After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

The atmosphere in the tent was quiet.

Chang Ling thought he had provoked this person again, and was about to make up a few words, but Zhaoyan's lips curled up, and he said, "Okay, whatever you say is what you say."

"Thank you."

Chang Ling didn't say anything more, crawled inside, lay down with his back to him, pulled the quilt and fell asleep by himself.It's just that during the movement, there was another burst of chain clashing sound.

The little thing is obviously angry.

Zhaoyan glanced at it, smiled silently, and didn't care too much.

In any case, he would not give the little thing any chance to escape.Even with this kind of hated method.

Chang Ling's nerves twitched, and he would have another nightmare, so he simply covered his face with the quilt.It's just that the sky doesn't fulfill people's wishes. The more we avoid some things, the more we rush to find them.

Chang Ling turned upside down and had another night of nightmares. The scene in the dream was exactly the same as last night, and even the details were clearer. Before dawn, Chang Ling woke up dizzy and broke out in a cold sweat.

Outside the tent was still the sound of pattering rain. This rain lasted for several days, and it still didn't mean to stop.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Chang Ling sat up, unsteady, almost fell, hurriedly supported the edge of the bed with his hands, and was supported by a big hand in confusion.

Zhaoyan was wearing battle armor, with a sharp sword hanging from his waist, and he was as heroic as a god. He didn't know when he got up, but he was already fully dressed at this moment, and he was obviously ready to go.

Chang Ling slowed down, pushed his hand away, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Ask: "Is there going to be a war?"

"Ah."

Zhao Yan nodded his hands in a secretive manner, apparently not intending to speak deeply.

Chang Ling opened his mouth, and was about to insinuate something, when a soldier came to report with a solemn expression, saying that Chu Yunfeng had escaped, and Mrs. Jun's wife, Mu Hua, personally led a group of remnant soldiers to call for battle.

"Only Mrs. Jun?"

"Yes Yes."

The soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look at the king's face.

After all, no one wants to see Jun Shang and Mrs. Jun fighting each other on the battlefield.If Mrs. Jun escapes with Chu Yunfeng, Your Majesty can also claim that Mrs. Jun was held hostage by Chu Yunfeng to appear in the rebel army.But now Mrs. Jun personally leads the army to attack Jun, obviously to tell the world that Mu Hua is rebellious, this is to kill Jun, and also cut off her own way out.

Zhaoyan's expression was as calm as a pool of water, as if he was not surprised by this at all. He put on his robe and armor in a leisurely manner, and said to Chang: "You stay in the camp and wait for me to come back. What do you need? command them."

They refer to the soldiers guarding outside the tent.

Chang Ling quickly said: "I will go with you."

After one night, the rash on Chang Ling's arm has subsided a lot, and the eyes have returned to the color of black lacquer, as beautiful as gems.

"you want to go?"

Zhao Yan frowned lightly, not wanting to bring this little thing with her.

First of all, the battlefield is bloody and bloody, and the sword has no eyes, so there is nothing to see.He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would not be able to protect him.

Secondly, this little thing is too smart and cunning, and also too unpredictable for him, once he is allowed out of this big tent, he can't imagine what will happen.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yan said indifferently: "No."

Chang Ling saw his concerns, and immediately said: "I promise not to run around. If you are worried, I can wear a lock ring, or you can seal my spiritual power. I really can't stay here alone anymore. .”

"I want to watch you, to see with my own eyes that you defeated the enemy army and returned triumphantly."

Zhaoyan's face was as cold as frost, and he couldn't see any emotion, so he immediately asked, "You really think so?"

Seeing that he was about to let go, Chang Ling nodded immediately.

Then without waiting for Zhaoyan to speak, he quickly got up and put on his shoes and socks, and put on his blue silk robe and blue satin cloak together.Said: "I'm also a fox clan, maybe I can help you persuade Mrs. Jun."

Zhao Yan has no hope for this, because he knows his mother too well.But in the end he still nodded slowly.

