I'm afraid that if she is tortured, if everyone leaves one day late, Yueyao will be liberated one day late, and her life may even be in danger.
So after thinking about it this way, there was really no way to consider the issue of injured numbers, so Emperor Xiutian had no choice but to give up his original idea and decided to go directly.
Nangong Wenchu looked around at everyone, then still smiled slightly, spread his hands and said: "Since I have decided to continue on the road, I have nothing to arrange. Today's tactics are... no tactics." Then Nangong
Wen Chuyi shrugged his shoulders and said to Emperor Xiutian: "Xiutian, this next battle will be your hard work. The four of us with injuries, plus one of you...it all depends on you."
Di Xiutian held the sword in his hand across his chest, made a very cool posture, and said with a smile: "No problem, you four, just be responsible for watching my young master's heroic appearance..."
"Tsk tsk..." Feng Muran curled his lips, smacked his lips and said, "I don't expect you to have any valiant and heroic appearance. As long as you can prevent me from admiring your ugly blood, I will be Amitabha.
It’s so good, so good…”
Emperor Xiutian suddenly raised his eyebrows, looked at Feng Muran and said like a ruffian: "Feng Muran, do you think everyone is like you, stupid as hell? Still bleeding? It's better than you opening a hole in your body.
.If your kid wasn’t a freak with a heart on the right side, you would have died a long time ago. You’ve already died, and you can’t die anymore... How can you still tolerate your failure here? I don’t know what’s the reason for not being good at academics.
who."
"You..." Feng Muran was furious and couldn't help but want to hit Di Xiutian on the shoulder, but the wound was pulled. Feng Muran couldn't help but take a breath: "Hiss... Damn it! Di Xiu Tian"
God, wait until this prince recovers from his injuries and see how he deals with you..."
"Okay, okay..." Lin Yinfeng shook his head helplessly, comforting Di Xiutian and Lin Yinfeng: "In the face of the war, you two should be quiet... Let's listen to Wen Chu's arrangements, it will save you money.
We were in disarray during the battle. We are now a team of wounded soldiers."
Helian Shuiruo also looked at the two people fighting with dissatisfaction, patted his forehead, and said helplessly: "Di Xiutian, Feng Muran, can you two not act like two children all day long?
Are they fighting over each other? Those who know are said to be Di Xiutian and the Third Prince, two of the Four Young Masters of Fengling. I don't know, but I'm just wondering where these two fighting cocks came from. They just want to be together every day, blushing and thick-necked.
Are you two tired?"
"You're not tired!" Di Xiutian and Feng Muran yelled at Helian Shuiruo and his child at the same time, and then looked at each other, both of them turned away with blushing faces, "Huh."
They yelled and ignored each other.
Nangong Wenchu looked at the two people in a funny way, regardless of their quarrels. Anyway, no matter how much the two people quarreled, they were still like that. They regarded each other as their good comrades, good partners, and good teammates.
Someone who is worth sacrificing his life to protect.
Quarrel often takes two forms.
One is a dispute caused by mutual dislike... This is undoubtedly terrible for the two people in the team.
The other type is because they have such good feelings for each other that they hurt each other and dislike each other.