色爱综合激情五月激情

His face was much whiter than she remembered, almost transparent.

He pressed a hand on top of Jiang Jinpeng's head, and while praising him for being "good", he patted gently.

Every time I shoot, Jiang Jinpeng's body will be short, inexplicably a little happy.

But when Sang Yuan's eyes fell on Jiang Jinpeng's feet, his heart was only horrified-this person was not frightened by the legs, but the entire body had become a wood-like material. , Jiang Jinpeng's legs and feet collided with the agate ground and shattered into scattered wood chips.

The long and thin horse face twisted into a very twisted arc, obviously painful to the extreme, but unable to make any sound.

You Wuming didn't look at him, but said slowly to Sang Yuan: "Little Sanguo, you said, how should I deal with you fugitive?"

Jiang Jinpeng can only move his eyes, and his white and black eyes are frantically turning around in his orbit. The forgiveness overflows from his eyes, and tears flow across his face, terrified and regretful.

Sang wanted to speak from afar, and suddenly it was a shocking cough.

"You deserve it!" You Wuming gritted her teeth, her eyes slightly red.

It started a little more sharply, and took Jiang Jinpeng into a half-pile of wood.

Jiang Jinpeng has just asked to die quickly.

You Wuming no longer moved him.

He turned his knife back to his back, and he didn't know what he encountered. He stunned and closed the knife at another angle.

He took a step and stood in front of her.

Two cold fingers pinched her chin and kissed hard.

In order to stay awake, she bit her tongue and still hurts at the moment.

You Wuming found her wound following the smell of blood. He carried a thick maliciousness, as if to go through this little wound and devour her flesh.

She just got rid of the crisis of life and death, and she only felt blank in her mind. She cooperated with him dumbly, her strength seemed to be evacuated, and she was almost unstable.

She suddenly found that his breath was more unstable than her.

Her intellect returned suddenly.

This kiss is clearly just a punishment, and his breath should not be so chaotic.

Soon she heard his heartbeat. Even in the overwhelming wave of underworld demons, he never made a half-hearted heartbeat, and at this moment he was able to beat one by one.

Coupled with the **** smell that drifts from time to time...

he is injured.

Sang opened his eyes far away and pushed away hard.

You Wuming is about to attack, but sees her eyes full of concern, is grabbing his arm, and looked up and down.

"Where did it hurt?"

He froze. For a while, he frowned uncomfortably: "It's fine."

Sang was far behind him.

I saw an iron arrow glowing red light nailed straight to his back, almost passing through.

She gasped: "You..."

You Wuming was a little annoyed. She backhanded the knife and cut off the arrow outside her body. She said irritably: "It's okay to say."

She still stared at him in tears, turning around him, trembling her hands and trying to touch his wounds while checking for other injuries.

"Are you going to save me specially? Was you injured to save me? Arrow, you have to take it out quickly..."

Impatiently floated in his black eyes, grabbing her rudely: "Don't turn!"

"Oh." Sang stood in front of him far and honestly.

"Save you?" He smiled coolly. "If there is no Jiang Jinpeng, then the person who is doing those things to you at this moment should be me."

She blinked a pair of innocent eyes, and her eyes fell on his throat.

"But I have no interest at the moment." He narrowed his eyes, turned back and grabbed Jiang Jinpeng's half body and the broken arrow on the ground, said lightly, "You haven't seen me tonight."

He stomped his feet, and the wood chips all scattered into dust that was invisible to the naked eye.

He flicked lightly to the entrance of the temple, opened the door, was about to step out, and suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, his voice floating low: "...Okay."

The voice did not fall, the black figure flashed, and escaped into the dark dense jungle.

Sang saw a very strange thing guiding him in the distance. He didn't see clearly in the darkness. He only vaguely saw a half-human silhouette, which made people feel eerie and strange.

The lifeless figure had just disappeared, and Sang Yuan heard a clear and broken sound beside his ear.

