"This person is a ruthless character. Pour out your daughter-in-law, no matter what happens in the future, you don't want to have a direct head-on conflict with Mo Lie because it is a hundred miles late. If there is any problem, come forward for the husband and solve it for you. ”

Isn't it just to protect a hundred miles late?

Easy.

However, this burden should not fall on his daughter-in-law, she has just started to grow up, and she is not strong enough, everything is good for him to bear.

"Mo Lie, what kind of person is you?" Cloud Allure was suddenly curious.

Hearing her husband's assurance, I felt a lot more relieved inexplicably.

After all, the husband is also a peerless powerhouse.

She still remembers that when her husband recovered to the strength of the ninth stage of the Great Soul Martial Master, he said that he had just recovered to a hundred percent.

Ten percent of the strength, how terrifying is it.

I don't dare to think about it.

"He is an extremely ruthless and greedy person, and it is said that he has been experimenting with boys and girls and studying forbidden arts." King Mo said, "Because he bears the title of an imperial uncle and is the dean of the Jiyu Royal Academy, the country has always indulged him and let him do whatever he wants." Anyway, if you see him in the future, just go farther away. ”

"Oh."

Yun Chengcheng agreed on his lips, but he didn't agree in his heart.

Take a detour?

Possibly.

If Baili Wanwan had a conflict with Mo Lie, she would never sit idly by.

"I was tired and went to sleep. Your Highness, rest early. ”

Cloud Allure went back to his room.

"Good night to my daughter-in-law."

Looking at the back of the woman he liked, King Mo couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

Ay.

He's a real failure.

So far, we can't have the same room.

Not even the right to sleep in a room.

*。 *。 *。 *

Early the next morning.

The news that the 5,000 soldiers of the old, weak, sick and disabled battalion had received extremely high treatment spread among the army of 80,000 or 90,000 flying dragoons.

"What? They used the elixir produced by the Jing family for that group of wounded soldiers? ”

"Give back the meat to the bunch of waste? Chunks of beef? ”

"Ma De, is there any mistake, their group of old, weak, sick and disabled people can eat such good food and use such good medicine, why do we, the strong soldiers, want to drink porridge here without a few grains of rice?"

"General Tu is too picky, let's drink porridge for breakfast, King Mo's side, they all give the soldiers white steamed buns, and each person also gives an egg, and each person can eat three white steamed buns!"

"Fog grass, I can't live this day! Brother, please slash me, cut me a little harder, let me bleed a little more, and I will also go to the camp of the old, weak, sick and disabled of His Royal Highness King Mo! ”

"I got frostbite last night, and my hands and feet are covered with chilblains, can I apply to go to the camp for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled?"

"Wow, look at you one by one, despicable."

"General Tu won't let us go......"

"I really want to go to the scream┗|'O′|┛"

The morale of the army is unstable.

The morale of the army is seriously unstable.

The current General Tu was sitting in the City Lord's Mansion, facing the stacked pile of transfer documents on the table that were several feet high, and he was so worried that he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

"What are these things?"

"Transfer?"

"Another camp transfer petition?"

"Hehe, all of them are crazy, and they want to go to King Mo's crippled old and sick camp."

"It's good, you're all so good, you don't take the city lord in your eyes at all!!"

Naturally, General Tu did not pass these documents for applying for transfer to the battalion.