Chapter 862: armistice

Chapter 862 Armistice
Murong Xue refused mercilessly, and the five emperors were not angry. They smiled slightly: "When the girl comes to Shuicheng, she must inform me that she will do her best to entertain the girl."
"Thank you!" Murong Xue did not say that he was not salty and not faint, and he did not want to talk to him more.
The five emperors did not mind, smiled slightly and smiled: "Farewell!" Turned around, the smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a chill, cold command: "Back to the city!"
"Yes!" Shuicheng elite soldiers led the death, followed by the five emperors, neatly and orderly backwards.
A 30-year-old general frowned, hurried to the side of the five emperors, and lowered his voice: "The emperor, let's go!"
"How else?" The five emperors looked gloomy: the archers and the wooden ladders were destroyed. The woman was sitting in Jincheng. They had no chance of winning. They continued to fight, but they only added casualties. It is better to withdraw first, wait until the woman is gone, and attack the Golden City no later than...
"I am afraid that the woman will not go..." The general said the fear in his heart.
The five emperors disapproved: "Reassured, she will definitely leave..." She is not a thousand people, nor is it a helper from Fujian and Taiwan. When she visits Jincheng, she will definitely leave. Now Jincheng is so devastated that there is nothing at all. During the tour, for a few days, she will be annoying and annoying!
He has waited for three years, and it doesn't matter if he waits for a few more days!
"The emperor, do we have to avoid her?" The generalist indulged in a moment and asked the doubts in his heart: but it was a woman who had a lot of talents in the water city. No matter how difficult she was to deal with, they could deal with it. she was……
The five emperors looked at the dignity: "She is a master of the battle, avoiding her, can avoid the death of many elite soldiers, and can avoid the damage of many important tools..." In the three years of fighting, he also lost a lot of manpower and material resources. The war is tight, and things that can be lost are not lost as much as possible...
The generals suddenly realized: "It will be dull at the end..."
The Shuicheng elite soldiers went far and wide, and the battle ended completely.
Yantai ink sighed with a long sigh of relief and told the soldiers to clean up the battlefield. The soldiers had experienced many such battles, and the highly skilled wounded, lifting the body, rushing blood...
Yantai ink turned and looked at Murong Xue, full of gratitude: "Thank you for helping Murong girl."
Murong Xue smiled softly: "You are welcome." A friend, she lives in the mansion of the Fujian-Taiwan brothers, helping them defend the city, it should be...
Suddenly a tight shoulder, Murong Xue fell into a warm embrace, faint ink bamboo scented around the tip of the nose, Murong Xue looked up, not surprised to see the beautiful face of Ouyang Shaohao that poetry and painting: "You just went Where is it?
After she came to the city wall, she competed with the Shuicheng elite soldiers, and did not pay attention to the movement of Ouyang Shaohao...
"It’s right beside you, watching you." Ouyang’s voice is faint. She likes to shoot. He lets her take the shot. She likes to help. He asks her for help. He will always look around to make sure she is not hurt... ...
A touch of fire lotus scent mixed with blood and suffocating scent around the nose, Ouyang Shaoyan eyes glanced, looked up and down her: "Are you injured?"
"No." Murong Xue shook her head gently. There was no pain in her body. She was absolutely not injured.
"How come you have suffocation?" Ouyang Shaoyan eyes deep, her dress is clean, not contaminated with a little blood...
"Blood suffocating?" Murong Xue pulled up his sleeve and carefully smelled it. The fresh breath was indeed mixed with suffocation: "It is estimated that the blood in the air is suffocating and stained on me."
That's it!
Ouyang Shaohao’s high-hanging heart was slightly lowered, looking down at Murong Xuedao:
The battle is over, let’s go back.
So heavy bloody, need to wash away as soon as possible...
"Good." Murong Xue nodded, and she did not like to have anger: "Nine emperors, let's take a step first."
"Please." Yantai ink stood on the wall of the city and watched Ouyang Shaohao. Murong Xue walked away and his eyes condensed. If he turned his mind thoughtfully, he didn't want to see the emperor standing behind him at a glance. In a blink of an eye, I watched Ouyang Shaohao, Murong Xue’s direction...
(End of this chapter)