Why be grateful to him?

Because he made a great contribution to this victory!

During the siege of the city, Li Xueya was not in Wuyang City, and after he bravely rescued King Kang, he was really promoted, and was sent to the military camp outside the city to complete the new task assigned by King Kang.

But his "illness" is getting worse and worse.

Li Xueya couldn't hear the noise more and more, otherwise he would not be able to control his reason, he had realized that there was something wrong with his mentality, in the past, he was only proud of his martial arts talent and a family martial arts, but after others, he could still coexist with his colleagues amicably.

Now he can't do it.

The arrogance became more and more arrogant, and he gradually became an annoying person, even ...... Someone who even he would have looked down on before.

Li Xueya didn't dare to tell his colleagues about the situation, let alone let King Kang, who was bent on promoting him, know. He privately asked the doctor for treatment, but everyone told him innocently: There is no problem with your pulse, and the doctor with a more upright temperament directly told him that you are not sick.

At most, the doctor prescribed him a soothing soup and tactfully told him to pay attention to controlling his emotions and not to put too much pressure on himself.

Pressure? No, Li Xueya was already driven crazy by this situation.

The loud horns that sounded every day in the barracks, the uniform drills of the soldiers, and the habit of colleagues communicating at loud voices...... All of this has made the situation of Lixue Cliff worse and worse.

He tried to plug his ear holes with cotton balls, and he also tried to close his hearing by blocking the pulses, but to no avail.

In the end, the first wave of charges before the Mongols attacked the city became the last straw that overwhelmed him - Li Xueya was completely out of control.

Ahead, the defenders of Wuyang City are meeting the enemy.

In the rear, the commotion grew more and more chaotic.

When I turned around, I saw blood flying sideways, and the sound of the tip of the blade passing through the human body was endless.

The defenders of Wuyang City in front heard the noise and realized that there was an accident in the rear, but they made a wrong judgment: it was the Mongol army who went around their backs and attacked.

However, there was actually only one enemy in that gun shadow, a young man wearing the uniform of a general of Wuyang City.

His eyes were red, and he was rampage through increasingly loose formations, treating innocent soldiers one innocent soldier after another as enemies, strung on his spear, and the more people who died here, the more crazy he became.

Blood blurred his countenance, and his former allies and colleagues did not recognize him, and quickly made a second misjudgment: it was the Mongols who killed the generals of their army, and then put on this dress to deliberately cause trouble for them!

So, apart from him, are there any other Mongolians here?

Perhaps those people were also wearing the uniforms of the defenders of Wuyang City, but the Mongols had a special way of recognizing each other, and only regarded them, the real guards, as lambs to the slaughter.

At this tense juncture, doubts are gently spreading.

As Li Xueya once again plunged the tip of the gun into the heart of one of the guards, someone collapsed, and a scuffle began.

……

"This king only admires two women in his life, one is my forehead, and the other is you! Your poison is really powerful...... "King Meng sighed, in the Mongolian dialect, Etu is a title, that is, the meaning of mother.

He walked on Lan Shuying's left side, his hands behind his back, walking like a dragon, his thick beard shining in the moonlight.

The two walked almost side by side.

Even within the Mongolian people, who do not attach so much importance to etiquette, this is not very appropriate, but with her outstanding merits, the surrounding Mongolian warriors saw it and invariably chose to ignore it.

Lan Shuying is not averse to being praised by others, but she will not have any sense of accomplishment because someone in the lower plane really praises her, so she nodded and coped with a few words with a smile.

In the eyes of outsiders, they talked happily.

The moonlight was thick, and there was still the smell of blood in the wind.

Lan Shuying's pace slowed down, her instinct was that something was going to happen tonight.

"Li Xueya......" she took the initiative to mention the name.

King Meng immediately understood, and pointed his index finger in one direction.

"The man has been arrested, locked in the tent over there, and this king is about to lead you to see it."

Lan Shuying wouldn't blame him for why he didn't kill Li Xueya directly, this was her own request.

At that time, King Meng promised her: after breaking Wuyang City, he would take off the head of Li Xueya and give it to her.

But the aura of the protagonist of Li Xueya has not been broken, at most, it is dimmed because of the twisted plot that Wuyang City was broken, and he can still turn the tables.

At this time, on the surface, it seems that the Mongolian army has threatened Li Xueya's life, and there will definitely be a savior to save him from the sea of suffering.

For example, the earth dragon turned over, for example, the Yin soldier aisle, and then for example...... An old man with strong martial arts.

The moonlight was temporarily obscured by the clouds.

The sharp-eyed Mongolian sentry noticed that there was an extra person on the flagpole.

The man was tall and thin, dressed in a long robe and hunting.

The wooden pole hanging from the wolf flag was no thicker than a tiger's mouth buckle, and his feet were one behind the other, and the soles of his feet were firmly on the top of the wooden poles, standing firmly in the wind, and he was looking down at the tents here.

The light of the fire could only shine on his robe and white beard, and beyond that, his face could not be seen clearly.

Lan Shuying said faintly, "Someone has come to save him." ”

King Meng frowned: "This is also what you expected?" She knew that someone would come to her rescue, so she didn't let him kill the captive, and as for the purpose, it should be to fish out this person, "Who is he?" ”

"Sword Emperor."

King Meng was silent.

Lan Shuying thought about it, he would weigh it, is it worth it to fight with the master of the Divine Sword Palace for the sake of a meritorious hero?

To her surprise, King Meng's silence lasted only two breaths, and he strode forward and asked the people above to come down and speak!

The Sword Emperor fell silently, like a tooth of snowflakes, and his cold posture made him like an immortal on the clouds, he looked around lightly, and made a very clear demand: "Return the Li Xue Cliff to the old man." ”

King Meng laughed, he thought the word "yet" was very interesting.

"How did this king ever borrow this man from you?"

A gunpowder-flavored opening statement.

Lan Shuying stood quietly aside, like a delicate background board.

The Mongolian warriors have already shown their blades and stared at the Sword Emperor, no matter who they are, they will not flinch even if they know the identity of the comer, just wait for King Meng's order to kill him immediately!

The Sword Emperor is not a good negotiator.

Surrounded by the Mongolian army, the Sword Emperor untied his long sword and said slowly: "He is the old man's relatives and the next master of the Divine Sword Palace. Give the person to the old man, and all your next actions in the Central Plains, as long as you don't commit crimes in the Divine Sword Palace, the old man will not interfere. ”

He threw out his sincerity, but there was also sword intent in his eyes, if King Meng rejected his sincerity, he should use the blade in his hand to break through in this Mongolian army camp.

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