Just where the lifeless disappeared, the tower-like body of King Sangzhou rammed in.

Sang Shizi followed, both father and son's eyes were burning with raging flames.

"Girly girl!" "Little girl!"

Several masters in the palace skimmed into the hall and scrutinized them.

Sang noticed from afar that one of them was carrying a reddish black bow on his back, and there were obviously fewer arrows in the quiver.

Soon, these high-level guards dug out a few evil rattles from the four corners of the palace. A black tunnel was also found in the southeast corner, I do not know where to go.

Sang's father and son embraced her from left to right.

"Jiang Jinpeng. He ran away when he heard the news." Sang sued calmly, "He said he was going to kill me and marry Jiang Jinzhen, because Jiang Jinzhen had killed many people here. Found."

The bodyguard in the back bow frowned, "The assassin I shot was superb, unlike Jiang's junior. Ordinary people, there is no possibility that I can still escape after a single arrow."

Sang far sneered: "Oh, I was almost killed. How could anyone admit that the murderer is wrong? Could it be that adults want to calm down? If so, let me just say that I should cooperate-the emperor's palace guarded by the adults is as solid as the golden soup. It happened, I have never seen anyone!"

As soon as she spoke, she couldn't help but stunned — since she was sensible, she had never spoken to people in such a harsh tone.

Is she trying to cover Youyou's life, or is this man hurting him?

The bodyguard of the back bow stunned and hurried to sue: "I will wait for the protection, and I will ask the emperor for sin later."

Sang's father and son stared at them coldly, and their faces were disgusted.

"Go, can't live in this ghost place!" A family of three strode out of the palace.

When the full moon was empty, an iron tower, with two thin skinny ones, stood on the spacious corridor blowing cold wind.

The father and son of Fang Cai heard the movement of chasing the assassin outside, and could not rest assured that Sang was far away, and went to her place to check, only to find that she had something wrong.

The emperor's close old servant quickly rushed over, and a series of indemnifications made the Sangzhou king a little embarrassed. Under the persuasion of Sang Yuan, the father and the son died, and as the old servant entered the inner court, he moved into a new one. Lao Dian.

This time, the father and son of Sangzhou said they would not leave Sang Yuan's side. She sat on the jade couch and practiced, and the father and son stared like lanterns, and the pestle stood beside her.

Sang Yuan is actually not determined.

You Wuming's appearance before leaving has been echoing in her mind, disturbing her mind.

The arrow on his back, and he said...

'……it is good. '

What good? what's good?

Could it be...respond to the sentence he didn't respond to a few days ago?

That day, when the war was about to strike, she hid in the carriage, hanging her heart, crushing the jade jade, and said to him, wait for her to settle and leave, can he come to the door to raise relatives?

Is it this?

"Dad," Sang Shizi squeaked in his voice, and said to the Sangzhou king sneakily, "Isn't the little girl a genus of wood?

"His--" Sang Chengyin was immediately anxious. "What should I do then?"

"I'll go back to Fengzhou and ask Feng Bailuan to ask for the Mu Ling Gu Yu Jing for the little girl."

"Yes," Sang Chengyin made a final decision. "If he doesn't give it, if he snatches it, I'll hoard soldiers and horses to meet you."

Sang opened his eyes quickly, unable to sigh: "Dad, brother..."

She is, what robber's den?

...

In the middle of the night, the servant maid led the three of the Sang family to bathe three times, using a thick and luxurious fragrance, and then walked through the white jade bridges to the imperial palace.

At this time, there were still a few bright stars hanging on the horizon.

On the square, the instrument drum wrapped in red cloth was beaten by the gold-clad warrior, and on the sound of the drum, the Sang clan went to the hall.

The situation in Yunjing is somewhat similar to that of Zhou Tianzi's feudal princes. In the face of the emperors of the states holding the heavy soldiers, the emperor will not be suppressed by power. Both parties will do a good job in terms of emotional etiquette.

