This war has lasted until now, the red sun in the desert has already set down the mountain, the surroundings have gradually become dark, outside the luxurious and extravagant carriage, Murong Qing is lazily lying in the soft collapse, under the beautiful face, a pair of long eyes are slightly closed, transparent with a trace of sharpness, purple eyes are like natural gems, brilliance, adding a bit of charm out of thin air, the battle is still ongoing, most of the soldiers of Nanxing have been killed and wounded, there are only a few sporadic numbers, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, Ling Qiangfeng has been surrounded by the soldiers of the Northern Tang Dynasty, The spears around him kept approaching, and Ling Liefeng waved the big knife in his hand and continued to sprint forward.

"Poof" The spear penetrated the battle armor, and then pulled out and pierced, already wounded into the chest and lungs, Ling Liefeng spat out a mouthful of blood, his breathing was short, and he fell straight backwards, falling to the ground covered with corpses, "No! Ling seemed to watch Ling Liefeng fall, and couldn't help but scream, the Northern Tang soldiers behind raised their spears and stabbed at Ling Liefeng, Ling seemed to kill the two or three people in front of him with a ruthless move, blood sprinkled on the face, hot, stepping on their bodies that were about to fall, and quickly flew to Ling Liefeng's position, a telekinesis threw the sword in his hand, and pierced the person's body accurately, at this time, her long black hair was scattered beside her, her face was bloody, and she couldn't see the brilliance that belonged to her original appearance.

"Dad, don't be lucky, you have to stop the bleeding" Ling seemed to help Ling Liefeng, looked at the blood gushing out of his chest, and used his hand to point on his chest to seal Ling Liefeng's acupuncture points.

"Seemingly, you run away quickly, leave me alone" Ling Liefeng was a little weak when he spoke, and he stood up with difficulty after Ling seemed to support him.

"Listen to the soldiers of Nanxing, it's still too late for you to surrender now, put down the blades in your hands, and you can be spared!" Jian Chiyu rode a war horse, carrying a meteor hammer on his shoulder, the dark black sharp blade of the hammer body was very sharp, and he walked out from the rear of the Northern Tang Dynasty soldiers, wearing golden battle armor, his lips were very thin, and he looked particularly cold.

"Bang Dang" Nanxing soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, thought twice, and chose to drop the weapon in his hand.

"Ling Liefeng, your soldiers have all surrendered, you just sign this paper" Jian Chiyu said, and ordered a few people to take a crimson booklet and hand it over, what does Ling Liefeng mean, as long as he signs and surrenders, no matter whether the Nanxing Emperor agrees or not, Nanxing will definitely become a vassal state of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and will pay tribute according to a certain amount every year, or send the Northern Tang army to be stationed in Nanxing, nominally it is still the rule of the Nanxing Emperor, in fact, the control power is in the Northern Tang, not only that, but the Northern Tang will also become the country with the most vassal states, Toujiang, which is famous for Gu worms, the ancient port rich in jewelry and jade, and the economically prosperous Nanxing, have become one of the most powerful countries in the world today.

"No, even if I die, I won't sign for you." Ling Liefeng didn't look at the booklet handed over, and his determined gaze stared at Jian Chiyu.

"It seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking?" Jian Chiyu was a little angry at Ling Liefeng's attitude, "But now the two of you are about to become lonely souls under my hammer!" Jian Chiyu shook the meteor hammer on his shoulder as he spoke, the momentum was violent, and he continued to accumulate his strength, only to feel a powerful air flow around him, and the speed was extremely fast.

I only heard the sound of "snapping", which was the sound of broken bones

"Ah~" Ling Liefeng fell to the ground in pain, the dense beads of sweat on his forehead slid down the contours of his face, the knee bones of his legs were shattered, and Ling seemed to be a little numb by the overflowing airway of the hammer, you must know that her hand was supporting Ling Liefeng a moment ago, and now she has taken several steps back.

"Daddy!" Ling seems to look at Ling Liefeng who is rolling on the ground in pain, until he faints, Ling seems to have thousands of thoughts in his heart, Ling seems to have been brought up by her master since she was a child, and has been following her master to practice martial arts, although Ling Liefeng is his father, but the number of visits to her since childhood is very small, and the relationship with this father is only nominal, this time the master said, no matter what, Ling Liefeng must be kept alive, for the master's entrustment, for this immutable blood relationship, although the subsidiary country became controlled by the Northern Tang Dynasty, but at least there will be no more wars, no more people displaced, There is a good side to thinking about it this way.

"Could it be that you people in the Northern Tang Dynasty are so arrogant, even if Nanxing becomes a vassal country, with your way of doing things, how can our people obey?" Ling seemed to speak coldly

"Oh? There is some truth in what you said, there is a rule in the Northern Tang Dynasty not to kill prisoners of war, but the rule is that people are dead, people are alive, and sometimes there are exceptions" Jian Chiyu looked at Ling Yi, his somewhat dirty face covered the beauty of his original appearance, and a pair of cold eyes caught a trace of murderous aura.

"You must know that your Northern Tang Dynasty is heavy on martial arts, and we are heavy on Southern Star, a country that has always ruled the country with literature, you want to do the opposite, won't your emperor have more resistance to controlling Southern Star in the future?" Ling seemed to smile, she couldn't make a move with Jian Chiyu now, after all, she had killed so many people before, and the internal force was depleted relatively quickly, even if she had to do it, she was not sure that she could win him, so she had to move the Northern Tang Emperor out and suppress him, and see what his reaction was.

