"What?" The girl didn't look like someone trained as an assassin, and the surprise on her face wasn't casually faked, could it be that she guessed wrong, she wasn't the one who wanted to take her last name? So why would she go out of her way to reach herself? Could it be that the success or failure of the mission did not matter to her at all? How is this possible! Even if you think about it with your toes, the 'big-chested' general of the three antis will not bet on such a stupid killer, although he doesn't look down on that guy very much, but as an opponent, he still respects the person who has always 'cared for him', and this new scar on his body is also due to him.

Seeing his pale face, the girl stopped in an instant, the voice was so weak, the weakness didn't look like it came from a general who commanded tens of thousands of troops. Only then did she realize the dark red puddle under her feet, the red liquid that curved like a crescent moon gathered more and more, and soon spread to her feet, as if alive, the few tentacles that had been separated stretched out towards her.

"Ahh Before she could let out a low exclamation, the girl dodged the puddle of red water like a frightened fawn, and the tent was dim, and who could detect the faint smell of blood? The girl's face was solemn, as if she was confirming a fact, and her tone was complicated as if she was not sure: "Are you injured?" ”

There was no answer, and the man he was supposed to take his life had already fallen on the scarlet carpet, and there was no trace of blood in his pale face.

"You" The girl reached out and slowly nudged the man, as if wondering if he was lying to herself, and moved more slowly to the end where the long sword was placed, and suddenly pounced and held the cold in her hand tightly. For some reason, the sword was held in the man's hand as if it had taken root, and it took her a lot of effort to snatch it up.

After doing all this, the girl gasped and retreated to the farthest corner from the door, staring at the person lying on the desk motionlessly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly stretch out a hand and snatch the sword in her arms and hold the murderous weapon in her arms, not knowing that the sword had killed tens of thousands of people, she was just thinking about finding something to snuggle up to suddenly feel an inexplicable cold.

"Hey!" This was the first time her heartbeat finally eased up, "You don't want to pretend!" I'm going to be angry?! ”

No one answered, and the man lay quietly on the desk as if he were asleep.

From here, you can clearly see the pale face, the two sword eyebrows are tangled together, and the lower lip is also tightly bitten, as if he is afraid that as soon as he releases it, he can't help but scream, but for some reason, the corners of his mouth are unexpectedly slightly raised, as if he remembered something interesting, revealing a line of white teeth.

"Hey, wake up, you're injured, you should go to the doctor as soon as possible, why are you still here"

Although she didn't know how this person would punish herself, at least the reckless impulse at that time gradually dissipated in the long wait of tension and fear, she never thought that she was going to kill someone, and she never thought of hurting other people, if it weren't for this high-spirited face that was so arrogant to snatch everyone's winter rations, she wouldn't have come up with such a way to get close to him. Perhaps she thought that as long as she killed him, the soldiers and generals would all scatter and leave, so that they could get back the food that had been hoarded in the barracks—she had no idea how she had come up with this idea, she had no idea how stupid she had been.

The hand holding the long sword slowly loosened, and the clenched fist slowly stretched out, and a short silver hairpin lay quietly in the palm of her hand, as if mocking her weakness and emitting a faint light.

"Then what's the solution, he's so fierce that he comes up and attacks people and doesn't even give him a chance to speak, I just took a little precaution, this shouldn't be nothing, Bodhisattva?" The girl silently prayed to the god in her heart, and muttered to herself as if to excuse herself.

The faint voice of "water" began to disturb people's heartstrings again, and even though he had just pulled out his knife in anger and slashed him, and looked at the pair of dark eyes that seemed to be bottomless, he did not see a trace of panic. As if he already knew what he was going to do next, he just raised his hand and lightly touched the sharp blade, and he couldn't grasp the heavy hilt. In her opinion, he was so confident at that time, confident that he would not hurt him at all if he was really an assassin in disguise, but now he looked so fragile that even an untrained person could easily put him to death.