The waiter raised his neck, and Xuan Sangzhou Wang saw him.

Sang was far behind his father and brother, walking slowly up to the 50th grade jade, and stepping onto the wide terrace. I saw a gilt furnace standing on the left and right sides, and the smoke was curling in the furnace.

The atmosphere was solemn and solemn, and the red sun just happened to be the probe, and the first ray of light was sprayed to the earth.

Qingyan has a faint fuchsia, which is more sacred and solemn.

The main hall is magnificent and golden.

Standing on the left and right, the Bai officials stood, and the three of Sang's eyes did not squint.

After Wang Li was given, he slowly raised his head.

I saw the red gold shark gauze hanging down from the top of the temple. Through the mist of the yarn, the emperor's face could only be seen indistinctly. I saw her wearing a golden-red Chinese dress, holding a high bun on her head, wearing a red gold crown, and red lips like flames. .

"Sangzhou King worked hard."

The voice of the emperor was almost as Sang had imagined. Solemn and steady, full of prestige, with a heavy tail.

Slightly familiar.

Sang was thinking for a long time, and he couldn't remember which seiyuu had been given such a textured sound.

The King of Sangzhou put away the rudeness, and after answering a few words with the Emperor Zhenger Bajing, he asked the waiter to present several documents.

In fact, what happened in the western border of Hanzhou, it is impossible to hide the emperor with his eyes and eyes. This time, this time, it is just to make a full face and set the final result.

No one mentioned the matter of last night. This kind of thing is usually not dealt with on the bright side, and Jiang Jinpeng has not been arrested, and the emperor is waiting for the news.

After meeting the emperor, a waiter stepped forward and led Sang far out of the main hall.

Women are not qualified to listen to political affairs.

Sang Yuanyuan was not interested in staying in the hall to listen to Sang Chengyin's awkwardly concave words. She followed behind the waiter and walked through the cloister east of the main hall, ready to wait in the side hall.

Suddenly, the instrument drum sounded behind him.

The long voice of the elder waiter spread across the front of the hall: "Xuan-Hanzhou King Seeing -"

Sang stopped and looked back.

Has Han Shaolin arrived? ! It seems that Sang Chengming's case has already brought results.

Just when Sang looked back, Han Shaoling felt something and looked up to the side gallery.

Across the large terrace in front of the hall and half of the corridor, each other could not see each other's face.

If the line of sight seemed to meet each other, Han Shaoling suddenly shocked, leaving the waiter who was leading the way and striding toward the side corridor.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

"Mother Sang?" The waiter called her softly.

Sang quickly turned around and said, "Go to the side hall. I'm tired."

As soon as the hall door was closed, he heard the sound of footsteps rushing by. A large hand was pressed against the carved wooden door, and the guard at the door of the hall hurriedly stopped.

"Korean King, get rude!"

Han Shaoling accused him in a good voice, and then screamed at the closed door of the temple, saying: "I know it is you! Can you come out and meet me?"

This figure haunted his dreams every day, and he could recognize her just by seeing a silhouette. Such a flexible and straight spine, in addition to her, there can be no second person.

On the battlefield that day, he had thrown his skin and self-esteem at the feet of this woman and let her trample on. In the face of her, he could only break the jar.

Sang reluctantly replied: "Korean King, you are too rude."

When she met him on the battlefield, she used false sounds.

At this moment too.

It's just that I'm afraid I can't hide it today. When he asked the guards outside the door, he would know that the woman hiding in the temple who did not want to see him was the wife he was marrying.

Han Shaoling's voice was somewhat lowered: "I thought I had no chance to meet again in this life. Today, it is indeed abrupt."

Sang far sighed and discussed with him: "Hanzhou King might as well deal with Heli first?"

Han Shaoling's figure was shocked. What is she suggesting? !

His tone was slightly brisk: "I entered Beijing this time to deal with it."

