Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

The soldiers outside had begun to fiddle with the vines with their swords, and the leaves on the vines rustled with their movements.

Shang Ce couldn't see, so he could only act by feeling. Everything around him seemed to have faded, and all his mind was focused on the soldiers outside who were approaching.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword seemed to hit the entrance of the cave. The hard stone wall collided with the cast iron sword, and sparks flickered.

The fingers in the fist moved slightly, and Shang Ce had already raised his arm.

However, the next second, there was a sudden warmth on the fist, accompanied by the softness and delicateness unique to women that I had felt before.

It was Nan Qiao who covered his fist with his palm.

!

Shang Ce opened his eyes suddenly, and his thick eyelashes brushed across the skin of Nan Qiao's palm, giving a faint touch.

Nan Qiao couldn't speak, and Shang Ce's vision was blocked. She could only gently shake Shang Ce's hand to signal him to calm down.

Shang Ce had come to his senses and turned his attention from the outside to the inside. The no longer unfamiliar touch on the back of his hand made him extremely uncomfortable.

But forced by the situation, he could only hold back his temper and retract his fist according to Nan Qiao's advice.

She must have her reasons for not letting herself move.

Obviously, Nan Qiao's prediction was right.

The soldier who was searching outside obviously didn't think there was any place to hide in this hard stone wall. He poked it casually a few times with his sword, muttered a few words of complaint, and then turned around and left.

Then there was a period of discussion and debate.

The fire flickered out with the blowing wind, and after about a cup of tea, there was finally no movement outside, and the cave fell into darkness again.

"There's no one left. Girl, please let me go." Shang Ce spoke first.

As he spoke, he moved his body, trying to break away from Nan Qiao's arm that had wrapped around his waist after he withdrew his fist.

But in the end, it was of course unsuccessful.

Of course Nan Qiao didn't want the person who got it to run away.

She didn't even make any big movements, she just pressed her palm on his lower back.

Not knowing where she touched, Shang Ce trembled. In an instant, an indescribable numbness rushed along the tailbone and rushed to the brain.

Like a pouring spring flood, not only is the water flowing huge, but there are still sharp-edged ice residues inside. Wherever it passes, it feels itchy, painful, numb, and all kinds of complicated feelings are mixed together, which are simply impossible to describe in words.

Even though he was injured and exhausted, his waist, which had always been as straight as loose, suddenly lost its strength. Shang Ce's legs went weak, and he fell uncontrollably into Nan Qiao's arms again.

Nan Qiao let go of the hand covering Shang Ce's eyes, and gently grabbed him with his strong arm, catching him "kindly" and preventing him from falling to the ground.

"The general is like this, do you still insist that I let you go?" Nan Qiao asked with a smile.

"What did you do!" As he said this, Shang Ce gritted his teeth and struggled to stand up.

What did you do?

Of course it's some way to get people home.

Nan Qiao saw Shang Ce twisting his body restlessly, but he didn't stop him and watched his movements with a smile.

But when he was about to stand up, he put his index and middle fingers together and gently touched his waist again, repeating the same trick.

"Well…"

The familiar feeling swept over him again, and he was caught off guard. Shang Ce groaned, and the muscles and bones in his body seemed to have turned into soft noodles soaked in water. They could not hold up the strong muscles at all, and his body was crumbling.

Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows.

If Shang Ce could see, he would probably raise the alarm immediately, but unfortunately, his eyes were already drugged, and in this pitch black darkness, he couldn't see anything.

So naturally I didn't know the interest in Nan Qiao's eyes.

The next second, she suddenly took back the hand that was holding Shang Ce, as if she was about to let Shang Ce fall down.

The body reaction speed of martial arts practitioners is extremely fast. When encountering danger, the first thing to do is to protect themselves, so...

Before his mind could react, Shang Ce's hand had already hooked Nan Qiao's neck.

Business strategy: “…”

"Ha..." A faint smile of unknown meaning escaped from his throat, and Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Isn't it the general himself who is clamoring for me to let you go?"

"How come I let go of the general, but the general is reluctant to let go."

He hummed softly: "Huh?"

"It's obviously you..."

Shang Ce tightened his lips and wanted to retort. As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his arm was still hooked around Nan Qiao's neck. He was stunned and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

"What is it about me?" Nan Qiao casually picked him up in his arms and asked with a smile.

Shang Ce turned his head and didn't struggle anymore this time, because he really couldn't stand. He just affirmed in a cold tone: "It's you who did it."

"So?" Nan Qiao didn't care at all.

So...it's nothing. So, Shang Ce pursed his lips, what could he do?

The weapon was taken away, and now, his eyes can hardly see anything, and he even has no strength... He can only be forced to endure Nanqiao's teasing and humiliation.

The outcome is decided.

"Who do you belong to?" Shang Ce didn't answer the question, but instead asked a meaningless question.

Because even if he knew the answer now, he couldn't do anything else.

I just know it intellectually, but I am always unwilling to be defeated in my heart. I am unwilling to be defeated by others for no reason.

She helped him escape from Beichang's pursuers, so she shouldn't be from Beichang, but it's just not Beichang, so what other country is it?

Is some country taking advantage of the chaos to target Yu State?

Shang Ce was thinking about it in his heart, but he didn't have much clue at the moment.

"Does the general have to think so?" Nan Qiao sighed, with a helpless tone, "Can't I be my own person?"

Shang Ce didn't believe it, and his tone was still stiff. But if he listened carefully, there seemed to be a trace of barely concealed resentment in it: "I have never had a personal grudge with anyone."

Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to pursue and intercept him for personal reasons.

"The general is joking. I said a long time ago that I just admire the general's grace. How does it have anything to do with personal grudges?"

Nan Qiao raised her hand and touched his face lightly with her fingertips. She slowly slid it down and easily removed the black scarf covering his face. Finally, she stopped at his chin and pinched it with two fingers:

"Everyone loves beauty. The general is so pretty. How can a little girl bear to let such a beauty be lost in such a barren mountain?"