With this little thing around, maybe he has more faith and will to deal with this war that was destined to come sooner or later since he was born.

The soldiers immediately asked if they needed to prepare a mount for the long spirit.

Zhao Yan said no.

"He rides with me."

Zhao Yan said without hesitation.

Only in this way can he ensure that the little things are always within his sight.

Chang Ling stretched out his right wrist carefully: "Since this is the case, can we solve this problem?"

Zhao Yan pondered for a moment, then waved his big hand, and actually removed the lock ring for Chang Ling.

The little thing on the left and right is under my nose, and I can't turn the sky.

**

The decisive battle between the two armies was in a wilderness outside the city, with open terrain and no shelter.

The rain fell continuously on the heads and armor of the soldiers, it was very gentle, and it was not suitable for the current chilling atmosphere.

Mrs. Jun, Mu Hua, had only three hundred remnant soldiers behind them, standing sparsely, with no momentum at all, and the legs of the people in the front row were even trembling.But Mu Hua was wearing a feather robe, a golden crown on his head, and holding the white feather fan in his hand. He took the lead in the front of the team, but his posture was arrogant, his eyebrows were cold, and he was still as inviolable as a fairy in the sky.

Even in this situation, the word embarrassment seems to have nothing to do with him.

He was like an immortal riding a crane, but he had to stop here temporarily because of a rain in spring.

"Little fox, you are here too."

Mu Hua greeted Chang Ling as if no one was there.

"It's not too late to submit to my team."

He raised his eyebrows, and said calmly, as if he was leading thousands of troops behind him.

All the soldiers sighed silently in their hearts, thinking that Mrs. Jun must be crazy, and she dared to come to fight against the king with only 300 people.

Chang Ling said: "I'm sorry, my wife and I did not choose the same path."

Mu Hua said regretfully: "You will regret it."

Chang Ling glanced at the remnant soldiers, and said, "Even if you know it's a dead end, madam must do it? What kind of revenge is this?"

"Of course."

Mu Hua smiled proudly: "In my life, there is no more joyful moment than this moment!"

"I have been trapped in that cage for hundreds of years. Today, I can finally raise the banner upright and stand opposite Tianhuan City, so that those werewolves will be frightened by the news, wolves will kill each other, and old Qiu Feng A thief cannot sleep peacefully under the Nine Springs."

He waved the feather fan in his hand and said loudly: "Soldiers, listen to my orders - attack the city!"

The [-] remnant soldiers who were already routed had not yet rushed to the gate of the city, but they were mowed clean by the well-trained Xuanling cavalry like straws.

Mu Hua didn't seem to see it, he spread his feather fan, and his body was like a white crane passing through the rain, still rushing forward invincibly.And in front of them are rows of blades waiting in formation, shining coldly.The spiritual power overflowing from the blade is like an invisible giant net, covering the majestic gate of Tianhuan City to the ten-mile space outside the city, and any external attack will trigger a strong rebound.

The Xuanling cavalry only attack but not defend, because they are concerned about the identity of Mu Huajun's wife.

"Today, I am Mu Hua, the sword cultivator of the fox clan, not your wife, what are you so worried about? Why don't you fight me quickly."

Mu Hua's long eyebrows flew sideways, and he calmly waved the white feather fan in his hand, setting off patches of blood in the air.

There was a willful and arrogant smile in his eyes, and he never stayed on his own blood for a moment from the beginning to the end.Zhaoyan's gaze was always locked on that white shadow.That white shadow that hurt him deeply and had appeared in his dreams countless times.

Once upon a time, he was like a fish longing for water, longing to snuggle up in his white and soft plumage to sleep and play, listening to him gently telling the legends and stories of the fox clan.After waking up, there will be pastries made by him on the small case next to the bed, which are steaming and sweet.

It's a pity that such a simple little wish never came true.

His deepest memory when he was a child was standing alone outside the gate of Beigong Palace, watching his mother holding his younger brother in the courtyard and performing all kinds of mother-child affectionate scenes under the plum tree in the courtyard.

