When the enemies saw each other, they were very red-eyed. ◢ with * dream ◢ small *.lā

King Qianli's rebellious heart had already been there a few years ago.

However, there were too few sons and daughters of the tribe who were willing to join the army, and it was not until the past two years that it gradually grew.

But no matter how hard he tried, he would lose in the hands of Mo Chenyuan every time.

The last time he surrendered, he sent a pair of children as hostages, and finally made Emperor Xiliang relax.

Later, when the news of Mo Chenyuan's death came out, he even didn't close his eyes for three days and three nights because he was excited, which just made the entire tribe fall into a carnival.

This time, God helps.

The undead army is the strongest help, I thought that the recovery of the frontier was just around the corner, and then I went to the imperial city little by little.

Who would have thought that the person who should have been 'dead' would be alive again, and easily defeat his proud corpse soldiers.

Yu Xi regained his memory, and naturally remembered which green onion King Qianli was.

It's just that the Qianli tribe can be said to be vulnerable to attack before.

I didn't expect that in just over a month, someone behind it would refine such a dirty thing.

"Who is your military advisor?"

King Qianli didn't expect that the other party already knew about the existence of the military advisor, even so, he was unwilling to confess, "If you have the ability, you will let Xiao Wang go, let's see the real chapter on the battlefield!" ”

"You can't even deal with Mo Lin Ride, so why do you need Benjun to make a move?"

“……”

"It's okay not to say it, the left and right Benjun also plan to officially eradicate the Qianli tribe, what is the use of those who want to rebel again and again in the world?"

"You-"

Soon, Mo Lin rode in the direction of King Qianli's escape.

Huai Jin, who was leisurely riding in the carriage in the back, narrowed his eyes when he saw Feng Wanyue.

He stepped forward and saluted, "My subordinates have seen the mistress." ”

Feng Wanyue, "......"

The housemother or something is really ugly, and I feel dozens of years older all of a sudden.

She coughed lightly, cleared her throat, and pretended to be reserved, "The mourning family hasn't agreed to marry your prince yet, it's too early." ”

Hearing this, Huai Jin was slightly surprised, "It turns out that the master has failed so much, and his subordinates thought that he had already embraced the beauty after reading the 'One Hundred and Eight Styles of Turning Clouds and Rain' written by his subordinates." ”

He caress his forehead, preferring not to have the memory of this person in his head at all.

Seeing that the little girl's cheeks were red because she wanted to be crooked, he explained softly, "It's just a stack of letters that please the woman, if Yueyue is curious, when we return to the palace, we will read it slowly." ”

Feng Wanyue shook her head and refused, "Such an indecent name has already polluted my ears, don't come to harm my eyes again, I still have to catch ghosts!" ”

King Qianli, who was lying on the ground, rolled towards the grass on the right without a trace.

After only two laps, he was stepped on the back by Mo Lin's ride, "Ouch, if you dare to kill Xiao Wang, the military advisor will definitely not let you go!" ”

Huai Jin sneered, "I am the only one who is worthy of being a 'military advisor' in this world, as for the one in your mouth, I think he is just a cult who walks the side door, let alone one, even if there are ten, our lord is not afraid!" ”

King Qianli was ordered to have a big hole all over his body, so he could only accept his fate and be carried away and imprisoned.

The matter of cleaning up the battlefield is also under the responsibility of the Xiliang Army, and Youxi takes Feng Xuanyue and Mo Lin to ride tens of thousands of Qianli tribes.

It's only a hundred miles away from here, and I don't know if I already know the news of the army's retreat, and the entire tribe can't see a single living person.

"There is no one in the camp, and there is no one in the tribe, so could it be that they are all on the battlefield?" Huai Jin looked around and muttered to herself.