Jimo's firm and regretless gaze brought back Jian Yao's memories of that woman in military uniform on the streets of Nanyang, with her deep night eyes. She never knew that behind her ruthlessness and calculation, she was also burdened with such a heavy mission.

"Then why did you leave her and Nanyang?"

"Because Jian Muchong... she betrayed the whole of Nanyang for a dead man..." After Jimo finished speaking, he quietly clenched his fists. Jian Yao turned his head to meditate and asked, "Is it because of brother Mu Cheng's soul-stirring technique?"

"right!"

"Who is it?"

"Do you remember Zuo Shidu?"

Chaoyang Store Flower Hall

"Why do you want me to send troops?"

"If you don't send troops, why don't you ask the king's city guards to go out?"

"Who...who said...isn't it King Qin's practice? Those from various branches..."

"King Yan, please stop being so naive at this moment, King Qin? Who do you think is still capable of King Qin now? Is it Xize or Dongyin?"

As soon as Jimo and Jian Yao entered the room, they heard the argument in the flower hall. King Yan was speechless after being beaten by the black general, and stared at him angrily. Jian Yao turned back knowingly, while Jimo looked at her back and sighed quietly.

When King Yan heard the noise, he stood up as soon as he saw Jimo, pointed at him and said, "There is him, and there is Nanyang. If Nanyang doesn't move, Mo Qi won't move, you can't let me die!"

The black general's brows furrowed, and Naga's face turned livid. Jimo paused for a moment, took two steps forward, knelt down, and said loudly: "In the current national crisis, I beg your Majesty to send me, Mo Cavalry, to go on an expedition!"

As soon as these words came out, the three people present were dumbfounded. Naga was a little excited. The black general wanted to say something but then stopped. After a moment of silence, Naga asked in a low voice: "Your Mo Cavalry only has a thousand people left, and the Ghost King is fighting all the way."

, the number of recruited troops is said to be one hundred thousand, how can we defeat them? "

General Jimo raised his lowered head slightly and said calmly: "The general will not fight alone. The Nanyang Mang army can also die for the country. Even if they cannot win completely, they will never let a hundred thousand rebel troops easily enter the royal city!"

Dongyin Taohuawu

There was a cold wind blowing outside the window, but there were no clouds floating in the sky. Feng Xie leaned in front of the window where the sun was shining slightly, watching the sun rise inch by inch, watching the cold wind of early winter blowing, and watching the clouds in the sky.

Rolling in the wind, watching one or two birds soaring hard in the sky. My heart comes from the spring of that year, when the pink spring smiles and the fragrance of flowers overflows.

, how much happiness has been written down? That season of lilac rain was thin and misty. I still remember that on the rainy night, the hazy drizzle ruffled the ends of her hair, and the pleasant smile was accompanied by the tinkling under the eaves.

The sound of rain and the wind in May traveled through every day and every night they were together, every look in their eyes, every inch of their eyebrows...

"Master Hou!" Meng Hu's low call made Feng Xie dissatisfied. He frowned and stood up reluctantly.

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside?" Meng Hu was a little nervous when he heard the scolding, and he hesitated when he spoke.

"It's an important matter. Tiandu has the intention to send troops!"

Feng Xie walked to the wooden table and gently touched the dusty strings with his fingertips.

"Who leads the troops?"

“Jimo!“

He sneered and hooked his fingers heavily on the strings, making a muffled "buzz" sound.

"What are his few soldiers?"

"I heard that he is going to Nanyang to borrow troops!"

"It won't be more than 50,000!"

Although Feng Xie said this, his expression became worried. One Jian Mu Cheng and the other Yi Huaisha were living in trouble. Jimo's firm and regretless eyes evoked Jian Yao's memories. The woman in military uniform on the streets of Nanyang was deeply worried.

With her night eyes, she never knew that behind her ruthlessness and calculation, she was also carrying such a heavy mission.

"Then why did you leave her and Nanyang?"

"Because Jian Muchong... she betrayed the whole of Nanyang for a dead man..." After Jimo finished speaking, he quietly clenched his fists. Jian Yao turned his head to meditate and asked, "Is it because of brother Mu Cheng's soul-stirring technique?"

"right!"

"Who is it?"

"Do you remember Zuo Shidu?"

Chaoyang Store Flower Hall

"Why do you want me to send troops?"

"If you don't send troops, why don't you ask the king's city guards to go out?"

"Who...who said...isn't it King Qin's practice? Those from various branches..."

"King Yan, please stop being so naive at this moment, King Qin? Who do you think is still capable of King Qin now? Is it Xize or Dongyin?"

As soon as Jimo and Jian Yao entered the room, they heard the argument in the flower hall. King Yan was speechless after being beaten by the black general, and stared at him angrily. Jian Yao turned back knowingly, while Jimo looked at her back and sighed quietly.

When King Yan heard the noise, he stood up as soon as he saw Jimo, pointed at him and said, "There is him, and there is Nanyang. If Nanyang doesn't move, Mo Qi won't move, you can't let me die!"

The black general's brows furrowed, and Naga's face turned livid. Jimo paused for a moment, took two steps forward, knelt down, and said loudly: "In the current national crisis, I beg your Majesty to send me, Mo Cavalry, to go on an expedition!"

As soon as these words came out, the three people present were dumbfounded. Naga was a little excited. The black general wanted to say something but then stopped. After a moment of silence, Naga asked in a low voice: "Your Mo Cavalry only has a thousand people left, and the Ghost King is fighting all the way."

, the number of recruited troops is said to be one hundred thousand, how can we defeat them? "

General Jimo raised his lowered head slightly and said calmly: "The general will not fight alone. The Nanyang Mang army can also die for the country. Even if they cannot win completely, they will never let a hundred thousand rebel troops easily enter the royal city!"

Dongyin Taohuawu

There was a cold wind blowing outside the window, but there were no clouds floating in the sky. Feng Xie leaned in front of the window where the sun was shining slightly, watching the sun rise inch by inch, watching the cold wind of early winter blowing, and watching the clouds in the sky.

Rolling in the wind, watching one or two birds soaring hard in the sky. My heart comes from the spring of that year, when the pink spring smiles and the fragrance of flowers overflows.

, how much happiness has been written down? That season of lilac rain was thin and misty. I still remember that on the rainy night, the hazy drizzle ruffled the ends of her hair, and the pleasant smile was accompanied by the tinkling under the eaves.

The sound of rain and the wind in May traveled through every day and every night they were together, every look in their eyes, every inch of their eyebrows...

"Master Hou!" Meng Hu's low call made Feng Xie dissatisfied. He frowned and stood up reluctantly.

"Didn't I tell you to wait outside?" Meng Hu was a little nervous when he heard the scolding, and he hesitated when he spoke.

"It's an important matter. Tiandu has the intention to send troops!"

Feng Xie walked to the wooden table and gently touched the dusty strings with his fingertips.

"Who leads the troops?"

“Jimo!“

He sneered and hooked his fingers heavily on the strings, making a muffled "buzz" sound.

"What are his few soldiers?"

"I heard that he is going to Nanyang to borrow troops!"

"It won't be more than 50,000!"
Chapter completed!