Mo Lingfeng is at ease in the world cast by Mo Qianlan.

Mo Qianlan tolerated her and indulged her, but she couldn't resist her extraordinary energy, Mo Lingfeng often felt lonely and wandered in the deep Mo Mansion.

She remembered that there were nine ancient trees in Jiu Sixuan, and counted the total of one hundred and twenty-one bookshelves in the study, and there was a blue brick in the corner from the study to the second hall, with a cobweb-like crack.

She was like a lawless prisoner, trapped in that side of the world.

So she took it upon herself to embellish Cheng Ting, but it was not enough, she netted Wu Jin as well.

This time it was enough, and it would get crowded if anyone entered.

The dazzling sunlight stung Mo Lingfeng's eyes, and she no longer thought about the bloodstains, and waited intently for a long time, until the fierce battle was nearing the end, then she picked up her knife and trotted all the way over, slaughtering the golden captives who were no longer agile.

She was expressionless, slaughtering with a knife, unlike Yin Nan's excitement, she had no waves in her heart.

These people were irrelevant, blood and corpses didn't matter, they were just part of her path, and she would eventually leave them behind.

After harvesting all the lives of the golden captives and cutting off their heads, Feng Fan inspected the wounded, scavenged for grain, grass, blades, and armor, abandoned the horses, and finally took off the things bound on the horses' legs and brought them back to Sanchuan Village.

They came like ghosts, and when they left, they were burdened with heavy loads, and they were still in the same wind.

Knowing that the Jinyu army was behind, he ran without touching the ground, running all the way, only making short stops along the way, replenishing water and resting, changing the medicine for the wounded soldiers, and even sleeping was intermittent, and he couldn't wait to fly back to Sanchuan Village.

In the long run, Mo Ling was a little tired, the soles of her shoes were almost worn out, she knew that others were burdened, and she worked harder, so she didn't complain about being tired, but just moved forward.

Feng Fan was closest to her, and she could often feel the hot flashes on her body, sweating profusely, soaking through her hair, and dripping down her still round chin.

He could see that Mo Lingfeng's shoulders were thin, and Jin Yu could crush it with one hand, and he wondered in his heart, wondering how such a young body could gush out a steady stream of will and strength.

After a long journey of six days and five nights, the yellow sand under their feet turned into rough sand and hard yellow earth, and the grass and trees began to grow verdant.

When Sanchuan Village was boiling, Mo Lingfeng was full of energy, blasted into the village like gunpowder, and plunged into his own house, too late to take off his shoes, raised his legs and knelt on the bed, dragged a crane used by Mo Qianlan, and buried his whole head in it.

Her ears were buzzing, her eyes were black, the breath in her throat was steaming with a dry smell of blood, there was a sharp pain in her chest like tearing, her legs were heavy and weak, and only one heart was left beating violently in her chest.

Her face was dirty and pressed into the crane, and Mo Qianlan's scent hugged her, making her aggrieved tears.

"Brother, I'm tired."

Rubbing hard, she quietly coquettish: "Brother, we killed a team of Iron Floating Slaughter, I'm very powerful." ”

The crane gently wrapped her face, embracing her sweaty and dirty.

She rubbed her face on her clothes for a long time, got up slowly, sat in the chair with her ass, and called out like a bell: "Yin Nan, I want to drink water!" I'm going to take a shower! ”

Yin Nan had already been drinking in the water tank in advance, and when he heard Mo Lingfeng shouting, he immediately came in with a pot of tea and filled the tea cup.

Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand, swallowed the mountains and rivers and drank three bowls in a row, and his stomach was bulging, and he made a loud noise when he walked.

"Girl, General Chong said that in half an hour, let you go to the middle account for dinner."

Mo Lingfeng untied his braids and patted the yellow sand in his braids, while feeling terrible: "I want to take a bath." ”

Half an hour later, Mo Lingfeng had a new look, his hair was half-dry, tied into a horned bun, wearing a light tulle shirt inside, wearing a light armor that was no longer than the knee and no more than the elbow, and went to the middle tent to see the family celebration.

Before entering, I heard the sound of response one after another, and several soldiers were ordered to come out one after another, and went to the rear two villages to ask for soldiers, and took the seized things on the legs of the golden captives, and quickly went to Gaopingzhai to deliver the message.

When Mo Lingfeng was standing outside the door and waiting, Feng Fan also came, also washed wet, with a calm expression - when he entered Sanchuan Village and returned to Chongjiaqing, he was immediately relieved, no longer frightened, and he didn't care whether his Yin Hall was black or not.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the two of them were summoned, and after entering, they saluted to the two of them, and without waiting for the two of them to praise them, they immediately sat around the table, each picked up his chopsticks, and without squinting, he inserted them into the big pot of mutton.

Mo Lingfeng picked up a large piece of mutton, opened his mouth, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it vigorously.

She was very hungry, but she didn't gobble it up, swallowed the mutton, grabbed a soft steamed cake, and asked the farmer for a plate of sugar.

Chong Jiaqing was full of joy at this time, looking at her very pleasing to the eye, and immediately waved his hand, asking the soldiers to go to the back camp to ask for a plate of sand sugar, seeing Mo Lingfeng eat it with steamed cakes dipped in sand sugar, he couldn't help but cover his cheeks and give her a toothache.

After the two of them had eaten and drunk enough, Mo Lingfeng burped at the empty sugar plate, and blurted out the praise of the family celebration.

He first said that Feng Fan had the style of a general, wise and brave, and could lead the forces of all to exterminate a group of Jinyu Tiefutu, and then said that Mo Lingfeng was really not an ordinary little girl, smart, bold and careful, and said that ordinary girls dared to steal his horse to breed?

Don't dare, so Mo Lingfeng is really different.

Feng Fan's face was flushed, and he was very embarrassed to be modest to the tea cup in front of him, Mo Lingfeng was praised very frankly, even if he heard it.

After the family celebrated the praise, he was comfortable, waved them out to rest, and when the others came back, they would draw a map well, Feng Fan got up and retreated, but Mo Lingfeng stood still and did not leave.

"How?" Chong Jiaqing looked at her, "Not full? ”

He took a sip of the teacup, and thought about the scale of the table just now, if Mo Lingfeng's belly was a bottomless pit, it was indeed not full.

Mo Lingfeng shook his head: "General, have we made a great contribution?" ”

"It's really a great achievement," Chong Jiaqing saw that she showed a gluttonous expression, and knew that she had come to ask for something, "What do you want, say." ”

"Commander."

With a "poof", all the tea in Chong Jiaqing's mouth was spit out, he put down the teacup, coughed "snorting", groped with both hands on his body, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the tea dripping on his beard.

He looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Do you think the commander coughs like cabbage?" ”

Mo Lingfeng shook his head and said, "It's not like it, so I exchange it for the Iron Floating Slaughter." ”

Chong Jiaqing had a sense of ridicule, but half-laughing and half-angry, he saw a little shallow childlike appearance from this little thing, thinking that with his meager strength, he could turn the world upside down.

Pitiful, lovely, pity.

(End of chapter)