Chapter Seventy-Two: The War Is Asided
"Are you disappointed that they didn't hurt me?!"
Ding Ruosu's resentful gaze shot straight at her, her tears had dried up, and only her eyes were full of hatred.
She came from thousands of miles away, but she ended up in such an embarrassing situation now, and she was by his side in high spirits, unharmed, without worrying about food and clothing, why is God so unfair.
The moment she saw Murong Ling, her heart warmed all of a sudden, all the grievances she had suffered, the fatigue of running all the way, all of them were nothing the moment she saw him again.
But she didn't expect that she would come not long after he came, and she would follow him so reluctantly?!
Where he goes, you Song Ling, are you going to go with him!
Fortunately, she came from Qin State, otherwise, would you want to live with him!
He is a traitor to Dayan, do you dare to follow him? Do you really dare to follow him!
Except for me, Ding Ruosu, no one can be by his Murong Ling's side!
Song Ling let out a long sigh of relief when he heard that Ding Ruosu was fine, and quickly pulled her and said, "Then tell the prince quickly!" Are you going to watch him kill for you? ”
Ding Ruosu's eyes squinted, full of killing intent, only to hear her say fiercely, "They, it's not a pity to die!" ”
Song Ling stood up in a hurry, seeing that the three men had been beaten to half their lives by Murong Ling, and now even the voice of wailing was quiet, if it continued like this, he would really be beaten to death!
She panicked, pushed away the frantic Murong Ling, and said loudly to him, "Shizi! Calm down! Yes, they have made great mistakes, but they are not guilty of death! ”
"We are about to attack the city, do you want to kill your soldiers? They're going to war for you! ”
Those words seemed to finally pull Murong Ling's angry soul back halfway, he looked at the dying soldiers on the ground, and then looked at the blood on his hands, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.
"Shizi, you listen to me, the princess has been wronged, I know your anger, but we arrived in time, the princess was frightened, but she was not really injured. Can you see that these three people are first-time offenders, let them go, you have trained and beaten, I don't dare to think of them next time. ”
Seeing that Murong Ling was a little refreshed, Song Ling hurriedly walked over, held his still trembling arms, and persuaded softly.
"How unlucky is it to kill generals in battle, and you see that there are so many people in Shacheng, there are three soldiers missing at once, can their leaders not know?"
Under Song Ling's persuasion, Murong Ling seemed to be a little hesitant.
At this time, only hearing a burst of woman's heartbroken pain, Ding Ruosu lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, and cried bitterly, her slender body twitched and trembled from time to time.
"Ruosu!"
Seeing this, Murong Ling's eyes tightened, and he hurriedly rushed over and hugged her.
"It's me who is bad! It's me late! ”
He held her tightly in his arms, but the petite body trembling on his chest made him feel pain and blame himself.
"Shizi! If you are wronged today, you don't care! She buried her head deep in his arms, carefully pinching the corners of his clothes, and every word was accompanied by distressing sobs.
When Murong Ling heard this, his heart ached even more, and he hugged her tightly again, "Ruosu! ”
"Shizi, you are the boss, rewards and punishments are decided, why do you need to listen to others?"
Ding Ruosu's resentful gaze looked at Song Ling fiercely, if her eyes could kill people, she was afraid that she would have died a hundred times under Ding's gaze.
Song Ling, you dare to intercede for someone who hurt me, do you still take me Ding Ruosu in your eyes!
Look at it! Will the prince listen to me, or will he take your words seriously!
"Shizi, if you spare their lives today, and they spread the word about it, what face will I have to meet people, Shizi, won't you let the soldiers make fun of you!"
As she spoke, she deliberately lowered her robe to expose the scars on her shoulders and back.
Murong Ling looked at the reddened palm print on Ding Ruosu's shoulder, the anger that had just calmed down slightly, seemed to be provoked by her again, he stood up suddenly, his eyes were cold and resolute, he snatched the Qingshuang sword in Song Ling's hand, and was about to stab at those people when he drew his sword.
Seeing this, the three of them quickly rolled to the side with difficulty, regardless of the pain and blood on their faces, and begged for mercy from time to time, "Shizi! We really know that we are wrong! Please spare our lives! ”
"Shizi! The little ones will never dare to say it! Absolutely not! Please spare me! ”
"Shizi! Spare my life! The little one swears to God that he will never tell what happened today! Otherwise, you won't die well! ”
"Shizi! Please! The little one is wrong! I really know that I was wrong! ”
Song Ling was shocked in his heart, and stopped him, "Do you want to use the sword you gave me to kill someone?" ”
Ding Ruosu felt a chill all over his body when he heard this, this sword is a sword that has followed the prince for many years, did he really give this sword to her?
"If the sword does not kill, what is it used for?" Murong Ling pushed her away, his voice was as cold as a midwinter wind and snow, and it was terrifyingly cold.
This kind of him made her feel extremely strange, and she only felt a chill, from head to toe, a chill in her heart, making her cold all over her body and unable to move.
This was the sword he had given her, it was something she valued as a treasure, she had never wanted to stain this sword with a trace of blood, but the disdain in his eyes deeply broke her heart.
It turned out that this sword, in his eyes, was no different.
He took his sword and slowly approached the men with a cold expression.
"Don't kill with my sword!" She rushed over and knocked the sword off his hand.
Murong Ling was already angry, and her action also angered him.
"Song Ling! If you dare to do anything with me, don't forget who you are! ”
"My identity? What is my identity in the eyes of your Murong Ling? ”
She asked, helpless, self-deprecating, and sad.
"Song Ling!"
"You say! What am I in your eyes? ”
Murong Ling was stunned.
Just between the two of them, only a cry of pain was heard, and the long sword was stained with blood, only to see Ding Ruosu holding the hilt of the sword in great horror, and the sharp tip of the sword had been inserted into a man's chest.
"Ruosu!"
Murong Ling was startled, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly rushed to her side, and grabbed her bloodstained hands, he never thought that she would kill people with a sword.
Song Ling was also shocked, she didn't expect such a thing to happen.
When the other two soldiers saw it, they trembled even more and hurriedly crawled outside.
Suddenly, Murong Ling drew his sword and stood up, and as soon as the long sword came out, both of them covered their throats and fell.
"Murong Ling!"
His sharp and decisive shot made her heart chill to the bottom.
He turned his back to her, didn't speak, picked up Ding Ruosu, who was trembling on the ground, and walked outside into the endless darkness.
"What to do, you know for yourself."
He glanced at the corpse that had fallen to the ground and said coldly.
It was his life, but the knife fell in his hand, so ruthless that she was already stunned in place and at a loss.
"What about the battle against Dragon City?!"
She asked, what is he going to do when he kills the general?!
"We'll talk about it later!"
He said firmly, but also indifferently, as if he had missed a good fighter, and in front of Ding Ruosu, it was nothing.
It turned out that the one who could really mess him up was the princess Ding!