The girl sighed faintly, and casually reinserted the silver hairpin that could vaguely distinguish the traces of the medicinal juice soaking, as if she was afraid that he would jump up again and walk over gently like she had just done with herself, stretched out her hand and pushed: "Hey! ”

As if awakened by hearing her voice, a cold hand suddenly locked her throat, and the other, which was almost as cold as ice, quickly wrapped around her lips, blocking the exclamation she could not help crying out.

"Don't be silent," the general's breath was so close that he could smell the heavy smell of blood on his body if he was close. In that momentary staring at each other, staring at the pair of dark pupils that seemed to be a cloud of ink that had not been enlightened for a long time, his face reflected in it was so pale, and the horror on his face was pale, as if he was a small beast that had hurriedly fallen into the hunter's net, waiting helplessly for the coming fate.

"It's you," as if a long time had passed, the general's face faintly regained a hint of blood, and his pupils were no longer the cold color that seemed to completely devour people's souls. The girl could even feel from her body that had just regained consciousness that his body temperature was no longer so cold, but it was just as cold and scary. Although the murderous aura that seemed to lock him in completely just now was still lingering around him, the hand that was choking his throat gradually loosened.

"It's you," the general repeated as if he were reconfirming the machine, as if the final result was not as satisfactory as he had imagined, he frowned, and small lines clearly appeared in the center of the two sword eyebrows: "Why are you here?" ”

The tone was as kind as an older brother reproaching his sister for not risking her to go deep into the woods to pick mushrooms. The girl's eyes looked at his pale face, as if she had been refusing to take her face off for a long time as the only thing that was sure to arouse her cherishment. At that moment, she realized that the general was not the murderous general rumored outside, he was just 'him', a wounded man.

"You're hurt," his gaze was as clear as autumn water, and there seemed to be no color in his black pupils, but for some reason, the girl's face remained in it, as if it had never left. Not daring to look at him again, the girl looked at the wound that had not yet been wrapped, the large, ugly scar like a mouth with a strange grin, and some scarlet liquid slowly flowed from there.

"I didn't," he suddenly pushed the girl away, and the hand that covered her mouth at some point continued to prop up weakly on the desk as if it had never moved, the only difference was that there was an extra white cloth in his right hand. The gentleness just now seemed to be just a dream that had already been done, leaving only the coldness that wrapped around the fingertips.

"The wound will fester," the girl grabbed his hand urgently, trying to see the terrible wound again.

Maybe she was still thinking about what to do to ensure that the wound healed in the shortest possible time? A thought jumped into my head inexplicably. How is it possible, she is the one who wants to kill her, even if she is so kind, she will not want to save someone who may kill her in the future.

"Don't move," the girl's tone revealed a stubbornness that would not give up until the goal was achieved, and a hand that seemed to be warm and wet with moisture was a little like an unreasonable child, and firmly grasped his right hand. He laughed secretly in his heart, just now he was semi-forcing to press her hand to prevent her from struggling, but now she was holding on tightly to prevent that hand from moving, it was really strange, could this be the latest killer trained by that person in the enemy formation? I'm afraid that everyone who sees her will think that she is not like a butcher, but like a doctor.

He didn't want to let himself think about it anymore, but the warmth coming from that hand made him feel very comfortable, if he continued like this, he would be melted, he thought with some expectation and some disappointment, he couldn't help laughing at himself, but his hands were stained with blood and his heart had already become as solid as a rock, such a trace of warmth might be able to melt the ice of the thirty-nine days, but how could a stone feel warm again?

"I'm not hurt," just a gentle wave of her hand, she would leave like a bird with broken wings, even now himself, he absolutely believed that he had this strength, but why did he talk to her like a calculating businessman? Is it just to cover up your weakness? He smiled, it was impossible to think about it, as the most powerful general under the King of Tru, his bravery was as well known as his silence. In normal times, he would never say so much to a person of unknown origin, but since he couldn't help but make that bet with himself, he suddenly became interested in this girl that he had never been interested in.