Just because he inherited a pair of wolf eyes, so he hates him, loathes him, alienates him, and wishes him a good death all the time.

This time he did not die under Chu Yunfeng's spirit crossbow, he should be regretful.

Zhaoyan twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking to himself mockingly.

Because of the passive defense of the mysterious spirit cavalry, Mu Hua had already rushed to the front of the formation, and the white feather fan in his hand tore a hole in the spiritual flow formation woven by the blade.If this continues, Mrs. Jun will really break through the defense line made up of cavalry by herself.

The eyes of all the soldiers were fixed on Zhao Yan.

Zhaoyan stared into the distance with his eyes like tunnels, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally drew out the sword in his hand and raised it high into the air: "Meet the enemy——"

"Here!"

The sound of the iron cavalry shook the air, fingertips slid across the cold blade, and the spiritual power flow sizzled.The opening cut by the feather fan is automatically repaired, and a more powerful and terrifying spiritual power is released.

Those who can be selected for the Xuanling cavalry are middle-level and above monks who came from the bitter cold. Thousands of cavalry are twisted into a line to exert their strength together, possessing the terrifying power of gods and ghosts.

Click.

The white feather fan in Mu Hua's hand had cracks like spider webs.

But Mu Hua twitched his lips, smiled happily, and slammed into the whole row of cavalry with swords with a more decisive attitude.

That smile——

Chang Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he jumped off Qilin's back suddenly.

The young man had an extra blue dagger in his hand, and at that critical moment, he inserted it straight between the spirit array and Mu Hua.

Mu Hua's feather fan shattered, and he flew out like a kite with a string broken, while the Xuanling iron cavalry was pushed half a foot away by a powerful spiritual force flow like sea water.

Only Chang Ling still stood in place holding the knife.

The boy's cloak was blown away by the surging spiritual power, and his black hair flew up in the rain curtain like ink. His weak and small body did not match the mysterious dagger with terrifying spiritual power.

All the soldiers were stunned.

This half-spirited little fox has such a profound cultivation!

One must know that being able to contend against thousands of Xuanling iron cavalry with one's own strength, not to mention the western region, is very rare in the entire Kyushu.

Chang Ling raised his knife and walked up to the tall body of the unicorn beast, looked up at Zhao Yan and said, "Mrs. Jun was bewitched by Chu Yunfeng, so she uttered those crazy words. I would like to sacrifice my life to fight with Shao Jun." I assure you that this rebellion was definitely not Mrs. Jun's intention. Your Majesty should immediately ask a medical officer to treat Mrs. Jun and take out the nasty Gu worm, instead of killing Mrs. Jun's mother and child here."

Zhaoyan's face was as cold as iron, and there seemed to be magma burning in the depths of his deep eyes.

"Little, little fox, you—"

In the mud pit a few zhang away, Mu Hua coughed up two mouthfuls of blood angrily, wanting to argue.

Chang Ling swung his knife again, pinned Mu Hua to death in the mud pit, and said, "Mrs. Jun is talking nonsense now, it's unbelievable."

Mu Hua was so angry that he vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Medical Xuan officer."

With a cold face, Zhao Yan finally spoke expressionlessly.

**

Ming Jin withdraws his troops.

Back in the camp, the generals headed by Tanlang and Yunyi wanted to speak about how to deal with Mrs. Jun, but seeing Zhaoyan's gloomy face like water droplets, which seemed to be a sign of an approaching storm, they all retreated wisely.

Chang Ling got off the beast's back, took a deep breath, and whispered, "I know you are very angry, but you don't want Mrs. Jun to die, do you?"

Zhaoyan's lip line was tightly pressed, without saying a word, he directly carried the man by the waist, and strode towards the insider.

The personal guard was about to go forward to greet him, but when he saw this, he was so frightened that he quickly stepped aside.

