Two thousand Mo riders traveled day and night and finally arrived in Dongyin territory. Looking at the looming valley in the distance, Jimo felt sad.

"Master Hou, we will reach Mount Buzhou in two days!"

Jimo nodded to the soldiers who came to report, and with a "ho" sound, he quickly headed towards the mountain road ahead with his spurs clipped on.

The gray clouds float slowly, with a vein lined with gold, reflecting the scorching light of the clouds. Occasionally, when the wind passes by, the gray clouds will crack a thin crack, and an orange-red light shines through. Jimo stands on the cliff, watching.

The sunset slowly set in the sky, and then he took out a bright red scarf from his arms and rubbed it on his lips. The color of the scarf had gradually dimmed with the passage of time, but the affection in Jimo's heart was getting deeper and deeper.

"Jian Yao, just two more days...just two more days..."

Jiao people are all idiots. Jimo understood that what really changed his life in this life was not war or power, but that woman. If he wanted to trace the node of his destiny, he must trace it back to the moment he saw her...

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"What did you say? Say it again!"

Feng Xie pressed forward step by step, his blue eyes as gloomy as ice. Jian Yao took a few steps back timidly, and happened to bump into Ye Jiang behind him.

"When did you agree to him? In Taohuawu? Or when we danced with him by the pool that day?" Feng Xie stretched out his long arm and picked up Jian Yao's front, shaking her body vigorously.

"Tell me! When? After you and I slept together? Or after..."

"Enough!"

A clear and loud slap in the face of "Pa" broke through the oppressive silence and dullness. The whole world seemed to be frightened by Jian Yao's slap in the face, and turned into a desert without people. Jian Yao's eyes stared at Feng in a long time.

Xie's slightly tilted face, and his hand that he hadn't put down yet.

"What right do you have to say something about me? Feng Xie, who are you? You are the ghost king of Rakshasa who led the army to invade Dongyin, and who am I? I am the princess of Dongyin, and the people of Dongyin love me, and I must

Protect them at any cost!" Jian Yao's words were filled with a thick nasal voice, and all the pain was concentrated on this hand. It turned out that hitting the person he loved was so enjoyable and so painful.

Feng Xie was completely stunned. He also looked at Jian Yao's hand. The expression was one of pain and conflict. Ye Jiang saw that his arms and muscles all over his body were stiffening. Jian Yao's words hurt Feng Xie more than the slap.

With evil hearts, they are originally people who are against the world. No matter how hard they try, they can't get rid of the gap that fate has given them. Maybe letting them meet and fall in love is the cruelty of God.

"good!"

After a long silence, Feng Xie raised his head and laughed. Jian Yao was overwhelmed by his laughter, but Ye Jiang felt deeply uneasy.

"In that case...someone is here!"

Two soldiers came in from outside the tent. Jian Yao locked Feng Xie's eyes, trying to understand his thoughts.

"Take the princess down to rest and serve me well. Don't lose any hair, otherwise..."

"I obey my orders!"

Jian Yao was coerced by the soldiers and had to move forward. Just as he was about to leave the tent, he suddenly heard Feng Xie say from behind: "Wait a minute!"

Jian Yao's back stiffened, and behind him were his footsteps getting closer and closer, finally stopping very close to his back, so close that he could feel the heat radiating from his body.

The hem of the skirt on her right hip moved, Jian Yao lowered his head subconsciously, and found that the sachet that never left his body was already in Feng Xie's hand. His heart sank, and he suddenly understood what Feng Xie meant. Jian Yao suddenly became hysterical: "
Chapter completed!