"Then go quickly." Sang urged far away.

"Good!" Han Shaoling really turned around and went.

He ran over with a hot **** punch for a while, and it was known that something was wrong at the moment.

He thought that the person he was thinking about was actually concerned about his harmony, and he felt that the road under his feet seemed to float.

Even if he is blamed by the emperor, it is worth it.

He had never felt this way.

In the midst, it seems that there is some traction, getting closer and closer to him...

Sang awaited far away.

When the three poles hit the sun, the meeting between the emperor and the two kings was finally over.

The father and son of Sangzhou came down to the side hall under the guidance of the waiter, and their smiles were a bit unnatural. Obviously, what happened to Sang Chengming still hurt the father and son.

The rebellious Sang Chengming was desperate, but with all his heart, he jumped out of the abyss, and there was no proof of death. This incident became a headless case.

"Little girl, let's go." Sang Shizi said, "Then Han Shaoling is waiting for you in the apse, so he will break up with him-the little girl should have no heart, right? Don't be weak in front of him, his man , It's really not a good thing."

Sangzhou Wang waved his hand: "It's okay, no matter how good he is, Han Shaoling, it's only one. Then Dad gave you Zhang Luo's son-in-law and picked him ten or eight to win by quantity, ha ha ha ha..."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

She sighed: "How can I repent, only worrying about what moth came out of him..."

Speaking of this, Sang Shizi suddenly raised two beautiful eyebrows, and said: "Sister, you are really too naive, do you think this Han Shaoling still has a lot of affection for you? No, he can't wait to leave you clear. It's really shameful that the relationship between old people and dead people does not communicate with each other!"

"Let's go," Sang sighed far away. "On the way, I will elaborate with my brother again."

The two brothers and sisters walked around the back porch under the guidance of the waiter and came to the apse where the emperor met the courtier and dealt with the complicated work.

Before stepping into the hall, he heard Han Shaoling's firm voice: "The emperor does not have to persuade, this matter has no room to turn around. The Sang's maiden is safe and sound, then please the emperor to summon her to the front, and then drag, I It will not change your mind."

Sang Shizi first stepped into the hall and walked through the ceremony. Then he sneered: "The Hanzhou King said this as if my Sang would depend on you. Today, in front of the emperor, when I was not close, I put the words down. ——Who wants to repent, pigs and dogs are better!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." Until today, she didn't know that her brother's name was Sangbujin.

The name level of the Sang family's two old couples can't be complimented.

Han Shaoling was irritated by him, and he laughed: "Sang Shizi doesn't need to talk about animals. This is what you mean in Sangzhou. Whether you are trying to make ends meet or not, you can retreat to advance, in short, and leave. I have signed the book, there is no reason to regret it. Whether it is me or you."

He chuckled lightly and continued eloquently, saying: "Sang's maiden face is peerless, even if you are married, there must be a lot of Wang Sunguizi coming to the house to marry, no need to worry about nothing in the rest of his life."

Speaking of this, it has automatically lowered Sang far to the next level. This is the wife of a monarch.

Sang Shizi narrowed his eyes slightly: "That really doesn't need you to worry about it."

Han Shaoling smiled: "Why didn't Sang Wangnuo delay..."

His eyes flicked backwards, which happened to see the woman in white dressing up.

"Have seen the emperor."

The female emperor sat behind the large black and gold desk, and the Jinhonghua costume spread to the left and right sides, with red phoenixes on her eyes, vermilion lips, and vivid colors.

The most beautiful and gorgeous, but without half a charm, I saw Zhuang Su.

The female emperor raised her lips slightly and said slowly, "You are willing to be such a peerless beauty, Hanzhou King."

Sang couldn't help but startled again.

She must have heard this voice somewhere.

Han Shaoling's eyes fell casually on Sang Yuan.

At that moment, Sang Yuan witnessed what Wulei was like.

