Chapter 199: As long as you are alive, better than anything.

The sky is full of yellow sand and the drums thunder.
Thousands of troops are in full swing.
They armed with weapons, sipping their rushes, and fighting the enemy's life and death.
Riding a dark horse, the oriental mysterious body wearing a gold armor suit is like a god, and a hand spears a spear. Whenever it passes, it will flow into a river and bury the body.
He repelled the enemy with the soldiers.
Another victory!
After repelling this enemy army, Dongfang Xuan did not stop for a half, and ran to the north.
Here, the war is still old and the yellow sand is full of sky.
Even so, it is not difficult to see that one party has been unable to do so and is retreating.
On the white horse, the warrior with the same golden armor as the oriental Xuan sang, when he saw the oriental Xuanze horse rushing, the mouth showed a smile.
"Ah..." He screamed and killed the enemy.
"No worries!" Dong Xuan came to him and killed him with him.
The Oriental Xuan holds a spear. This petite warrior Song Wushou holds a long sword. Their tactics are the same. They throw swords and throw arrows. They are all the same.
Song Wu worry seems to be heroic, and the oriental Xuan looks like a storm.
With their cooperation, the enemy was quickly repelled.
"Hey..."
The enemy repelled, and the army of Dongfang Xuan shouted excitedly.
Dong Xuan and Song Wu, who was riding a white horse, looked at each other and smiled.
When I saw the oriental Xuan Shen’s sharp and phoenix with a smile, Song Wu’s cheeks were reddish.
The Oriental Xuan Chao reached out and his voice was magnetic: "Come here."
"Calling..."
When the soldiers saw it, they shouted excitedly, as if they were groaning.
Song worries, I was embarrassed to frown, and screaming at the soldiers who shouted: "Walk away, don't call, noisy!"
"Song General is shy!"
"Song General, we have won another victory. You celebrate with the Eastern General alone."
The soldiers were cheering again.
"Don't come?" Dongfang Xuan raised his eyebrows and smiled at the bottom.
Song Wuxi reached out and apparently his hand was smaller than the hand of Dongfang Xuan.
Dong Xuan took her hand and pulled it. She was in the air and turned to a beautiful bucket.
After a while, she sat in front of the oriental Xuan, in the cheers of a group of soldiers, Dong Xuan took her to the horse.
They stopped at the river near the military camp.
On both sides of the river, the green grass is beautiful, and there are butterflies dancing.
"Song worry-free, are you injured again?" Dong Xuan and Song Wushou squatting by the river, washing her hands for her, seeing her little hand with a deep and shallow scar, distressed.
Song Wushou does not care about a smile. "When you fight in killing and killing, how can you not be injured?"
Dong Xuan clasped her hand tightly and looked at her deeply: "Soon, we will occupy the entire West Plain."
Song Wuyou nodded hard and smiled: "Well! After occupying the entire Xiyuan, you will be the king, the king of the West!"
Oriental Xuan hook lips, breeze, gently licking his handsome cheeks, "When I become a king, you are my queen!"
His commitment always makes her heart.
She raised her hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said sincerely: "As long as you are alive, better than anything."
Dong Xuan has faded his shirt. At this time, he is handsome and handsome.
"It will be alive, we will all be alive." Oriental Xuan used a wide, thin hand to pick up the water, and gracefully and gently cleaned the dust and blood stains on her face.
Song Wushou’s mouth is smiling, his eyes are bright and sparkling.