The blood-black one was actually a poisonous palm!

Without any chance of hesitation, with a "brush", the Han Yue Sword pulled out of the Heaven and Earth Bracelet and slashed at the man in gray robe who was attacking from his side.

The man in the gray robe did not expect that after he succeeded, the girl could fight back quickly. He looked breathless and quickly avoided as soon as he stepped back, but he still couldn't dodge.

In Qiqi's current hands, the Hanyue Sword is completely like the spirituality given. The sword is windy and cold, and it is as fast as the wind.

With a "sniff", a bloody mouth dyed open on the man in the gray robe's chest.

At the same time, Wuming's big palm fell on Qiqi's waist, quickly hugged her to the side, and sent her out diagonally. Although it was seriously injured, the sword was as fast as thunder and lightning.

The man in black robe who had just shook off Qiqi's palm quickly retreated, and the sword still narrowly passed through his chest. Although it was not fatal, it was also very injured.

"Let's go!" Qiqi pulled Bei Teng Qingyan who had climbed up from the soft couch, and held Wuming, who had a little unstable footsteps. At the same time, they both tapped their feet lightly, jumped up from the tent, broke through the tent and jumped out of the air, and quickly rushed out of the military camp.

"Kill me!" Behind me, two men in black robes chased me.

With a command, a large number of soldiers rushed forward and quickly trapped them in the battle circle.

The seven-color gauze dress on Qiqi's body had already appeared because it was stained with Wuming's blood. One was seriously injured and the other had weak martial arts skills. Although Wuming could still resist, he was poisoned and could not use his skills at all. Once he used his skills, the toxins would spread rapidly in his body.

She took out a bottle of medicine from the Heaven and Earth Bracelet, and didn't even have the chance to feed him. She put it into his arms and said anxiously: "Take two pills and put away the others."

With one knife, the sword was cold and swept several people quickly.

"Go away!" Two men in black robes suddenly turned around and returned to the tent of the Dongling Tuori. Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief, picked Wuming and Bei Teng Qingyan and jumped up, stepped on the soldiers' heads and quickly rushed out of the battle circle.

Along the way, Qiqi was just walking, Wuming swung his sword and broke the back. At first, he could still walk a distance, but later, the masters in the army went to block their way. After the three of them fell, they were immediately surrounded in the battle circle.

"You go by yourself, don't worry about us." Wuming cut his sword open, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of black blood surged out.

Bei Teng Qingyan didn't say anything, but pushed Qiqi away, grabbed a long sword from the soldier, and fought fiercely with the soldiers who rushed up.

Although the robe blocked her body, the body inside the robe was still faintly visible. This made Qiqi feel extremely sad.

This woman is so stupid!

I knew these things without any mind. The Hanyue Knife danced rapidly in her hand. Wherever the cold sword wind passed, the bloody breath spread.

Her sword was too domineering. For a while, even if countless soldiers were surrounded by them, they could not get close to them and took them down.

They had thought that although the granary was not burned much, Dongling Taowri was seriously injured and probably couldn't get on the road these days. At least, it finally delayed their pace for several days.

But, are you really trapped here today?

More and more soldiers were pouring in, and the battle circle was shrinking. The blood oozing from Wuming's lips was still continuous, and the wounds on Bei Teng Qingyan's body were also added...

Even if the Hanyue Knife in Qiqi's hand is still fierce, how should I break this game?

Murong Yifeng suddenly woke up and looked up and saw Tuoba Feiya coming back from outside.

Seeing that he was sitting on a chair and fell asleep, Tuoba Feiya walked up to him and said softly: "Why don't you rest on the couch if you are sleepy?"

"It's still early." Murong Yifeng sat upright, intending to pick up the military books that fell to the ground.

Tuoba Feiya had already picked it up for him and put it back on his lap: "I... have you taken a shower? How can I wait for you to take a shower?"

Murong Yifeng looked at her, and she hurriedly turned her face away, blushing.

Since the two of them got together last night, until now, she still blushed when she saw him.

Thinking of her purity and her misunderstanding of her in the past, Murong Yifeng sighed and nodded, "Okay."

Tuoba Feiya blushed and immediately went out to order someone to send him bath soup. When he gave him loose clothes, he was still so shy that he didn't even know where to put the cover.

In the end, Murong Yifeng quickly took off his clothes and strode into the bathtub.

The bathtub is large enough, even if it can accommodate one person, it is more than enough.

He looked up at her standing beside her with a soft scarf, hesitated for a moment before he said indifferently: "Are you going together?"

Tuoba Feiya's face turned red, but he was rarely willing to get close to him, and she couldn't bear to miss the opportunity to be with him, and she didn't want to miss his intentions.

Although Tuoba Feiya is the master of this military camp and Murong Yifeng is a prisoner sent by the enemy, she has always been a bit humble in front of Murong Yifeng.

I don’t know who said that in love, whoever cares about will be inferior to others. She doesn’t mind how much she is inferior to him. As long as she can be with him all the time, it will be enough.