Maybe that's why I made that bet? She had always been merciless to the enemy, and she would even think of putting a person who was suddenly going to kill her into a tent, and she saw the wound that she didn't want outsiders to know about now. At that time, the bet with himself was, if she was indeed sent by the enemy to take her surname - then let her take it, more than five years for himself to build countless cities for the king of Ji, one by one to expand the territory, the head of the self-established king in a wooden box sent back, the rabbit died and the fox was sad, he had already thought that there would be such a day, the king of Ji's kindness to himself, now it should be almost paid off. But even if he didn't know what had happened when he passed out, he only had to look at the pale face of the unqualified assassin beside him to know that she must not have thought of killing herself. He would never have thought that the most dangerous person on the enemy side would put a merciful assassin to assassinate him at a critical moment, just as the wound on his left side of the abdomen would suddenly heal on its own tomorrow. If the guy who has always been regarded as the only opponent in his life is such a person who believes in the Bodhisattva, then he is not worthy of being his opponent.

Sometimes that's how it goes, and it always goes in an unexpected direction, like I never thought there would be a third ending like this. First, she wasn't an assassin, and second, she didn't want to take her last name, but she seemed to care more than she did. Third, even though she was just an outsider who had nothing to do with the battle situation, she still managed to approach herself in an unbelievable way. If he hadn't been able to laugh at all now, he would have asked the girl next to him, "Do you really want to be insulted by me to send you to the door?" ”

"Does it hurt?" Although she had been wiping the bruises from the wound with the utmost gentleness, the burning pain of the earthen soju pouring on the wound still made him bite his lower lip. What a woman who can do superfluous things, he gritted his teeth and thought in his heart, with his identity, even those so-called famous doctors did not dare to casually pour the pot of soju on themselves for comparison, this woman dared to make such a heavy hand, hum, what python Chaozhi general Gongsun Yu, is the only thing he can do is to let a person assassinate him first, and then send a woman over to treat his injuries and kill himself by the way? The gritted teeth made a sharp grinding sound, and he gradually fell to the side unsupportably, and in the end, he didn't forget to smile at the girl who was stunned and looked at him: "You are really not a qualified doctor." ”――

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That's how I got to know him. I can't say it's bland, but at least I remember how arrogant and ignorant I was against him, staring at his eyes that seemed to have some kind of magical power, I tried not to fall into his deep eyes that seemed to cover the sky, and even I was surprised in my heart with the disdain on my face: "Humph! I'm not going to be a doctor for you! "I didn't know his name at the time, but when I found him staring at me intently, I still felt a sweet touch in my heart.

The two armies are facing each other, and even if he tries his best to block the news, how can the Mastiff King not know where his only precious daughter has gone? At that time, he could no longer care about the armistice agreement reached by the two sides, and vigorously transferred one after another brave and warlike phalanxes, and the war horses with snorting were neatly lined up outside the camp of the king of Gaul, and the shouts of hundreds of thousands of people were like the rolling waves of the flood peak, as if in the next moment the camp of the king of Gaul would collapse in the huge waves, the soldiers guarding the camp covered their ears one by one, squatted down with a pale face, and the sharp weapons fell to the ground, although the courage of the Gauls was unparalleled in the world, but in front of the mastiff king, But he could only send someone to send a peace letter with a gray face, and even the messenger who still wanted to argue with reason could only kneel down in front of the mastiff king.

The Mastiff King's request couldn't be simpler, and he sneezed in a rough voice: "Just send my good daughter out unharmed," his expression was very confident, as if he was not worried about my safety at all, but was considering whether I could be so confident in front of him in the next moment. That's right, who can not buy the mastiff king's account? If anyone dares not to give him face, then he will face the 200,000 sharp sabers behind the mastiff king.

