Feng Yanxiao's cold expression spread all over his face, and his gaze became more and more vicious, "Uncle Huang and Aunt Huang, it is really a flounder in love!" The affection between the two really touched me. ”

Xiling Qian looked at him with disdain, "Feng Yanxiao, you really make me sick." She never thought that the once personable Feng Yanxiao would now become such a face.

"Feng Yan Xiao, soldiers, this king has retreated. When the hell did you release Qianqian? "The Mumu of the Wind stood single-handedly under the city, and the walls were full of archers.

It was as if as soon as he moved, the arrows would penetrate his body.

Feng Yanxiao chuckled: "No hurry!" Uncle Huang's Kunlun Mirror has not been handed over yet, how can my chips be released so quickly. ”

As long as the Kunlun Mirror is in the hands of Feng Zhimu, the army of 500,000 is still under his control.

In terms of troops, although he has more than 100,000 more than Feng Mu, those soldiers are all ordinary soldiers, and they are not as strong as Feng Mu's trained soldiers.

Xilingqian shouted, "The Mu of the Wind, I can't hand it over." ”

Feng Yanxiao smiled coldly and snatched an archer's arrow.

The sharp scissors were pointed straight at the rope.

"Whether you pay it or not, you have to think about it."

"Can't hand it in!" Xiling Qian was already anxious to shout.

Feng Zhimu looked at Xilingqian's hanging figure, he pursed his lips and took out the Kunlun mirror from his arms.

There is nothing in this world that is more important than the person in his heart.

He took the Kunlun Mirror in his hand and fixed his gaze on Feng Yanxiao, "Kunlun Mirror, I can give it to you." However, you must release Qianqian first, otherwise, if I can't get out of the city alive, the 500,000-strong army will make Yanlin king. When the time comes, your throne will be gone! You weigh the severity of the matter yourself. ”

Feng Yan Xiao smiled, "Uncle Huang, do you think you can still negotiate terms with me now?" The bow in his hand tightened again.

Feng Zhimu glanced at him coldly, and when his gaze turned to Xiling Qian, he was indeed as tender as water.

"Qianqian, if I can't save you today, will you blame me!"

Xilingqian's eyes were full of tears, but she smiled happily, "Zhimu, Huangquan Biluo, I just want to be with you." ”

"Good!" Wind Mu smiled at her.

"Feng Yanxiao, if you don't let Qianqian go, even if I die today, I won't let you live."

Feng Yanxiao "......" his expression was gloomy, and he finally put down the arrow in his hand.

"Come on, put the princess down." He commanded, "Wind Mu, we will hand over the person with one hand and deliver the goods with the other." ”

"No way!" Feng Zhimu looked at him, "Qianqian must be sent down by you personally, and when we get to the outside of the city, the Kunlun Mirror can be handed over to you." ”

"Wind Mu, you don't want to get an inch!"

"You're the one who gets the inch!" Xiling Qian snorted.

Feng Zhimu put the Kunlun mirror back into his arms, "Feng Yanxiao, you don't have a choice." ”

Feng Yanxiao "......" He clenched his fists tightly, and there was nowhere to express his anger.

"Okay, I'll grant your request."

He snorted coldly at the wind, eager to chew him up.

In a few moments, there were less than half the archers on the walls.

With a "squeak", the gate of the imperial city opened.

Feng Yanxiao grabbed Xiling Qian, followed by a hundred archers.

He reluctantly let go of his hand and let Xiling Qian return to Feng Zhimu's side.

As soon as Feng Zhimu untied the rope in Xilingqian's hand, she couldn't wait to throw herself into his arms.

"Admiration!"

Feng Zhimu's hanging heart finally let go.

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