I saw that the young king's cheeks were covered with chicken skin densely, the hair of the temples was upright, the eyes were stretched out, the corners of the mouth were shaking, and she was scanned up and down.

The figure of the soul is dreaming, and it gradually overlaps with the beauty in front of it.

Sang smiled politely at him from afar: "Hanju King has already responded to me. Naturally, he will not regret it."

"Okay," said the empress, regretfully, "since both sides have decided, then I don't want to persuade anymore, so be it."

She nodded gently, only to see the waiter bowed to her body, took the marriage deed and concentric deed that she had nodded under Jin Kou's long armor, and presented it to Han Shaolin and Sang Yuan.

A small flaming golden sword is placed between the deeds. As long as the two deeds are cut with it, they will be burned automatically, and everything will be settled.

"How, how could it be you..." Han Shaoling was crumbling.

Isn't the woman he's missing a lifeless woman? How could it be Sang Far? Sang Yuanyuan, but there is a concentric agreement! How can she be a lifeless woman? ! You Wuming didn't touch her? how can that be!

Sang smiled politely: "The King of Hanzhou is a true hero. Even if he has decided to separate from me, he still protects him on the battlefield. This friendship is my heart. Sangzhou and Hanzhou, the marriage is not sentimental. In the future, we will look forward to helping each other to protect the peace of the cloud."

Han Shaoling shook his head incredulously.

Sang approached from a distance with a smile, took his hand unpretentiously, and put it on the fiery golden sword together.

He was resisting, his thick, cocooned hands unconsciously retracted.

But the little soft hand, firmly covering the back of half of his hand, did not allow him to retreat.

His heart twitched frantically, and he glared at her, unbelieving at all.

In his memory, Sang Yuan is as delicate and weak as Meng Wuyou, a kind of petite girl with a little hypocrisy, who always needs people to care for.

How could she have such a flexible and straight spine?

She is the prince of Sangzhou! How could he carry a knife on that battlefield, so he was so mixed with a group of soldiers, and cut down a head of evil spirits? !

Isn't it shocking to see a little blood? !

He could hardly associate the dignified and weak Queen Sang in his memory with the tough and straight figure.

Only then did he even think she was a female general sent by the emperor to pierce the dead.

"I……"

The little hand had pulled him, and pressed the tip of the fiery golden sword against the marriage contract.

The emperor chuckled and said, "Hanzhou King, is your heart softened? Mo said it's you, even Lianwu. I also think this little sword weighs more than 10,000 yuan. Repentance at the moment can be regarded as a cliff."

Han Shaoling pressed his lips tightly.

"laugh--"

The marriage contract was ignited by the golden fire.

Han Shaoling was mainly anti-guest, holding Sang Yuan's small hand in his backhand, and the broad hand showed blue muscles on the back. He took her and crossed the marriage deed extremely and very heavily, dividing one into two.

She couldn't help but look at him sideways.

I saw that the young king's lips were tight and his face was firm.

He lowered his eyelids and stared at the deed lit by the golden fire.

He still held her hand.

"If I regret it at this moment, I will certainly tell you to look down on your lower life." He said hardly, "When the king's daughter returns to mulberry, Han Shaoling will once again sincerely ask for marriage."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

I have to admit that this scene is quite romantic. The flakes of golden fire floated up, reflecting the other person's handsome face. His eyes were scorching and serious.

Obviously it was a divorce, but inexplicably had the illusion of a promise of life.

Han Shaoling's lips and lips smiled, and the tip of Huojin Xiaojian leaned against the concentric chic.

"It was only the beautiful and beautiful Sang's maiden who concluded a concentric agreement that day.

The tip of the sword crossed, and Qibo ignited fire.

"Today's solution, I know why I am so heartbroken."

He clutched her tightly.

It was not only him who was affected by the concentric deed. At this moment, the deed was cut, and she also felt a strange sourness pouring out of her heart.

