

It can't be true, such a coincidence. That thing's physique is also very poor, is it a turn to die after being picked up by a group of.

Wang Manqiu gasped weakly, is the affection between him and Liu Ruoying really gone? In a trance, I remembered the battle at the foot of Huangshan that day. Endless slaughter, bright red everywhere, deadly feathered arrows, a small mountain village with the smell of blood in the air. Every trace of it appeared in front of his eyes.

With Liu Ruoying's first arrow, he shot. Behind her, a team of 1,000 people suddenly appeared. With arrows and bows, this pose is like a slaughterhouse.

A faint sigh sounded in his ears, and a faint fragrance wafted through his side. Wang Manqiu is mixed in with the refugees like yellow grass everywhere, like a drop in the sea. Not far away, a bright bonfire lit, bright red and bright, crackling and sparkling. Those sergeants lined up to fight and ignite the feather arrows in their hands, this formation seemed to use fire.

"Who came up with this bad idea, this is to burn us alive!"

Wang Manqiu took off his armor and stomach, examined his wounds, and let out a long sigh. I want to move my body slightly. But I felt that my whole body was broken, and there was no pain in any place. Except that the fingers can move. Even a deviation of the neck is an extravagant hope. Although the feathered arrow did not have a chance to pierce him, it broke one of his flanks.

This time, it's completely over. He wanted to cry in his heart, but suddenly he wanted to laugh a little, and he could pick up a life in Liu Ruoying's hands. What's not to be happy about?

This girl regarded herself as the enemy who killed his brother, and she didn't fight when she met her, she killed her directly. In normal times, this is not her usual practice.

Wang Manqiu slowly lay down. Under the cover of the ragged refugees in the surrounding area, they began to move quietly and to the other side, the refugees were all wearing blue patches and patches under the dirty clothes, Wang Huabamen was like in an alley, the street was covered with a thick layer of flowers and plants, and Wang Manqiu was covered with this kind of clothes. He lay quietly among the flowers. Feather arrows flew down like rain and flowed past him, and there was a crackling sound in his ears, and the screams rang out over and over again.

The sun finally set in the west, and this corner of Xiangyang City had been burned by fire for three hours. No one in the city dared to stand up to put out the fire, and none of the other refugees who were affected fled without being left behind.

A woman dressed in a refined bearded robe, her bun was coiled up at will, the corners of her sleeves were lightly pulled, and the front hooves of a high-headed divine steed flew down, she held a golden horsewhip in her hand and slapped it gently, and the flying sparks fell on her clothes and buns, accompanied by a miserable scream, and her white jade-like face became even whiter.

Although she didn't wear her favorite red dress, Wang Manqiu was still so familiar with the plump and slender figure, and even a little more cordial. Her freshly washed red shirt was now covered with dust, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt human flesh.

Wang Manqiu's throat was dry, and with all his strength, he called out softly: "Princess Huazheng ......"

The buzzing sound was as light as a mosquito, and even he couldn't hear it clearly. The woman in red, as if she had been pointed, was stunned, holding the long sword in her hand, and flew down in front of him with a "snap". She shook a black head, and she was greeted by the sparkling eyes of a thief star.

Her bright red lips twitched slightly, and she suddenly cradled the black wood-like humanoid object. The jade-like crystal feet stepped on the sound of the wind in the black ground, like the sound of the wind in the black mountain pass, and the sound of horses' hooves disappeared.