Suddenly there was a strange wind, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, it was the breath of a strong man, this person's martial arts far surpassed Ling Rujian Chiyu and others, Ling seemed to be calm, and saw the person clearly in the messy hair, on top of a majestic black horse, a striking red robe, flamboyant and gorgeous, a few cloud cranes embroidered on the wide cuffs, lifelike, holding the black reins in his hand, in the cold moonlight, the whole body was shrouded in a halo, even more charming, a pair of purple eyes with breathtaking beauty, At a glance, people will unconsciously fall into it.

"Lord Wang, the remaining soldiers of Nanxing have all surrendered, and only these two people with hard mouths remain, waiting for His Highness to decide." Jian Chiyu said very respectfully in the direction of Murong Qing.

Murong Qing's stunning gaze swept lightly from Ling Bi's body, and the purple waves of light flowed under his eyes, unable to hide the coldness emanating from the bottom of his eyes, such a compelling gaze made Ling Bi's breathing tight, which was a little suffocating.

"Oh? Bring her to me. The man's low, magnetic voice sounded, breaking the silence of the moment.

Two Northern Tang soldiers came to Murong Qing on the left and right, and the current situation made her dare not resist.

Ling seemed to hear Jian Chiyu call him His Royal Highness, then this is the prince of the Northern Tang Dynasty, he was the one who shot an arrow and attacked her before, and the injury on his face was also due to him, Ling's scrutiny surprised Murong Qing a little, this woman is so bold, dare to look at him like this, he has never seen it. Murong Qing raised his hand, a golden silk thread came out of the cuffs, straight wrapped around Ling Yi's neck, slightly forced, Ling seemed to have a feeling of suffocation, couldn't help but raise his chin, Murong Qing looked condescendingly, the red light in his eyes set off Ling's black eyes even brighter, and finally the red silk thread let go of Ling like little by little, and returned to Murong Qing's sleeve, Ling Yi's white neck also left obvious red traces.

"Lord, cough cough cough ......" After a violent cough, Ling's chest continued to rise and fall, and his heart was beating rapidly, if he was pushing harder, he would suffocate to death.

After a long time, Ling seemed to continue to speak, "Lord Wang, Nanxing has been defeated, we are willing to sign the paperwork, besides, my father is already a wasted person, and he will not pose a threat in the future."

"So what?" Murong Qing lowered her head and looked at the woman who was coughing and her shoulders were shaking.

"Please let my father go and let him go back" Ling seemed to lower his attitude and knelt in front of Murong Qing, his gaze staying on the ground.

"You can let him go, but you have to stay." Murong Qing smiled faintly, and that smile was both charming and trembling.

"Lord Wang, don't act rashly, in case she plays any tricks, in my opinion, I still kill her" Jian Chiyu said calmly on the side.

"You're teaching me to do things?" Murong Qing said with some dissatisfaction

"Wang ...... Lord Wang, the minister doesn't dare, "Jian Chiyu's back is cold, the capital will look at the face of the Northern Tang Emperor and dare not do anything, crushing him outside here is like crushing an ant, Jian Chiyu doesn't dare to say anything."

"Hand over the paperwork" Murong Qing gestured a look, Ling seemed to show respect for the crimson booklet with both hands, and walked to the unconscious Ling Liefeng, Murong Qing's gaze stayed on her, only to see her bite her finger, blood overflowed, and the red color left on her lips was very attractive, smearing the blood on the tips of Ling Liefeng's fingers, while opening the booklet, covered a bright red fingerprint.

Dad I'm sorry, Master asked me to keep you alive no matter what, and now I can only do this, Ling Ru thought secretly in his heart.

"Just let their own people take him back" Murong Qing commanded, Ling seemed to see Ling Liefeng being carried away, and then he thought of his situation, it was not much better, nor was it worse, at least he was still alive now, as long as he was alive, there was hope.

"Thank you, Lord Wang" Ling seemed to look at the person who had the posture of a captivating city, and when his eyes met, Ling seemed to feel that his heart trembled slightly.

"Thank me? This king never makes a loss-making business, and it is naturally useful to keep you" Murong Qing already had a delicate golden yellow porcelain vase in his hand when he spoke, and his white and slender fingers kept playing with it, and when he finished speaking, he had already thrown it to Ling Yi, and a fierce wind struck, and Ling Wei accurately caught the porcelain vase with his hand.

"What is this?" Ling Rudai frowned slightly, and asked in question

"You can open it and take a look," Murong Qing's purple eyes suddenly flashed with a glimmer of essence, and his sharp gaze stared at Ling Yi with interest.

Open it? I'm so stupid, what if it's a hidden weapon or something, it's poison, Ling seems to be thinking about what to do, cracks began to appear in the body of the "Zizi" porcelain bottle, as if something was going to come out, Ling seemed to think of throwing the porcelain bottle out, but it was already a step too late, the porcelain body shattered into powder, and a small black bug in the middle had quickly disappeared into Ling Yi's eyebrows, and it was gone.

"Hahaha, do you think it's okay if you don't open it?" Murong Qing smiled, Ling seemed to curse in his heart, and immediately sat cross-legged and tried to force out the insect just now, a sense of powerlessness arose, and suddenly a sharp stinging pain struck, quickly spreading throughout the body, "poof" Ling seemed to spit blood, and at the moment before he fell, he stared at Murong Qing coldly, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, until he sank into the darkness.

"Tie her up and throw her into the prisoner car" Murong Qing didn't look at the man, dropped this sentence and rode away.