Before the herald could rush into the tent, I heard his laughter, "It seems that if I don't send you out this time, the mastiff king will probably rush in and kill me himself." ”

I was startled, and was about to say something, when the man who had been by his side came in with a bad face, holding in his hand the mastiff king's oracle that I was most familiar with, the kind of grass-blue silk brocade, which I had played with before.

"The Mastiff King wants his daughter back, right?" The new king of Gaul said lightly, and the young man who had just come in also stared at me silently with a frown, he probably wanted to think of a reason to persuade the mastiff king to continue the truce with Gaul while returning me. Even I know that this kind of thing is impossible, and now the mastiff king is a tiger in anger, and everyone knows that it is an unwise choice to annoy a tiger at such a time.

"What are you going to do?" The new king of Gaul even lifted his eyelids, "What else can I do, just send her out - she's not hurt." ”

"But to ask us for people in this tone of voice to our subordinates is simply too deceitful!" Another young man angrily threw the Qingjin in his hand on the table, "You can swallow this breath, but I can't swallow it!" ”

I didn't like the guy in the green clothes and white shirt for a long time, and I naturally didn't give in at the moment, "Usually, this kind of thing should be said by those lost dogs, right?" ”

The young man in the green shirt and white shirt immediately turned red, and I didn't look at his face at all, and continued: "If you can fight, why should you be humiliated; If not, what does it matter if you receive even a small insult? The big husband can bend and stretch, if he can't even endure such a small thing, then how can he become a big thing in the future! ”

He looked at me with his mouth wide open, as if I was a freak and had never closed his mouth for a long time. Not only him, but even the people who had been buried in the huge military map looked up at me, and there was a gleam in their eyes that was not disguised at all.

"It is worthy of being the daughter of the mastiff king, it is really rare for a woman to have this insight, Brother Wang, you have to study hard with him." The man who had been sitting behind the desk suddenly had a smile on his face, and it seemed that even the twitch at the corner of his mouth had become very small. While no one else noticed, I knew that his wound must have opened again.

He was so careful to hide the fact that he was injured, and he was casually supporting the banner of the golden lion in Gaul, although it would dry his blood, although he knew that he could no longer hold on, although he knew that if it were not for the support of the flagpole, he would have fallen down long ago, but he still held on day by day, and when he could no longer hold on and wanted to give up, he saw the worship in the eyes of the solemn-faced generals in front of the big tent, but he never let go of his weak hand.

Maybe the day he survived until he fell was the relief he was looking forward to, or maybe he thought that an assassin could end his life even when he was dreaming, but he didn't expect that it would be me who waited.

The first time I looked at his face in the tent, I could no longer remember the purpose of coming here, his gaze was so deep, with a hint of sadness, as if his own soul was also struggling with pain and contradictions, tormented by endless karmic fire. It was the first time I discovered his secret when I saw him faint uncontrollably, and it was also the first time that I knew how vulnerable the young and heroic general who had held out in front of my father's army for a month was so fragile. For the first time, I put away my desire to teach him a lesson. The princess who was supposed to stay in the tent of the Khan all day long would only cause trouble, and when she saw that arrogant guy would be so flamboyant and break off with the big hero father in her heart, she came to that person's camp alone to teach him a good lesson, and her only wish now is to pray that God can let the young man in front of her live safely.

She knew his tiredness, his happiness, and his helplessness and pain hidden in the invisible side of others. Now the overall situation has been decided, although he has just formed an alliance, but as the commander of the army, how can he expose any trace of pathology in front of his subordinates at this juncture, not to mention that his father has always been very jealous of him, if he didn't take advantage of anything this time, how could he form an alliance with her so quickly, in case the news that he was seriously injured spread, then the mastiff king would definitely tear up the peace agreement without scruples, let the 200,000 iron horsemen cover it up together, and get rid of this henchman once and for all. At that time, not only him, but even all the soldiers in this camp had no chance of being spared. (To be continued.) )