With a livid face, Zhao Yan threw the man into the bed tent, and this time directly put the lock rings on Chang Ling's left and right wrists.

His hands were astonishingly strong, and they were still clasping his waist. Chang Ling pursed his lips tightly, frowning in pain, and just as he made a move, he received a heavier blow, and his right wrist was clasped at the same time.

Zhaoyan was panting, his eyes were bloodshot, he trapped this nasty little thing on the bedpost, and asked coldly, "Where's the knife?"

Chang Ling remained silent.

"Where's the knife?"

Zhaoyan gritted his teeth and asked again, his pupils burst out with an unprecedented frosty look, and at the same time exerted a lot of force on his hands.

Chang Ling's eyes turned red from the pain, but he still pursed the corners of his mouth tightly and remained silent.She only gently tore off the corner of his clothes with her fingers, full of flattery.

"Okay, Tu Shan Changling, I must force me to deal with you now, right?"

Zhaoyan sneered, took that hand away, clasped the little thing's left wrist together, and began to untie his belt.

Seeing that his armor had been removed and he began to take off his inner robe, Chang Ling could only give in temporarily and said, "It's in the spiritual bag."

Zhaoyan tore off the thing, violently broke the seal, searched around, took out the broken water, held it in his palm and looked at it coldly.

"Is this the knife that the Moxie woman made for you?"

Chang Ling nodded.

"This knife is at least a seventh-level weapon, and you are just a half-spirited fox. With your little spiritual power, how can you control such a high-level weapon?" Zhao Yan stared at the water-blue blade. , asked in a deep voice.

Thinking that the Lihuo used to forge the knife was cheated from him by the little thing, Zhao Yan became more and more furious.

Chang Ling said: "Yes, it is the secret technique that my father passed on to me."

"What secret technique?"

"Borrow, borrow spirit."

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes, as if he was considering whether the words were true or false.

Chang Ling stretched out his fingers again, tugged at the corner of his clothes, and said, "I did this for you, are you really willing to watch Mrs. Jun die?"

"You obviously don't want to."

"This is not something you should care about!" Zhaoyan pursed his lips indifferently, endured it for a moment, and said, "Do you know how worried I was when you jumped off?"

Chang Ling didn't expect him to be angry because of this, so he was stunned for a while, reached out and hugged his waist, put his face on his cold armor, and coaxed in a low voice: "I did this because I was sure, I didn't discuss it with you in advance, yes I'm wrong."

"sorry."

"You, don't be angry, okay?"

Without saying a word, Zhao Yan put the saber into his sleeve, and said, "Next time, I will throw it into the refining hut and burn it!"

Seeing him turn around and about to leave, Chang Ling was startled, grabbed the corner of his robe and said: "I beg you, give it back to me, is that okay?"

Zhao Yan frowned.

Looking down, I saw the pupils of the little thing trembling, the eyes were red, and there were long strings of crystals hanging on the eyelashes, and the end of the eyes seemed to be dyed with red, looking up at him pitifully.Seeing his gaze sweeping towards him, as if frightened, he quickly let go of the corner of his clothes with his fingers and shrank back.

Here comes this trick again!

Zhaoyan hardened his heart, ignored it, and started to leave, but the corner of his clothes was caught again.

When he glanced over, the little thing quickly loosened the corner of his clothes like a frightened rabbit.

"..."

Zhaoyan gritted his teeth, clenched his right palm into a fist, the veins on the back of his hand twitched violently, obviously trying to endure something, in an instant, he dropped the knife, lifted the tent and walked out.

Chang Ling heaved a sigh of relief, put away the knife, sat up with his arms on the edge of the bed, and suddenly felt a wisp of warmth flowing down the cuffs of the blue silk.Looking sideways, he discovered that it was a ray of bright red blood.

Chang Ling gritted his teeth and sat up, bit the fingers of his left hand, and quickly drew a blood formation on the wall of the tent. Bloody charms flew out densely, and quickly repaired the fine wounds on his arm that were shaken open by the spiritual power.

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