Tomorrow is tomorrow, which means that at this time tomorrow, her brother will meet Feng Xie in battle. Jian Yao's legs suddenly softened. She was always on tenterhooks every time they went out. She didn't want to lose anyone, but in

Destined to choose a side. Either this one or that one...

The incessant chattering in my memory emerged again, it turned out to be this!

"Princess?"

The soldier helped Jian Yao, who was sitting down, and she held the back of his hand tightly. Jian Yao's hands were as cold as ice. She raised her face, handed the sword spike back to him, and said, "Tell him...

"

The wind outside the tent was blowing coldly, with the smell of rust. In the color of snow, Feng Xie was astride a black war horse. The black armor exuded a cold light, just like the thousand-year-old black ice.

"Master Marquis, let him leave like this?" Meng Hu was a little angry, staring at the cavalry figure getting further and further away in the distance. Feng Xie beside him suddenly sneered and said coldly:

"You must have gotten the news if you left so quickly!"

"Then why don't you pursue us? Why don't we do it tomorrow..."

Feng Xie raised his hand to stop his words, and said slowly: "Notify me, there will be a change in tactics tomorrow. We will directly attack the southwest and seize Jian Mu Cheng's camp. There is no need to bypass Fan Liang!"

"What?" Meng Hu almost dropped his chin, "Not bypassing Fan Liang? Those are Jian Mu Cheng's allies!"

Feng Xie sneered and said, "What is reliable in this troubled world?"

After taking a look at Meng Hu's stunned face, Feng Xie raised the corner of his mouth with a bloodthirsty smile and rode towards the commander's camp.

"Going out?"

Jian Yao walked to the front of the commander's camp and was about to go in. Unexpectedly, the curtain was lifted, revealing Feng Xie's smiling face.

"Yeah...walk around..."

Raising his head, Jian Yao's eyes met Feng Xie's. The cold wind blew the face in the helmet with heart-warming perseverance and depth. Feng Xie suddenly laughed, and he reached out and touched Jian Yao.

On her cheek, she whispered: "My face is so cold!" He wrapped his cold hand with his big palm, "Don't go out when I'm not here anymore, I'm afraid you'll be blown away by the wind."

"I'm not that weak." Jian Yao smiled, his palm was so warm! Holding it in his hand, his heart seemed to melt.

Jian Yao was lost in his smile, obsessed and drowned. If she couldn't make a choice, let everything be decided by God. She closed her eyes and leaned on Feng Xie's chest. His tall body blocked the coldness of the wild.

In the wind and darkness, Jian Yao still remembered her trembling voice. She said: Tell him, I miss him too and want to see him!

Tears fell silently, for the first time she went against her brother's wishes. She couldn't give him what he wanted and wanted to know, because Feng Xie was also a very important person to her. God would not pity her, she must make a choice.

, then she could only hide herself, thinking about nothing and knowing nothing. Feng Xie, who was holding her, pressed her head hard against his chest, and his blue eyes were covered with a cold chill...

On the horizon in the dark night, torches were swaying left and right in the wind, and there was a lot of noise outside the camp. When Jian Yao woke up, the temperature around her had already gone cold. She put on her clothes and walked out of the camp. Under the night, the soldiers were lined up neatly and densely.

Feng Xie is dressed in a military uniform, and he is extraordinarily heroic. His face, as firm as a knife carved in the cold wind, is even more mature and steady. Like the vast black land in the north, it is also dyed with the vicissitudes of wind and frost. Standing proudly in front of the three armies, he is even more...

He had a kingly demeanor and was ambitious. When he saw Jian Yao coming out, he rode over, reined in his horse, and confronted Jian Yao.

It's a pair of clear eyes. Tomorrow is tomorrow, which means that at this time tomorrow, my brother will meet Feng Xie in battle. Jian Yao's legs suddenly softened. She is always on tenterhooks every time they go out. Who is she?

I don’t want to lose, but I am destined to choose one side in my destiny. Either this one, or that one...

The incessant chattering in my memory emerged again, it turned out to be this!

"Princess?"

The soldier helped Jian Yao, who was sitting down, and she held the back of his hand tightly. Jian Yao's hands were as cold as ice. She raised her face, handed the sword spike back to him, and said, "Tell him...

"

The wind outside the tent was blowing coldly, with the smell of rust. In the color of snow, Feng Xie was astride a black war horse. The black armor exuded a cold light, just like the thousand-year-old black ice.

"Master Marquis, let him leave like this?" Meng Hu was a little angry, staring at the cavalry figure getting further and further away in the distance. Feng Xie beside him suddenly sneered and said coldly:

"You must have gotten the news if you left so quickly!"

"Then why don't you pursue us? Why don't we do it tomorrow..."

Feng Xie raised his hand to stop his words, and said slowly: "Notify me, there will be a change in tactics tomorrow. We will directly attack the southwest and seize Jian Mu Cheng's camp. There is no need to bypass Fan Liang!"

"What?" Meng Hu almost dropped his chin, "Not bypassing Fan Liang? Those are Jian Mu Cheng's allies!"

Feng Xie sneered and said, "What is reliable in this troubled world?"

After taking a look at Meng Hu's stunned face, Feng Xie raised the corner of his mouth with a bloodthirsty smile and rode towards the commander's camp.

"Going out?"

Jian Yao walked to the front of the commander's camp and was about to go in. Unexpectedly, the curtain was lifted, revealing Feng Xie's smiling face.

"Yeah...walk around..."

Raising his head, Jian Yao's eyes met Feng Xie's. The cold wind blew the face in the helmet with heart-warming perseverance and depth. Feng Xie suddenly laughed, and he reached out and touched Jian Yao.

On her cheek, she whispered: "My face is so cold!" He wrapped his cold hand with his big palm, "Don't go out when I'm not here anymore, I'm afraid you'll be blown away by the wind."

"I'm not that weak." Jian Yao smiled, his palm was so warm! Holding it in his hand, his heart seemed to melt.

Jian Yao was lost in his smile, obsessed and drowned. If she couldn't make a choice, let everything be decided by God. She closed her eyes and leaned on Feng Xie's chest. His tall body blocked the coldness of the wild.

In the wind and darkness, Jian Yao still remembered her trembling voice. She said: Tell him, I miss him too and want to see him!

Tears fell silently, for the first time she went against her brother's wishes. She couldn't give him what he wanted and wanted to know, because Feng Xie was also a very important person to her. God would not pity her, she must make a choice.

, then she could only hide herself, thinking about nothing and knowing nothing. Feng Xie, who was holding her, pressed her head hard against his chest, and his blue eyes were covered with a cold chill...

On the horizon in the dark night, torches were swaying left and right in the wind, and there was a lot of noise outside the camp. When Jian Yao woke up, the temperature around her had already gone cold. She put on her clothes and walked out of the camp. Under the night, the soldiers were lined up neatly and densely.

Feng Xie is dressed in a military uniform, and he is extraordinarily heroic. His face, as firm as a knife carved in the cold wind, is even more mature and steady. Like the vast black land in the north, it is also dyed with the vicissitudes of wind and frost. Standing proudly in front of the three armies, he is even more...
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