Han Shaoling apparently once again mistaken it for love.

Tears had burst into his eyes, making her hands sore.

"Daughter Sang, please be merciful. If you remarry in the future, give me a chance to compete fairly with others."

Han Shaoling didn't believe that Sang would have much affection for You Wu Ming. In the eighteen states of Yunjing, he is still the preferred husband-in-law.

"Korean King, I will consider." Sang nodded politely, "Can you let go?"

If anything is said and done right now, it seems that she still cherishes nostalgia and feels angry with him.

She was so calm, but it added another heartbreak to Han Shaoling's eyes.

He clearly realized that the woman didn't care about his things at all, what the old feelings and dreams were, and she had no effect on her at all.

He still grabbed her hand, as if grabbing the last life-saving straw.

Sang Shizi stepped forward and broke his fingers one by one.

His phalanx was white, and he watched greedily the red finger marks on the back of her hand.

"Because you are away, why do you pretend to make these gestures again?" Sang Shizi sneered. "Want to seize the old words and retreat as advancement, Hanzhou King is still keeping it himself! Don't make people read the jokes.

Han Shaolin grinned sternly, black eyes fixed on Sang Yuan's face.

The female emperor is happy: "Heroes have been sad since the ancient heroes, King Hanzhou, I really can't understand it. Why do we have to learn to cherish it after we lose it?"

"It's all my fault." Han Shaoling bowed his head.

"That's it," the emperor's plump, red lips with danzhi slightly curled up. "When I was young, it was fun to be slapstick. I'll see what a good boy he can finally find. Beauty returns."

She gently tapped her forehead with her fingertips, and Han Shaoling and the three retired consciously.

In front of Han Shaoling, Sang Yuan didn't show the joy and joy. She talked with Sang Shizi leisurely, only to not know that Han Shaoling followed behind.

Han Shaoling escorted the Sang Brothers and Sisters to the palace where the Sangzhou King temporarily lives.

The concentric bond was ruined, but the scar seemed to burn on his heart.

Those empty places are full of regret.

If he is more distracted about her, don't touch the dream, then the cloud that is drifting farther and farther in front of him will fall into his palm so cool and cool?

Recalling all the past, the unwillingness in my heart came out like a tsunami. How can he be willing to let go of such a good woman?

Watching the carved wooden door close in front of him, he slowly clenched his fists and made a fierce determination.

"Go, make a half-gold gilt mask, and burn it on Meng Wuyou's face. You don't have to come back to see me before it happens."

Han Shaoling had a feeling of faintness, and dreaming about this girl was as if she had received some kind of special shelter. It was extremely difficult to hurt her. In the face of the woman, she was inexplicably bewitched, and unconsciously rolled onto the bed.

So he sent Han Da. A natural killer without any emotion.

...

The prince of the prefecture entered the heavens to see him, and the entire period of complicated etiquette was completed, which took a total of three days.

In these three days, Sang will see Han Shaoling from time to time.

He was haggard a lot. If he hadn't dealt with all kinds of sacrifices, he wouldn't even scratch the stubble. Sometimes he stared at her from afar, and once she looked up, he would rush to stop.

On the third day, the two kings said goodbye to the emperor and left Jingtian Palace.

When I stepped out of the sky, I saw Han Shaoling standing in the middle of the road and spread his arms, blocking Sangzhou's horses and horses.

"Senior nephew," Sangzhou Wang Fuxu laughed, "Although you have said the best things in front of the emperor for a few days to relieve me, I will also accept your love, but if it is about the little girl, then I can only say, love can not help La!"

Sang's father and son are refreshing.

They didn't want Sang to marry far from Hanzhou. If she and Han Shaoling had a good life, it would be fine. Now that it's the case, the father and the son can't wait to hide Xiao Sanguo home immediately and stop letting these kids Take a look.

