Jun Ye put down the book, slowly stood up from the wooden chair, and said softly:

"You're back." Stretched out his hand to help Mu Changfeng take off his heavy robe. The latter was silent for a long time, hanging his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Tomorrow I'm going to war." He said in a deep voice, a hint of vulnerability and unease in his voice. Jun Ye's eyes were cold, he hung up his clothes and walked to him. Mu Changfeng's eyes cleared slightly, looked at her, and remained silent.

"Hmm." A trace of struggle flashed in Jun Ye's eyes, and then he asked softly:

"By land or by water?" Mu Changfeng opened his mouth and just wanted to answer, but his lips were tightly sealed, and his eyes shrank suddenly. Perhaps it was the effect of the wine, he quickly turned against the guest, stormed the city and the pool, and the slight heavy gasp spread in the air. After the kiss, in Mu Changfeng's misty eyes, only joy was faintly visible like a candle shadow.

Jun Ye felt the slightly chaotic beating of his heart, and hooked his lips self-deprecatingly: knowing that this fool in front of her, no matter what she asked, he would answer truthfully, but she still vilely tested his true heart. She is an insecure person, she never believes in any unswerving love, even if she likes Master, she is also cautious and does not dare to take a step. I thought that the man in front of me was cowardly and timid, and liking her was just exciting. But from the moment she entered the mansion, she knew she was wrong. The time spent together was not constant, but Mu Changfeng's meticulous care and the love carefully hidden in her eyes made her heart beat for her inevitably. She was afraid of this uncontrollable feeling, so she stubbornly resisted, only to find that it was all in vain.

"Wind, I ask you, are you ...... Never doubted my identity? Aren't you afraid, I'm an undercover agent and leaking this matter? Jun Ye stubbornly spoke, twisted his eyebrows, and stared at Mu Changfeng.

"Does your identity matter? As long as you are Jun Ye, and I believe in you. Mu Changfeng laughed, like an unsuspecting innocent child. Seeing this, Jun Ye's heart twitched, and his eyes couldn't stop trembling: the more he said this, the more humiliated she felt. Originally, further questions lingered on the lips, but they couldn't say anything. Xiao Luo's words suddenly flashed in his troubled mind:

"Don't hurt him, count me in begging you." Xiao Luo was nervous, but how did he know that his purpose was no longer as pure as when he entered the mansion; Her heart has long been lost.

"Feng ......" The cold voice seemed to have become a lot softer, and a pair of hands suddenly wrapped around his neck, Mu Changfeng suddenly raised his head, looking at the face close at hand, his face was full of shock, he looked at her initiative, and the hand on his side trembled uncontrollably.

"Ye, you..." The kiss fell without rules, the meaning was already very clear, and it would be superfluous for Mu Changfeng to ask again. He picked her up with one hand and threw her on the bed.

Jun Ye's body touched the soft brocade quilt, and with a turn of strength, the clear shadow of this man was reflected in the bottom of his eyes in the next moment. The calloused fingers lingered nimbly like swimming fish, and the snow-white skin was exposed to the air, giving goosebumps a little bit. Mu Changfeng couldn't suppress his heavy breathing, and his eyes were already dyed with color. After a stick of incense, the two faced each other sincerely, Jun Ye exhaled, as if he was nervous for the first time, but without the slightest hesitation, he was about to take the next move, Mu Changfeng saw this, hurriedly stopped, and gasped:

"Ye'er, are you sure? I don't force you. Jun Ye looked down at the person in front of her from above, like a female warrior, taking in the distress and uneasiness contained in his eyes, and a warm current surged in her heart, and she roared in a hoarse voice:

"Less nonsense!" At the moment of close integration, the two couldn't help frowning painfully, and their hearts seemed to be beating out of their chests, but they felt a sense of fullness and satisfaction. Falling red, blooming on the white bed, Mu Changfeng looked at the woman in front of him who gritted his teeth and forbeared, his heart trembled, and he couldn't say a word. Pressing the tide of emotions surging in his body, he sat up, stroked her sweaty sideburns, frowned and couldn't bear to say:

"Still let me ......"

"What's this little pain?" Before the words fell, he was interrupted by Jun Ye. Mu Changfeng pursed his lips when he heard this, wrapped his hands tightly around his waist, kissed the woman's slightly pale lips, and swallowed all the muffled hums.

The candle shadow flickered, reflecting two perfectly fitting bodies, faintly gasping, and disappeared away with a hint of cool breeze on the summer night. Xiao Luo's eyes were dark, he pursed his lips, withdrew his hand from knocking, and quickly disappeared into the night.

In the "Ye'er ......" room, Mu Changfeng gasped and called the name of his lover, every plunder brought the two of them indelible pleasure, hitting the depths of their souls, and the joy was as gorgeous as fireworks, blooming in the minds of the two.

The hair strands become tangled, forming knots that cannot be untied.

……

Thunder and lightning, heavy rain pouring, like a dragon out of the sea, riding the clouds and fog, coiling thousands of horses on the top.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, trampling and killing each other, like a tiger descending the mountain, flying sand and gravel, rushing through the scattered dead grass.

Blood splattered, roaring for a long time.

After seven consecutive days of running around all night, on the first day of the war, they encountered this extremely bad weather, the coach was infected with the wind and cold, and all the soldiers of Liang Guo couldn't help but feel worried, but there was no time to relieve. The other party is menacing, even if he is desperate, he has to grit his teeth to catch up. Swords, guns, swords, halberds, you live or die.