With his gaze of expectation hidden, she finally turned around and took off her clothes one by one until only her thin belly and inner pants were left.

He was still hesitating whether to really go down to accompany him, but suddenly his waist tightened and she let out a low voice. The person was already being picked up by Murong Yifeng and was carried into the bathtub with a thump.

"You... your wound." Tuoba Feiya exclaimed in a low voice, and was so scared that she sat up from him and held his hands: "You..."

"It's not so bad." Murong Yifeng smiled slightly, "If it's really so bad, how could he serve you so satisfactorily last night?"

Upon hearing this, her face turned redder like ripe fruits. Such words were heard from him, which was simply...unexpectedly.

Suddenly, the chest felt relaxed, and the belly was pulled away by him. She bit her lip and subconsciously reached out to block her chest. Seeing his eyes moving down, her big palm was about to move again, she said, "I...I will do it myself."

Last night, he didn't know anything, and his clothes were torn to pieces. This man didn't like to talk much, but he did it... it was too rough. If he was not careful, his underwear would definitely be torn to pieces by him again.

Murong Yifeng stared at her slender body. Although she turned her back to her, the two of them were so close and within reach. He was not afraid that she could escape from her arms.

Last night, a magical night, it was the same for her to him.

That was the first time he got close to a woman, until he was her only man, his heart was already soft.

After she carefully took off her inner pants, he suddenly reached out and hugged her from behind, hugged her directly in his arms, and slowly explored upwards along her waistline.

Tuoba Feiya bit her lip, her face flushed, and she subconsciously wanted to resist, but she never dared to refuse him. She was afraid that he would not want to touch her.

So when he was free to do anything, even though she was uneasy, she put her hands away and handed her whole body to him.

Such a well-behaved side made Murong Yifeng's heart completely melt. When the two bodies were in contact with each other, the temperature of the bath soup suddenly increased a lot.

Just a bath!

He gasped for two breaths, but he didn't expect that he would have been confused by women. He left her soft body with a fierce and reluctant manner, held her hand, and carried it out of the water to watch carefully.

Her hands are very beautiful, slender, as white as jade, but there are slightly calluses on the part where the palms and fingers are connected.

Tuoba Feiya wanted to take her hands back a little uneasy, not wanting him to see something bad about him, but he held her hands tightly and did not allow her to escape at all.

"Why did you choose to join the army?" He asked softly, stroking the calluses in her palm.

Tuoba Feiya lowered her head and felt the body she was sitting under her body tensing constantly. She endured her shyness and said softly: "When I was a child, I watched the Second Emperor fight on the battlefield. Every time I came back, I would always add a few scars. I felt ache, so I thought about practicing more martial arts and sharing the burden with the Second Emperor's brother in the future."

Murong Yifeng's heart was soft, but he didn't expect that this girl had such a innocent heart. Eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl, how many people were taking care of her husband and children at home? Why should she face the vast world on the battlefield like her?

"It's just a little woman." He sighed, and suddenly held her hand tightly, "Wait until I'm done, in the future..."

Tuoba Feiya's heart was shocked, and her heart was beating wildly.

But Murong Yifeng stopped talking and did not continue. From now on, these two words were too unrealistic to him. He is still in her military camp now, and everything here is hers.

When I think of my current identity as a prisoner, my palms became cold and my body became cold.

Tuoba Feiya panicked for no reason, turned around and hugged him, and said uneasy: "Yifeng, I...I just want to be with you."

Murong Yifeng's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the impulse that had just been suppressed was completely out of control when she hugged herself.

The soft jade is in my arms, and in the future, he has no intention of thinking about such a vague and ethereal thing.

Can you follow him in the future? Not in her place, but in his battlefield!

When he turned over, he saw her pressing against the edge of the bathtub, he didn't say anything, but just locked her under him and occupied her with all his strength.

No man is willing to be a woman's accessory forever. No matter whether he likes her or whether he intends to be responsible for her forever, he will never be able to take over his fate of being imprisoned by her.

It’s not that Tuoba Feiya didn’t know. She knew that her stubbornness and temperament towards him had already understood two years ago.

She just didn't dare, for fear that he would never look at him again after he let him go back.

At least for now, she can still have him and keep him by her side.

Her delicate eyebrows were tangled with force. She bit her thin lips tightly, and she still couldn't help but burst into her throat with her out of control.

The crazy plundering swears his depression and depression at this moment. Such madness is even more terrifying than last night.

Tuoba Feiya just endured it silently. As long as he was willing to ask for himself, no matter how painful it was, it would be sweet...

... He put the sleeping person on the soft couch and covered her with a quilt. The upset Murong Yifeng went out of the tent and ordered Wuyin to guard this place. He went to the training ground alone.

At night, the training ground was quiet, not even half a figure. He walked among them, looked up at the night sky, and stood quietly. He didn't know how long he had stood before turning around and walking away.
Chapter completed!