Han Shaolin's lips and lips smiled lightly: "I didn't mean to see the Queen. I was looking for two, please see--"

He turned sideways to let out the carriage behind him.

I saw the two guards lift the car curtains, dragged a woman with her mouth shut, and escorted her to the father and son of Sang.

Sangzhou King's eyes were slightly condensed.

The woman's face was covered with half golden masks, and the remaining half, her eyebrows, nose, and lips, were far like Sang.

"What do you mean, nephew?" Wang Youyou, Sangzhou asked.

Han Shaoling turned his head, and a guard stepped forward, tilting the corner of the mask.

I saw that the mask had been burned into the skin and could no longer be removed.

Sang's father and son, who were accustomed to blood, didn't have any big feelings, but only sighed in his heart. This Han Shaoling was really a hot method, and it became a big deal.

Han Shaoling waved his hand, making Men Wuyou betrayed back.

He gently smiled and said: "On the other day, when I was competing with other people to compete for the queen girl, I also hoped that the king of Sangzhou and the son of Sang Shimo would not remember this subtraction.

After all, he gave him a soft tap and turned away.

The back is smart and neat.

"This kid, this kid..." Sangzhou Wang pointed to Han Shaoling's figure and didn't say a full word for a while.

Sang Shizi wrinkled two beautiful eyebrows: "I look at him, and I am really regretful. He is as talented as Han Shaolin, and it is really difficult to find the second one. I'm afraid that my little girl will be soft-hearted and deceived by him go with."

"Hey," Sangzhou Wang smiled. "He must have the ability to see people. Let's go home!"

The three messengers were waiting by the road.

When the royal family enters and exits the capital, the emperor will send messengers to accompany him. The total number of messengers is no more than ten, all of them are in the spirit of the realm, and have unique skills. Unless they encounter a regular army that dares to openly rebel, it is enough to **** anyone to any place.

Sang's group crossed Jiangzhou.

Seeing the imminent arrival at the border of Sangzhou, I suddenly saw a black wave surging on the horizon. Not long afterwards, a fierce armoured armour rolled like a wind and thunder to the near!

The banner swaggered, quiet.

The father and son of Sangzhou looked dignified. You Wuming dare to force his army to go straight into Jiangzhou realm, I am afraid there will be no more scruples!

At this moment, Linggu was chatting far away with Sang. It is about how Han Shaoling took over the burden of his dead father at the age of eighteen and nine, and carried the banner of Hanzhou with his tender shoulders.

Linggu said with emotion: "The King of Hanzhou is indeed an unparalleled handsome man, but it is a pity that he is still naive in the word of love and not stable enough."

Sang Yuan smiled and shook his head: "It's not unsteady, but she didn't take women seriously."

Ling Gu said: "He lost his mother in his early years, and his father's two little ladies, he was thinking of pulling him down, helping his son to go up... Since growing up in such an environment, it is inevitable to raise a cold heart."

"I don't blame him." Sang Yuan leaned forward and patted Ling Gu's hand. "Mother and his father are the blood of the dearest family. Sang and Han Ben are brothers' states. Ling Gu is at ease. I will persuade my father and brother. Will have a gap with Hanzhou."

Linggu said with emotion: "The queen girl... you really grew up! Now that the Hanzhou king has ruined the face of the demon girl, does the king girl consider giving him a chance?"

Sang shook his head gently.

She said yes to others.

A faint smile floated on the corner of her lips, and she frowned again before she smiled.

She remembered the position of the arrow.

It looked close to the heart.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and Sang Shizi looked at him solemnly: "Ling Aunt, take the little girl away quickly. Youzhou Army, come here!"

Sang beat his heart far away.

Is he so openly robbing people? ! Didn't he promise her? Could it have happened again?

She hurriedly got out of the car, and saw that the north side of the iron ride had been pushed closer, and it would not be long before they would run over their small team.

The three messengers have ushered in.

It is their duty to **** the Sang clan to return to mulberry safely.

