He rushed towards her with a long-handled meniscus broadsword.

The big knife slashed down from the top of Jing Yiren's head.

Even so, Jingyiren's plain hands playing the piano still did not stop at all.

Just as the broadsword was about to slash at her beautiful face, the broadsword suddenly stopped, and a strand of hair on her forehead touched the edge of the blade.

Immediately, a strand of hair fell on the hem of her skirt, which was scattered to the ground.

"You're not afraid of death?" The man's voice was gruff and hoarse. It can be said that it is extremely ugly, but there is a masculine and strong charm on this body.

Jing Yiren slowly raised his eyes, his slightly pale little face, and looked up at the fierce masked man like a yaksha on horseback in front of him.

"Afraid! I'm afraid of all kinds of ways to die, but I'm not afraid of dying for the country! The immature voice of the twelve-year-old woman revealed an innate arrogance.

The man on horseback chuckled: "This king thought that the person who played this music was a man or a beautiful woman, but he didn't expect it to be a child!" ”

"It seems that this Luyuan country is so weak that it wants a girl to go to the battlefield! Haha......"

Saying that, the Yaksha man looked up and laughed.

Jing Yiren's face froze, and a steel ball flew out from his fingertips.

With a swing of the man's sword, it easily blocked it and bounced back to Jing Yiren's knees.

The pain was so painful that Jingyiren, who was sitting on the high platform, fell down.

The man pulled the reins, and the horse approached. He slapped it in his hand.

He fished the Jingyi people on the horse.

As soon as he pulled the reins, the burly war horse's two front feet hung in the air, neighed, turned around and ran towards the outside of the peach blossom array.

Jingyi was hung on horseback and screamed in fright.

The bump was so big that she couldn't wait to vomit it out.

Cursing the man, but to no avail.

The man not only did not stop the horse, but tightened the horse's belly, and as soon as he pulled the reins, he immediately ran faster and more bumpy.

The Jingyi people were captured and taken prisoner.

When the Jingyi people were taken to the enemy's tent camp, they vomited so much that they wanted to vomit out all the bile.

As night falls, campfire camps, soldiers patrol

Jingyi vomited softly, leaned his little hands outside the tent, wiped the corners of his mouth, and scolded angrily at the man on the horse.

"What did I, a little civilian woman, do to arrest me? If you want to kill you, you can kill it! ”

The man jumped off the horse coldly.

Grabbing a strand of Jingyiren's hair, he sniffed under the Yaksha mask.

The man chuckled: "Your dress is not a good material, it is indeed a civilian outfit, but the dragon fragrance on your body is not what a civilian woman should have!" ”

"......" Jing Yiren's face sank.

Everyone knows that this dragon Yanxiang is for the emperor.

"I heard that the emperor of Luyuan Kingdom has a favorite little princess, not only her appearance is captivating, but she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting!"

"......" Jing Yiren's nervous heart rose to his throat.

pretended to pour indifferently: "Long Yanxiang is not unusual, any maid and father-in-law around the emperor have this smell to some extent." ”

The man chuckled and didn't respond.

Then he picked up the Jingyi people like chickens and walked towards the largest tent.

Entering the battalion commander, the man threw Jingyiren onto the tiger skin couch.

The barbarians of this hill country are as rude as people. It was so hard that her ass hurt.

Jing Yiren frowned subconsciously, and covered his ass with his little hands.

In addition to them, there were several maids in the tent.