Dedicated every day to make Master go crazy

Ten miles of yellow sand, a long river of setting sun.

The air smelled of sand and blood.

This is obviously a battlefield where two armies are fighting against each other.

One side defends the city, the other side attacks the city.

The defenders of the city wore torn armor.

What they guard is a city made of loess.This might have once been a populous, wealthy and lively city, but now, the city wall has been dilapidated, like the battle armor on the guards.

It may collapse at any time.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city were all pale and emaciated.

They were so thin that they seemed to have their last breath left and might collapse at any time, but their eyes were still bright.

They have not given up their last hope, they still have the last life-saving talisman.

A man with a beard and dressed as a soldier raised his big knife and shouted at the enemy army under the city: "The people below can see clearly! Your king is in our hands! Give me now! Back ten miles! Or I'll kill him right now!"

As he spoke, he waved the big knife in his hand as if to cut off the people around him.

Tied to the edge of the city wall was a man in a black dress.

The man lowered his head, and the long hair that was originally tied with the jade crown had now been scattered and scattered around the man in a mess.The black clothes on his body were already in tatters. Judging from the signs of damage to the clothes, it seemed that he had been beaten with a whip or something, and his body was already stained with blood.

After hearing what the beard said, the man who had been hanging his head slowly raised his head.

Since he was caught the day before yesterday, he has been whipped for two days and two nights.Days of whipping made the man's face pale and bloodless, and his originally handsome appearance also looked extremely haggard.

But his eyes were still so bright, and when he looked up, his eyes were still full of natural dignity, awe-inspiring and inviolable.

He raised his eyes like this, and looked straight at her standing under the city.

Naturally, there is also a group of soldiers lined up under the city.

However, they are different from the soldiers defending the city, all of them are riding on tall horses, their weapons are imposing, and their hands and bodies are well equipped, and they have extraordinary fighting power at first sight.

The man in the fancy dress looked at her who was standing at the forefront of this army.

This position is generally reserved for the supreme leader of the army, and this position in this army is no exception.

The only exception may be that standing here is a woman.

The woman is also dressed as a soldier, with her long hair pulled up high, and she is wearing silver armor. The yellow sand all over the sky does not affect her beautiful appearance at all.

She is so beautiful that the country is overwhelmed by the city, but her eyebrows and eyes are full of heroism.

She was there, riding a horse, like a rose blooming in the desert, extremely beautiful but full of thorns.

The woman was also raising her head, looking straight at the man.

Their eyes locked in the air.

The bearded man laughed when he saw this: "Hahaha, you see, your man is in my hands! Hurry back and surrender! Otherwise, if I accidentally hurt your man, the little lady will not be sad?"

The other soldiers on the city also laughed when they heard this.

The men and women didn't seem to notice what they were saying.

They just stared at each other.

Finally the man spoke, his voice full of affection: "Wan'er, I was wrong for not saving you when you were captured before, but I believe you will not blame me, because you know how much I love you. If you can survive today However, from now on, you will be my queen, the only queen. There will be no one else between you and me. When our country merges, I will be king and you will be queen. I will make you the happiest woman in the world."

He was very serious about every word.

"At this moment, she couldn't help thinking of a lot. The first time she saw him that year, she was the princess of the subjugated country, and he was the emperor of the new country. Her parents and relatives were all killed by him. He destroyed her home country, slaughtered her people, She hated him to the bone, and she did not hesitate to use her body to enter his harem, just so that one day she could kill the enemy with her own hands."

"Unexpectedly, he was overwhelmed by her beauty, and he was more attracted to her outstanding military talent. Not only did the three thousand in the harem dote on her, but he also allowed her to show off her talents on the battlefield. She was slowly immersed in his tenderness. She wanted to stay with him forever like this, forgetting the hatred of the country and family and being with him, but he suddenly found out her identity."

"She was thrown into the cold palace, and every day she saw him having a romantic relationship with others, and constantly accepting new people into the palace, but he ignored her, and her heart was like a knife."

A female voice suddenly sounded beside her ear, and she began to read paragraphs of text with emotion.The corners of the eyes of the man tied to the city twitched, and no one noticed that he seemed to roll his eyes helplessly, and then continued to act silently and affectionately.

The female voice in the ear continued.

"Finally, with the help of the old country's subordinates, she left his palace. She reorganized people loyal to the old country and formed her own army. In this troubled world, she soon occupied half of the country."

"She established her own country and started to be his enemy. But only she knows that she misses him so much in the dead of night."

"Later she was captured by someone. She waited for him to rescue her, but she didn't expect to hear a cold sentence 'but the enemy general, life and death have nothing to do with me'. She was devastated."

"But slowly she discovered that he was not as indifferent as she imagined. The hand he held tightly when he demoted her to the cold palace, the tight lips when he learned that she had escaped from the palace, and the time when he said 'life and death have nothing to do' were hidden deep in his heart." The grief in the depths of the eyes—"

"She suffered a crushing defeat. Finally, after many obstacles, they reconciled. With thousands of miles away, she married him again. This time, he was the king and she was the queen. They stood side by side. She finally became his queen, The only queen."

"She knows that their love is beyond tolerance, but she doesn't care. As early as the beginning, when she fell in love with him, she lost."