Even if there are thousands of troops, they must be at the forefront.

"Yu Wuming dare to move the angel of heaven?"

Before the voice fell, I saw that the black iron wave had wrapped the three messengers, Dao Dao Ling Yun shocked and burst, the three messengers were like big insects that fell into the ant colony, and they were drowned in a flash. Struggling and tumbling among the Hosts.

They can easily crush those cultivators and beasts of the cloud, but the ants often bite the dead elephants. A team of iron riders keep rolling back and forth, and the three leading messengers are gradually exposed.

"Go! You Wuming, this is to be countered!" Sang Shizi's eyes widened, and he ordered Linggu, "Leave the little girl first!"

"No!" Sang said far, "I can't go."

Ahead, the battle is coming to an end. Even if you want to go, you can't go far. If she is gone, Sang's father and son may be more and more fierce!

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

In the end, the three messengers were outnumbered and fell completely.

And the iron ride of those thousands of people was dragged by these three Lingyao strong men for nearly a scent of incense for 30%!

Like a large army of locusts, Rumble rushed to the front and surrounded Sang's team.

"By the decree of the Lord, take the Sang clan into the palace." The leader was expressionless, "the rest of the people...not one!"

He raised his hand and saw countless iron crossbows pointing directly at Sang's father and son!

One hundred guards used their tower-like body to build a line of defense to protect the Sang clan in the center.

"I heard that Sangzhou Wang loved her daughter's life, and if she didn't want to be injured by mistake, she handed her over, and I kept her safe and sound."

Sangzhou Wang laughed angrily: "You Wuming, is this going to be turned back!"

General Yujun smiled lightly: "I count three times, three..."

Sang's father and son were waiting hard to get forward, only to hear a clear and loud voice from behind.

"The king you want is a living Sangwang girl."

When everyone looked around, they saw the petite figure standing upright, holding an ordinary dagger for fruit cutting in his hand, and placed it on his neck.

Standing in the wind, she carelessly pressed the dagger against her skin.

Seeing a blood line quickly opened.

"Little girl!" "Daughter!"

Sang stared closely at the enemy general's eyes: "Either let my father and brother go, or everyone will die here together."

The other party apparently hesitated: "Sangzhou Wang and Sang Shizi, at least one must be left..."

Sang far cut the dagger across half of the arc.

She could even feel the pulse beating against the blade.

"Can you let go of people?"

The head of the person's eyes flashed, and finally he said secretly: "Let them go."

Youjun gave way.

"daughter……"

"Go," Sang said calmly, "Don't force me to shake my hand."

Sangzhou Wang Lao tears, dragged by Sang Shizi, stepped back and left the army surrounded by Youjun.

After the King of Sangzhou and his party completely disappeared on the horizon, Sang held his hands for a long time before he tiredly dropped his hand.

The dagger fell to the ground.

"Daughter Sang, offended."

The first man caught her on the cloud beast and led the cavalry to slam into the north.

She sat upright.

The neck was hot and painful, the blood had solidified, and it stuck in the collar, unspeakably sticky and uncomfortable.

Her heart fell slightly, and even a little hope that these Youjun were pretended to be Han Shaoling's people, but actually wanted to take her to Hanzhou.

It is a pity that they crossed the boundary of Jiangzhou straight and waved their troops north, without any intention of going west to Hanzhou.

Soon, Youjun passed through a Jiangzhou frontier that had been completely breached, and entered the territory of Youzhou smoothly.

Really lifeless.

She was a little sad. She thought she was really stupid. The man clearly told her again and again that he was not a good person, but she thought that he was just stiff and soft-hearted.

Where is he a good person?

How did she forget that You Wuming is a lunatic who can bring the Wraith into the heavens? Such a madman, doing such things as killing and captivity, is so strange.

She secretly thought that now she had no restraint in her body, if he wanted it, he followed him and coaxed him. He killed three leading envoys