Amid the cheers in the sky, Qiao Le stood beside his brother, holding his hands behind his back aggrievedly. Boredom, she looked coldly at the grand occasion of the handover of prisoners of war not far away.

I saw five hundred forbidden troops riding forward, their armor gorgeous, their demeanor elegant, walking under the dawn sun, all shining with dazzling light.

It seems that every step is carried out with royal majesty.

However, when the five hundred forbidden troops of the royal family and the five hundred iron cavalry of the Northern Army looked at each other, Qiao Le couldn't help but shake his head.

Because without contrast, there is no harm.

On one side is the golden helmet and bright armor, the sword is as new, and on the other side is the wind and rain journey, killing and blood.

In just one photo, the gorgeous puppet show on the stage is clearly and clearly distinguished from the autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

And she understands this, and at this moment, Mu Peiyuan, the general who commands the forbidden army, seems to understand it too.

Because this general of the dynasty, who was deeply favored by the saints, was also calm at the moment, and he could only comfort himself and pretend to be indifferent.

As an elder, he could have put a high profile in front of Jun Yan, and he had the right to guide the juniors on the battlefield, and he was majestic.

But it wasn't until he rode his horse and led his troops that he realized that Jun Yan had no intention of handing him over in person. Standing in front of him was Long Qi, who was carrying a heavy sword.

And Jun Yan himself was tinkering with his silver visor in the back and putting it on silently.

Three giant wolves surrounded him, especially the silver wolf at the head, who was hanging his head and rubbing his master's sleeve violently.

Like, an enlarged husky.

Of course, this idea came from Qiao Le, who was watching.

And Qiao Le, who saw this, also happened to hear the decision of his brother and cousin on the side, and sure enough, they didn't plan to let Jun Yan go home.

After all, due to the needs of the plot, Jun Yan has to go to the Mu family for a while, so that he can spark with the heroine Mu Kite and form a real decent camp.

Sure enough, the discussion of the two villains caught up with the progress as scheduled in the next second.

"Now it seems that the Mu family should be the best choice."

Chu Qin weighed the pros and cons and said: "First, the Mu family is also a military general, and it is the same root as the king's mansion, and second, the Mu family and your cousin have a marriage contract, and you can also take advantage of this to go often." ”

"Not bad."

Qiao Xuan nodded, and there was already a calculation in his cold eyes.

And this matter, even if it is finalized.

It's exactly the same as Qiao Le imagined.

Raising his hand to support his forehead, Qiao Le couldn't help but sigh, sure enough, the villain is like a plot bulldozer, and all the intrigues and tricks are to push the plot in reverse.

In order to give the male and female protagonists the necessary to get along, as well as the opportunity to forcibly fall in love.

It's hard work and no return.

But when he thought of the plot that was going to happen next, Qiao Le was stunned.

Because the problem is big, very big!

Mu Kite's rebirth perspective, I don't know how much more things I know than her half-ass.

As for Jun Yan, he was so fierce that he copied his skills at will, and his combat effectiveness was off the charts.

Once the relationship between the two progresses and joins forces, they simply don't know how to lose.

What will their villain camp play when the time comes?

Playing with yarn?

Seeing the end of the handover of prisoners of war, his cousin Chu Qin led people step by step towards the Northern Army, and seemed to have thought of the rhetoric of the negotiation.

Always be prepared to jump into the fire pit yourself.

At this moment, Qiao Le panicked.

She felt that she had to find a way to solve the problem.

But how to solve it?

Countless thoughts converged in Qiao Le's mind, and suddenly, she had a flash of inspiration, and an idea jumped into her heart.

Ziyu, she still has a piece of Ziyu!