"In front of love, she voted for him—"

The female voice was only halfway through when the woman under the city suddenly raised her head and said, "Why surrender? Is there something wrong with the brains of the people in your city? He and I are the monarchs of two hostile countries. Do you understand the bloody feud? I will save him." ? To let him steal the world from me?"

The voice was indifferent.

The soldiers who were laughing on the city wall gave a meal together.

The woman seemed to roll her eyes to the sky, raised the bow|crossbow in her right hand, and pressed down without hesitation——

The bow and arrow hit the man's chest.

"..."

The bearded man was at a loss for the sudden death of the prisoner beside him.

The soldiers were even more at a loss when the plot suddenly took a turn for the worse.

The woman who killed the man with one arrow seemed to be disdainful and smiled: "You drunken king, you still want me to be your queen? You can occupy the country that I and my subordinates have worked so hard to conquer without a single soldier." What you think is beautiful. Who wants to be your queen, wouldn't it be good to be the emperor yourself?"

Beard: "..."

The soldier guarding the city: "..."

"Hahahahahahahahaha!" The female voice who had been reciting the original text with emotion just now fell down with laughter, and Qingli even seemed to hear her slapping the table in a trance.

"..."

The man opens his eyes.

He is sitting in a room at this time, the house is decorated with carved railings and paintings, which is extremely exquisite.

The man sitting at the table was dressed in a red dress, his long black hair was tied high in a ponytail and behind his head, and there were thin, untied hair hanging down from his forehead.

He was sitting by the window, and there was a gentle breeze blowing.

The tail of black hair rustled in the wind together with the hem of the bright red dress.

The eyebrows and eyes under the broken hair seem to be dyed with a good inkstone, and it seems that someone has carefully carved them with a sword. It is more than a simple summary of the four words "sword eyebrows and star eyes".

But it was vaguely exactly the appearance of the black-clothed monarch who was shot to death by an arrow just now.

Apart from him, there was only a laughing woman in yellow sitting across from him in the room.

Qingli looked up at the woman in yellow, didn't say much, just reached out to fetch the teapot on the table in front of her, poured herself a cup of tea, and took a sip slowly.

Although the man didn't open his mouth, Wang Xiang immediately felt cold all over his body when he was swept away by his black and white phoenix eyes with slanted tails, and quickly stopped talking.

"Gu, Guzhu." Wangxiang swallowed, "I took a look, and the task just now was completed perfectly. The obsession of Murong Wan's soul has disappeared, and now she has reincarnated. Guzhu, please take a rest , we can move on to the next task.”

Qingli nodded.

Wang Xiang cowardly took a sip of tea from the teacup that Qing Li had just filled for her, but he didn't see the arrogance just now.

No wonder Wangxiang is like this.

This world is a world of cultivation, with three thousand paths, as long as one has spiritual roots, everyone can cultivate.This world has existed for a long time, and there are many Taoists with profound cultivation bases and heavenly techniques, but there are only two people who are recognized as the pinnacle of the current cultivation world.

Dingtianzong holds Jianfeng Peak as the master of Mu Qianya and Huangquan Valley as the master of Qingli.

The two have similar cultivation bases, and their aptitudes are both heavenly, but their reputations in the cultivation world are completely different.

Now there are two supreme sects in the world of comprehension, Dingtianzong and Huangquangu.

Dingtianzong practiced Taoism, and the sect has been passed down for thousands of years. There are countless secret treasures and secret methods in the sect. All the disciples in the sect are righteous people who hate evil and take the world as their own responsibility. It is a place that every cultivator yearns for .

Yellow Spring Valley is completely different.

The people in the Yellow Spring Valley cultivate demons, and they walk against the world's great road in a grand manner.Among them, Qingli, the owner of the valley, is even more bloodthirsty and ruthless. It is said that if others offend him in any way, he can kill immediately.

Therefore, in the eyes of the comprehension world, Mu Qianya is naturally the leader of the righteous way, everyone respects and loves him, and admires him like a god; Qingli is the big devil that everyone shouts and beats.

No, maybe you can't say that at all, because with Qingli's reputation in the cultivation world, there is no one who dares to "call and beat" him. Everyone just wants to run away quickly when they see him.

Wangxiang is no exception.

But she just can't do it.

Because she is a disciple of Shenyimen, the mission of Shenyimen is to help people in the cultivation world enter the small world to survive the calamity and consolidate their skills.

And the object of her mission... is Qingli.

Wangxiang secretly glanced at Qingli.

The man is drinking tea with his eyes downcast.He had a pair of red phoenix eyes, black and white, majestic and natural, but there was still a bit of amber in the sun, as if a lot of light was in his eyes, not as precious as treasures.

He even smiled, his brows and eyes were curved, and the eyelashes fluttering at that moment seemed to shatter the sunlight falling among the leaves by the window.

However, when he looked up, there was a flash of swords and swords.

He was born so good-looking, so good-looking and gentle, yet so gentle...so hypocritical.

Wangxiang sighed, and thought of the messy rumors about Qingli in the cultivation world.

It is a burning peach blossom, and the tip of the pen is cinnabar.

But there are also bloodstains.

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