Kuai Chuan, fall in love with a fairy

Chapter 127

The situation on Lu Man's side is indeed critical, and the vanguard general can understand Lu Man's intention of asking them to wait.

"That little girl has been clamoring to come here by herself, and now she is probably locked up by General Gu."

Lu Man pursed his lips, and there was a slight smile in his eyes.

The enemy army is gradually approaching, and the sound of a signal flare is suddenly heard in the distant sky.

Lu Man raised his jaw slightly, his eyes and eyebrows were all condensed.

"kill!"

……

He You was imprisoned here, anxious and angry, and aggrieved.

The lights outside suddenly turned on brightly, and he stepped on the sand with compact and eager steps, and He was taken aback again.

Is this... dispatching troops?

Then Lu Man's sneak attack should have been successful, and now he wants to annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.

He breathed a sigh of relief again, but was afraid that Lu Man would get hurt.

Swords have no eyes on the battlefield, and she felt that if Lu Man bleeds a little, she would love her to death.

The morning light broke, and He, who fell asleep on the table at some unknown time, suddenly woke up again. She sensed something and hurried out.

So just after returning from a bloody battle, the soldiers who were still full of blood just stared blankly at the girl who suddenly ran out of the big tent, and threw themselves into the arms of their general.

Lu Mo hugged her tightly subconsciously, the silver-gray armor on his body was still stained with dried blood.

There was no time for warmth, so He moved his hands up and down again, touching his arm and his abdomen.

Lu Man was taken aback for a moment, and when he realized it was a little funny, he gently grabbed He You's fumbling little hand and clenched it tightly.

"No injury, it's all other people's blood."

As long as he wasn't injured, He could feel at ease again.

There were still gossip-eyed soldiers behind him, and Lu Man blushed a little, not used to getting close to He You in such a situation.

He took He You's hand and walked towards the big tent, his brows and eyes softened a lot.

This war has consumed a lot of Lu Man's mental energy. Now when he relaxes, he feels that his eyelids are so heavy that he can't lift them.

He touched his thin cheeks distressedly, and pushed him into bed.

"Sleep first."

Lu Man held her hand tightly, and He You lay down with him.

The young man had a thin and thin back, and his body was full of dust and blood. He was so tired that he almost fell asleep as soon as he lay down.

He You slid his fingers lightly across Lu Man's eyebrows, and shrank into his arms.

The war is finally over.

Many times, people who live and work in peace and contentment have no way to understand the cruelty of war. He thought more than once that if she hadn't become the patron saint of the interface and experienced these things, she would have been turned into a wisp of smoke long ago, and reincarnation did not exist at all. .

Life is so precious.

How precious is this young boy with innocent brows and eyes in her arms.

When Lu Meng woke up, He was not in his arms, he was taken aback, and sat up hugging the quilt.

The big tent was empty, without seeing the little girl, Lu Man's heart beat heavily.

He You never knew that every time Lu Man woke up and she was not around, Lu Man always felt that she had left.

This feeling is groundless, but it is strong and palpitating.

He came in again with food, and when he looked up, he met the young man's wet eyes.

She bent her eyes: "Come and eat."

Lu Man suppressed the strong uneasiness that suddenly surged in his heart just now, and held He You's hand tightly.

He You laughed and knocked his tightly clenched hands away with chopsticks.

"Let go, let's eat first."

He rested his cheeks to watch Lu Man eat, and picked up some food for him from time to time.

"When are you going back to Beijing?"

Lu Man obediently swallowed a dish he didn't like, and frowned slightly.

"Three days later."

They need time to appease the common people here, and to rectify the collected weapons and food. The first batch to return to Beijing is the wounded soldiers, and they, the commanders, are the second batch.

That's it, He nodded again.

"Then take a good rest these days."

Returning to the capital is another period of hard work, and I should take advantage of the relatively leisure these few days to take care of my body and restore my vitality.

(End of this chapter)