Mu Changfeng shook his head, shook off his dizziness fiercely, gritted his teeth and slashed at the rushing enemy, bright red blood sprinkled on his face, only to feel more and more hot and unbearable. The war was long, and he repeated the mechanical movements over and over again, and if he was not careful, he would be painted on his body.

The cold arrow broke through the air, Mu Changfeng solved the enemy behind him, and there was a steady stream of enemy troops in front of him. The shouts and roars of the battlefield completely drowned out the sound of arrows rubbing violently against the cold wind.

"Ding-" Mu Changfeng suddenly looked at the source of the sound, Xiao Luo used his weapon to block the arrow that rushed behind him, and frowned tightly:

"Don't do it! If you can't hold it, you will return the account! When Mu Changfeng heard this, he clenched his sword and shouted in a deep voice:

"I'm fine! Xiao Luo, just protect yourself. In a few moments, a group of enemy troops rushing from not far away attacked again, and the two of them fought back to back for each other's back, fighting for the safety of each other's backs and concentrating on the battle.

"Young marshal, there is a swamp in the back, and there is no road." A soldier said hurriedly. Mu Changfeng frowned and groaned for a while, then his eyes suddenly lit up and asked:

"How many people are there in the enemy's feather arrow army?"

"Young Marshal Hui, all of them have been annihilated by our army, but the cavalry is menacing, I'm afraid it's not easy to deal with." Mu Changfeng hooked his lips, and when he saw the enemy army approaching step by step, he suddenly ordered:

"Tell the soldiers to march in front of the swamp, listen to my command, and scatter on both sides." Xiao Luo raised his eyebrows, pursed his lips and said nothing, and quickly retreated with the team to the edge of the swamp. Rise. When I saw Mu Changfeng, who was still standing in place, I was shocked, and I heard him shout:

"The soldiers of the country are nothing more than that! Is that all you can do? Hahahaha......" He laughed a few times mockingly, and saw the tangible eyes of the opposite camp with burning anger in them, and continued to provoke:

"I believe you also know that my martial arts are only half-assed, but I never thought that I, the young general of the straw bag, could kill a batch of you with a few casual dances."

The leader of the general was so handsome that he yelled:

"Whoever takes that kid down for me first, there will be a reward!"

"Give me !!"

"Rush! To live! Seeing that the cavalry was getting closer and closer to the thin figure, the soldiers in the rear exclaimed:

"Young marshal!" Immediately about to rush forward to rescue Mu Changfeng, Xiao Luo clenched his fists, blocked it with his hand, and quickly rushed over, carrying Mu Changfeng with one hand and running back with light skills. Mu Changfeng was still interested in looking back, and when he saw that the time was just right, he shouted on his shoulder:

"Spread out!" The soldiers who had been standing still suddenly spread to both sides like a tide, gradually moving to the two sides of the enemy, and then expanding like the tail of the enemy, as if there was a total encirclement. The hundred soldiers who rushed forward suddenly felt empty under their feet, fell into the viscous swamp that was so well camouflaged by greenery, and struggled hard, only to find that they were sinking deeper and deeper.

"Kill them!" Mu Changfeng raised his sword and roared. Seeing this, all the soldiers responded one after another:

"Kill them!"

"Kill them!"

Xiao Luo faced a small soldier, but saw that he made a quick and fierce move, much better than the ordinary soldiers he had faced before, and knew that this person was not an ordinary soldier, so he became cautious. The two fought for more than 50 rounds, but they couldn't kill each other. Xiao Luo was surprised in his heart, clenched his sword, and took advantage of his breath to catch up again.

The rain gradually stopped, the dark clouds did not disperse, and the sound of the battle between the two armies slowly became softer, only the shrill friction sound of Xiao Luo and the man's weapon colliding could be heard. Mu Changfeng eliminated the last enemy and ran over to help Xiao Luo. Seeing this, the masked man's eyes flashed with hesitation and pain, and he suddenly changed his shape, threw down his sword, and with lightning speed, pulled out the dagger at his waist and stabbed himself in the chest.

"Huh." Xiao Luo's body trembled, and he separated from the masked man.

"Xiao Luo !!" Mu Changfeng's pupils shrank, and he rushed over to catch Xiao Luo, who was as fragile as tissue paper and slowly fell. The masked man didn't seem to believe what was happening in front of him, and he was stunned, and when he saw that his other teammates had been killed, he didn't run away, but just stood. Xiao Luo lay in Mu Changfeng's arms, frowned and glanced deeply at the masked man. A sentence that Xiao Luo said just now after blocking the knife for him sounded:

"Hurry up, he doesn't know yet, in the future, treat him well." The soldiers behind her slowly approached, she gritted her teeth, and saw Mu Changfeng, who was looking at the person in her arms like a lost soul, and ran away without looking back.

"Boss, do you want to ......?"

"That's it." Mu Changfeng lowered his eyes, looked at Xiao Luo, who was constantly bleeding from his chest, pursed his lips and said nothing, the hands on his sides were fiercely embedded in his palms, but he didn't seem to feel anything.

"Amu ......" Xiao Luo said softly, a hint of relief flashed in his eyes:

"I'm sorry." Mu Changfeng listened to his apology in amazement, but saw him hook his lips self-deprecatingly, and said intermittently:

"Your day...... Ask me...... Why ...... General's Mansion, I was ...... at that time To you...... Lied. ”