My child's father is me

Qi Mo got off his horse and stood firmly in front of him, his robes blown by the wind were still rattling.

He used to be a little worried, with some tiredness from day and night on his face: "General, how are you? How are you? Are you okay?"

Shen Huaibi didn't answer him, but approached him with a cold face.

Qi Mo was a little surprised, and just about to ask him what's wrong, he felt a burning pain on his back?——

"Who asked you to make decisions for this general? Didn't you? Is it fatal?!"

Shen Huaibi was still ill after all, this palm did not cause him any pain? Pain.Qi Mo was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered that there were some things between him and Shen Huaibi that he hadn't said yet. After a while, he stuttered and opened his mouth: "General..."

Shen Huaibi raised his brows, stood still, and didn't move, as if he wanted to listen to his explanation.

"I actually—"

Xu Yi, who had been watching from the sidelines, saw that he was hesitating for a long time. He said that he didn't understand clearly, so he opened his mouth to help him out: "General, we can talk about you and Your Highness when we are safe, shall we? I see that Pingcheng is also an evil gate, why? We have to close the city gate as soon as we come, why not? How about we go over there first?"

Qi Mo went down the donkey along the slope and closed his mouth.

Shen Huaibi was still angry, didn't he? He admitted that what Xu Yi said was very reasonable, so he had to dump Qi Mo angrily? With a cold face, he followed and led the way, didn't he? He kept winking at Qi Mo Xu Yi left.

Qi Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but he hadn't exhausted his breath yet, when he saw Shen Huaibi turn his head again, his handsome face seemed to have been frozen by frost, it was frighteningly cold: "Not yet? Follow me quickly? Stand there What are you doing? Are you planning to set up a stall or something?”

When Qi Mo heard this familiar sarcasm, didn't he? He smiled, and the small dimples on his lips opened deeply, like honey wine filled with peach blossoms.

Sweet and fragrant.

On Uncle Rong's side, the war is not over yet.

The gate of the inn has long been burned by the hot oil, leaving only a scorched black shell.

Uncle Rong stayed in the back of the palace and led a group of soldiers from Dongdaying to stand out from the encirclement. After running for more than a dozen miles into the forest without stopping, the young soldier who was leading the way turned his horse's head around. Turning around, his face was a little sad.

Uncle Rong saw that he was hesitating to speak, and he hated this kind of people who don't talk fast in his life. He got angry instantly, and suppressed his anger, saying: "Speak up if you have something to say. If you have something to fart, don't let it go. Just sit there and hold back, I'm not the roundworm in your stomach, but I can't guess what you're thinking now."

That little soldier has never heard of a master who is more capable of swearing than his own general. He smashed half of his face like a bead. He was only stunned for a moment, and then hurriedly said: "Master Rong, There is a siege ahead!"

Uncle Rong also frowned, and said strangely: "Could it be that Eleven's plan has gone wrong? These people we saw before are obviously soldiers and crab generals, aren't they? It's enough to be afraid of."

That? The little soldier answered: "Is it? No? Just now I was running around like a mouse with a head in its arms, but please look! Those in front are obviously elite soldiers! The same as before. Those people are simply not of the same class!"

He pointed to Uncle Rong the black crowd that could be seen vaguely in front of him—it was a "gift" sent to them by the other party.

Uncle Rong? Looking back at the team he was in, the soldiers were all pale, obviously caused by being exhausted from running around in the middle of the night.

Some of their faces were covered with smoke and dust, and some of them hung their injured arms, barely supporting the horses, and they were precariously about to fall.

The faces are all exhausted. Such an army can hardly move an inch against the army in front of it.

Uncle Rong closed his eyes, opened them after a while, sighed softly, and ordered: "Throw all the weapons on the ground, we surrender."