"This is the king's account, Mr. Mo, please, girl, please."

"The prince is polite, the prince, please."

Emperor Lisha bypassed the two of them, stepped into the king's tent, and dropped two words, "Boring." ”

Jun Fengyu: ......

Mo Shu: ......

The two glanced at each other, smiled helplessly, and immediately entered the king's tent.

"The generals have been waiting for a long time." Jun Fengyu raised his eyes and saw that there was a woman sitting on the throne that should have belonged to him.

This person is not the emperor who entered the king's tent before her, who else can be.

"The last general will see the prince."

"Generals, excuse me."

Jun Fengyu and the generals looked at the emperor sitting on the top seat, and looked through the copywriting on the table as if no one else was there.

"A yellow-haired girl is so presumptuous, come down!" A certain general looked at the emperor on the throne, and his nameless anger was burning!

The military camp is a group of hot-tempered iron-blooded men, how can they bear a yellow-haired girl who is presumptuous on their heads. One of them spoke, and the rest of the generals responded.

Jun Fengyu stood aside, looking intently at the calm Emperor Lisha. And Mo Shu had already found a seat and sat comfortably. The thin lips rose slightly, and his eyes quickly swept over everyone, enjoying the turmoil with interest.

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"Get out?" Emperor Li's demonic black eyes were raised, and his eyes, which were as cold as a thousand years of ice, saw that the general who opened his mouth and said, "Get down", had fear in his eyes, and beads of sweat the size of beans slowly dripped from his temples.

"I'll help you." As soon as the emperor's voice fell, everyone had not yet figured out its meaning, only to see the general who was originally standing and said "Get down", like a ball rolling out of the king's tent. The soldiers patrolling outside the tent saw that the unknown objects rolling out of the king's tent all came over, and when they looked at it, it turned out to be their General Zhou!

The soldiers looked at each other.

"This damn slut!" Zhou Lang jumped up from the ground, pushed aside the crowd, pulled out his long sword, and rushed into the king's tent, the blade of the sword pointed directly at the emperor.

A trace of brilliance flashed in the dark eyes of Emperor Li, and the sword in Zhou Lang's hand was broken in two. The sound of the broken sword landing pulled back from the incredible shock of all races, and there were differences in the eyes of the emperor who was staring at him, some admiration, some envy, and the facial expressions were extremely rich.

"Zhou Lang, you are presumptuous." Jun Fengyu, who came back to his senses, immediately scolded Zhou Lang, hoping that the emperor would not care about him.

"Apologize to this girl."

"Lord Wang!"

"Isn't it embarrassing enough to lose people?"

"Yes." Zhou Lang apologized to Emperor Lisha with an aggrieved face, "I'm sorry." ”

"Hmm." Di Lisha replied indifferently, she didn't need to worry about him. [Repair: Because of laziness =_=]

"I ask, you answer." Emperor Lisha closed the copywriting in his hand, swept everyone with his eyes, and said indifferently.

The generals looked at the emperor in a daze, and they were speechless.

Jun Fengyu touched his nose and consciously found a place to sit down.

"Mr. Mo, who is this girl?" Jun Fengyu, who had just sat down, glanced at Emperor Lisha, and couldn't help but be curious, so he had to ask Mo Shu, who was comfortable on the side. Mo Shu glanced at Emperor Lisha, his thin red lips rose slightly, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "The wife who has not passed through the door under the Xia, Emperor Lisha." ”

"Oh, Mr. Mo Shu is so blessed."

Mo Shu smiled lightly and said nothing, holding his head and looking at Di Lisha.

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"What's so weird?" Emperor Lisha's cold eyes looked at these battle-hardened generals who were also afraid.

"Weirdness......" Zhao Sheng, whose face was wrinkled with a bun, scratched his hair vigorously.

"Yes." A man with a grim face stepped forward, and this person was none other than the right protector - Zuo Yi.

"Say." If it's really a demon...... Thinking of this, Di Lisha's eyes turned a little colder.