Chapter 118: Gentleness

Zhang Dao walked in front of Mitu's body, stretched out his palm and patted him lightly on the shoulder, and suddenly a soft internal force flowed into Mitu's body. Mi Tu suddenly felt warm all over his body, and his originally somewhat pale face was much more ruddy, although he had broken through the cold aura of the dragon's eyes with one finger, he was also injured by the cold aura of the other party.

Mitu smiled gratefully at Zhang Dao and said, "Thank you seniors for helping again." ”

Zhang Dao took it with one palm and said, "It's nothing, it's just a gesture." Then he asked Mitu, "The boxing technique you just used is Wudang Taijiquan, right?"

Mi Tu nodded, and said modestly: "The small skills made the seniors laugh." ”

Zhang Dao was very satisfied with Mitu's attitude, and asked with a smile: "What about your finger, how do you explain it?"

"It's me who sent the secret pure yang finger. In fact, it is quite taboo to interrogate others in this way, but Mi Tu still answered truthfully without concealing it.

Zhang Dao nodded slightly, and said with some emotion: "You are so young, you have such skills, and you can use your internal force so freely, which can be regarded as breathtaking." ”

Mitu didn't expect Zhang Daojing to give himself such a high evaluation, so he was shocked and hurriedly said: "The seniors praised it falsely, and the juniors just narrowly won, narrowly won." ”

Zhang Dao waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be too humble, although I don't know the origin of that lama, but I still recognize the Tantric Mahamudra, which is an extremely advanced martial art in Zang Yu." And the lama's internal strength is yin and evil, there must be amazing adventures, his martial arts attainments are already weak, I can't wait much, but you can win the battle, although there are some tricks, but it is really commendable. ”

Zhang Dao's words had already raised the journey to a height almost equal to his own, which made Liao Cheng frightened, and said in his heart: "A few months ago, this kid was still a defeated general under the old man, I didn't expect to be so favored by Zhang Dao today, I will just be careful in the future, I hope this kid will not hold grudges." At this time, he looked at Mitu again, and there was obviously a little more fear in his eyes.

Mi Tu was not in the mood to think about Liao Cheng's thoughts at this time, he didn't know how worried Han Jing'er was after coming out for so long, so he said goodbye to Zhang Dao at the moment: "Senior, this is not a place where we will stay for a long time, it is better to ......"

Halfway through Mitu's words, Zhang Dao immediately laughed, waved his hand to stop his words, and said with a smile: "Xiao Beisheng is newly married, the old man understands what you mean, haha, farewell, farewell." So saying, he turned and walked out of the temple.

Zhang Dao's playful words greatly shortened the distance between the two parties, but Mitu really didn't expect Zhang Dao to say his thoughts so directly, he couldn't help but blush, stunned on the ground, and even Liao Cheng didn't even see it when he left, until Liu Zi was stabbed by Ming quite meaningfully, but he could only smile embarrassedly at Liu Ziming.

The sun rises in the east, the vast grassland is covered in silver, and the thick frost and snow shine with colorful light under the soft light, which is endless at a glance, and the crystal is gorgeous. That slender figure was even more plain and elegant in the glow. A gust of wind came, countless colorful frost floated up, like pieces of colorful clouds dancing, her clothes fluttering, like flying to the sky, more than the fairy in the dust.

Han Jing'er hadn't slept all night, she had been standing here since she left the city, her hair had already been frosted between her plain shirts, but she didn't feel anything, she only stared in the direction of Daning, waiting for the return of Mitu. Suddenly, her frowning plain eyebrows stretched slightly, her clear eyes lit up, and her pretty red face, which was originally frozen in the cold wind, was better than Xuemei in the cold winter.

The two horses flew over, and they were already anxious, and they were even more excited to see Han Jing'er looking out on the hillside from a distance. As soon as he jumped off the horse, he had already come to Han Jing'er in a few flights, but when he saw Han Jing'er covered in frost and snow, his heart was even more painful, and he couldn't help but hold Han Jing'er tightly in his arms, and said emotionally: "Jing'er, why bother to suffer your body and make me feel so sad." ”

The warm and strong embrace made Han Jing'er tremble, but she said with a smile: "The morning on the prairie is so beautiful and magnificent. ”

It's not about him, at this time the world is full of strong warmth, and the soft morning sun makes people's hearts even more excited.

Mitu kissed Han Jing'er's cool forehead lightly, and said in Han Jing'er's ear: "Yes, it's so beautiful, it's all because of you." ”

The man's hot breath floated in her ears, which made Han Jing'er's body and mind even warmer, and she snuggled softly on Mitu's chest and said coquettishly: "Why do you have to work so hard, so that people are worried about you." ”

Mitu gently cleaned up the frost and snow between Han Jing'er's green silks, and combed a few slightly messy strands of hair for her, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's just a few gentle pats in the past." His words made Han Jing'er sneer, and her originally delicate plain makeup suddenly shone brightly, causing Mitu to be crazy for a while.

Han Jing'er looked at Mitu's stupid appearance in a daze, turned red, slightly disgusted and lightly punched Mitu, and said with a smile: "Pure nonsense, are you a leather ball when you are a person?"

Mi Tu suddenly remembered the appearance of Dao's raw flesh, and immediately smiled: "Almost, that's what it looks like." ”

Han Jing'er thought that Mitu was teasing herself in order to reassure herself, glared at Mitu, and said, "The ghost only believes you, what Dao Yan is like, don't you know me, we have met together." ”

Han Jing'er's smile was extremely beautiful in Mitu's eyes, and she rubbed Han Jing'er's plain hand and said: "It's not Dao Yan, it's Dao Yan's senior brother Dao Sheng, you didn't see his chubby appearance, like a meat ball, he was pushed a few feet away by my palm, and it was a few bounces after landing before it stabilized." ”

Han Jing'er's eyes flashed with a bouncing appearance, and she immediately laughed a little trembling.

The laughter like a silver bell, a smile like a flower, made Mitu's heart beat even more, and he couldn't help but lean forward and kiss Han Jing'er's red lips.

was attacked again, Han Jing'er snorted and struggled for a while, but she hugged Mitu tightly, intoxicated by the strong arms......

After a long time, the two of them were infatuated before they separated, Han Jing'er's face was ruddy, her breath was slightly panting, and she said softly: "Let's go, Brother Ziming has been back to the camp for a long time, and we will go back late, I'm afraid it will make people think it's ......" Speaking of this, Han Jing'er's face turned even redder, and she glanced at Mitu, but she didn't continue.

"Why do you think it?" Mitu asked with a wink, still not letting go of Han Jing'er.

"Villain!" Han Jing'er pushed Mi Tu away, stomped her foot with a shy face, twisted her body and scolded, "I didn't expect you to be so bad and ignore you again." After speaking, Han Jing'er pretended to be angry and turned around and walked down the mountain.

Han Jing'er's youngest daughter's demeanor made Mi Tu even more stupid, he hurriedly caught up with Han Jing'er in a few steps, took her jade hand and smiled and apologized: "Don't dare anymore, good Jing'er, spare me, okay?"

"Ignore you!" Han Jing'er was still full of coquettishness, but she didn't withdraw her hand, but let Mi Tu hold it, and the two of them gently snuggled down the hill like this.

In the distance, rows of neat camp tents spread out in the mountain col, and thousands of generals gathered several neat phalanxes on the field of the battalion lieutenant colonel, the military formation was silent, the needle drop could be heard, countless weapons and armor were shining in the cold light in the military formation, and the bleak autumn wind blew a solemn and murderous atmosphere straight to Xiao Han. (To be continued.) )