Beiban's wine was so spicy that she choked her throat, and Wen Wanrong bent down and coughed violently.

The other party took the opportunity to rub back and forth.

Wen Wanrong immediately jumped away from him like a cat with its tail stepped on, standing in the corner and staring at each other vigilantly.

The other party was not annoyed, and came to arrest her unhurriedly, but deliberately let her go whenever he wanted to catch her.

Wen Wanrong felt that she was a mouse and the leader was a cat, and he knew that she couldn't escape, so he played the game of "wanting to catch and indulge".

But the desire to indulge in indulgence will not last long.

For a moment, she regained her smile, her gaze quickly scanning over the contents of the room, and finally froze on the rolled whip.

She hurried over to remove the whip and raised her wrist to flick it hard.

Syllable!

The whip sounded so loudly that the two of them were stunned.

The leader's face immediately sank.

Wen Wanrong held the horsewhip tightly behind her back, trembling slightly, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, pretending not to understand the other party's face on the surface, smiling stupidly, and gesturing vigorously, indicating that she had practiced juggling and could perform.

Then she took care of herself and found a jar, put it on the ground, took a few steps back, raised her hand, and whipped it over, and naturally hit it empty.

Wen Wanrong showed a puzzled expression, raised her hand, and pumped it again, but the jar did not move at all.

The third time, the jar was still intact.

Successfully performed a clumsy and failed performance.

The leader suddenly burst out laughing, pointing at Wen Wanrong and muttering a bunch of Northern Barbarian words, probably laughing at her for being stupid.

Wen Wanrong also smiled awkwardly, and told the leader that she was not good at performing and was often scolded.

She made up a story, estimated the time in her heart, deliberately stuffed the horsewhip to the chief, asked the other party to come too, and then moved to the door as if inadvertently, making room for him to perform.

This is a piece of cake for those who are fighting on the battlefield.

The leader whipped the jar in half.

Wen Wanrong hurriedly applauded beside her, greatly encouraging the man's desire to perform.

Sure enough, the leader felt that the difficulty of the jar was too low, so he found a smaller item.

Or a whip to solve.

Wen Wanrong understood and took a smaller one.

The other party is playful, and he whips whatever he takes.

Until the things in the tent were smoked, and they were full of interest, and asked someone to send some gadgets over.

Wen Wanrong saw that the other party had taken off her guard, hurriedly poured a glass of wine, took out the drug that had been prepared at first, and was about to mix it in, when she heard the person behind her talking to her, and when she was nervous, most of the packets of medicinal powder were sprinkled out.

She was afraid of being exposed, so she wiped it indiscriminately, hurriedly came over with a wine glass, handed it to the leader like a flatterer, watched the other party drink it, and a stone fell to the ground in her heart.

If the other party wants to play, she will play with her.

But the more she waited, the more anxious she became, Qin Yang said that she would last a quarter of an hour, and Wen Wanrong estimated that the time had already passed, why was there no movement outside.

She was uneasy, when suddenly there was a bang outside the tent, followed by a strange movement.

The leader suddenly had an epiphany from happiness, opened his mouth and scolded, and the horse whip in his hand was thrown at Wen Wanrong with lightning speed.

She didn't have time to dodge, she hit her elbow firmly, and suddenly a hot pain drilled from the skin and flesh into the bone marrow, and the whole arm was like a waste, unable to move.

Wen Wanrong clutched the place where she was beaten, and didn't dare to turn back and run desperately to the door.

A second whip rang behind him.

The whip didn't hit her.

Wen Wanrong guessed that the drug was starting to work.

She hurriedly got out of the tent and was stunned.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the flames were soaring into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky, illuminating the corpses of the severed limbs and arms clearly, and the remaining Northern Barbarian guards resisted stubbornly, but still could not escape the end of strangulation.

The screams drifted into the endless night with the explosion of burning, stimulating every nerve of Wen Wanrong and washing away all her thoughts.

Her stomach churned and she couldn't help but retch.

But she didn't spit out anything, and there was an inexplicable sharp stabbing pain on her back, and she vomited a mouthful of blood, instinctively turning back.

The leader's hideous face was like a demon that lurked in the night, and he roared in his throat, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her back vigorously, pulling out the short knife that was stuck in her body, and the blade was straight to her neck.

In the moment of life and death, an arrow pierced the air and pierced the leader's head, and the short knife slashed through the white and tender skin, leaving a shallow scratch.

Wen Wanrong could barely stand on her feet, the warm liquid on her back gushed out from the stinging place, and the noise around her drifted farther and farther, except for the sound of her own breathing, she couldn't hear anything, she only felt that she fell down the moment and was picked up by a big hand.

She guessed it was Qin Yang, because no one wanted to travel long distances with a stinky corpse.

Thinking that she could return to Yandu, Wen Wanrong couldn't help the corners of her mouth from rising, and said angrily: "I haven't been ...... lightly."

Qin Yang didn't speak.

She was afraid that he wouldn't hear clearly, so she tried her best to raise her voice a little: "General Qin, I am innocent...... Also, please go back to Yandu and don't embarrass me about this. ”

After saying that, she felt like wind in her lungs, and began to cough incessantly, and vomited blood in large gulps.

Qin Yang tightly covered the wound on her back with one hand, and sped up the speed of going back: "If you want to live, talk less." ”

Wen Wanrong obediently shut up, and felt that her body was getting heavier and heavier, and her consciousness was gradually blurred.

She didn't know why the way back was so far, as if time was slowing down, and she couldn't hold on.

"Wen Wanrong, I can't sleep." Qin Yang's voice flickered far and near in his ears.