In the distance, tens of thousands of black ink troops went straight to the territory of the Miao people, chasing and killing the three witches. The remaining tens of thousands of soldiers witnessed Ao Tianxue kill the Gu Witch, and cheered happily.

Wen Xian looked at the white figure in the battlefield, a bright smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered in his mouth: It seems that the master still understands you, one person enters the Miao camp, and the other kills Gu Witch, and today I am afraid that the only one who can do these two things today is the first Aotian Snow of the Blood Lotus.

The smoke of the battlefield dissipated, and Ao Tianxue dragged her tired body and turned around and walked towards Wenxian.

Wen Xian got up to greet him, and when he saw Ao Tianxue's cold eyes, his heart was cold. Reluctantly squeezed out a three-point smile and said: Sister is okay!

"Hmph" Ao Tianxue snorted coldly and turned to leave, and the carriage that Wenxian had prepared had not been done.

Wen Xian was frightened by Ao Tianxue's cold snort, and said in the direction of Xizhou: Master, I hope you leave, this time my sister is really angry.

In the Xizhou General's Mansion, Ao Tianxue looked at the courtyard empty, and Xiao He's room, which was originally recuperating from his injuries, was also empty.

"Run fast!" After speaking, the cold light flashed, and he slashed towards the bed in front of him.

Touch.. The bed was cut into two in an instant, turned to leave, stepped on the brown BMW outside the door, and walked straight to Chongzhou.

"Cut, used by this guy again"

Wen Xian handed over the army to Zhang Yang's command, hurried back to the general's mansion, and saw the wooden bed in the house that had been cut in two, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he smiled bitterly.

In Chongzhou Hongfang Academy, Xiao He was covered in bandages and limped closely behind Qifeng. With a smile on his face, he looked at the paintings and inks in the room and the fragrance of books.

"You don't ask us, if I were my sister, I would have broken you into pieces a long time ago, my sister finally accepted you, but you used her like this" Qifeng looked at Xiao He coldly.

Xiao He looked aggrieved, he swore that he really didn't calculate Ao Tianxue, but he didn't feel that he had made some arrangements according to the development of things and his understanding of human nature, and made reasonable use of everyone's abilities.

"I didn't, I really didn't" Xiao He said, wearing a bandage, patting his chest.

"Hmph, please leave Hou Ye, we still have to rest" Qifeng actually gave an eviction order.

Where is Xiao He willing to go, sitting next to Qi Feng, seeing Qi Feng's unkind look, he can only look at the painting ink and the fragrance of books.

Both of them bowed their heads and remained silent.

The Holy Son, who was dressed in a white robe outside the door, walked into the room with a smile on his face, saw Xiao He in a bandage in the room, looked at the others again, and finally stopped at Huamo, smiled, turned to Xiao He's side, and said with a smile: Brother-in-law, what's wrong?

"Who is your brother-in-law" Xiao He was annoyed, glared at the Holy Son, and was even more angry when he saw the Holy Son's sinister face.

Huamo's face was flushed by the call of the Holy Son's brother-in-law, and he lifted the other party's body, and said in a low voice: You are a person, why are you always nonsense, when has this been, and you are still poor.

When Xiao He heard this, he looked at the Holy Son, raised his bandaged arm, and hugged the Holy Son. With a smile on his face, he looked at the Holy Son and said, "Brother. . .

"What are you doing" The Holy Son was energetic this time, and he looked like a stinky fart.

Xiao He was not in a hurry, he looked down and painted ink, smiled, leaned next to the other party's ear, and whispered: Are you interested in painting ink!

"You can't talk nonsense" The Holy Son, who has always been faceless and skinless, turned red when he heard this, waved his hand and said: Don't talk nonsense, I... I.. I.

The Holy Son is weak-hearted, the more he speaks, the quieter he becomes, and finally he bows his head and actually nods slightly.

Although Xiao He saw some clues in it and was admitted by the other party himself, he still unconsciously twitched a few times. Xindao: This guy is not very old, but the taste is still okay, except for the older ones, the painting ink is really good in other places.

Xiao He leaned over to the Holy Son's side and said, "When your sister Tianxue comes back, you help me plead for mercy, how about you and Huamo's affairs on me in the future."

"Ah" The Holy Son jumped up and shouted: Which green onion am I, pleading for you, my sister is angry, and I will still be able to survive then? No way!