The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

The moon is like water, and the night wind is hunting.

The city gate was ablaze with fire, and the burnt smell of the corpse was mixed with the bloody smell in the air.

The enemy army rushed towards the city gate like a tide.

Under the boundless sky, the young general held a long sword, domineering and strong in front of the army.

The people he brought had already been killed, and the dark brown warhorse also fell at his feet, along with the warhorse, there were piles of enemy corpses.

One husband is the gatekeeper and ten thousand people are not allowed to open it.

His armor has long been stained red with blood, both the enemy's and his own.

Bright red blood dripped from the tip of his sword drop by drop, leaving blossoming red plums on the ground, leaving a blood-red footprint with every step forward.

The blood on the ground gathered more and more, and his life was passing rapidly, but he couldn't feel it, he only saw killing in his eyes, and only a voice in his heart.

stop them!

stop them!

Hundreds of thousands of enemy troops were frightened by the murderous aura around him and stopped their steps.

"General, he..." Bu Ren was horrified.

how can that be possible?

With such a serious injury, why didn't he fall down?

Yan Guangmao glanced coldly at the black-robed man beside him: "How long will you be watching the show?"

Si Yun raised his eyelids to look at Xiao Qirui, as if he was looking at his personal belongings, he hooked the corners of his lips in satisfaction, and took off a white bone flute from his waist...

The strange flute sound came from all over his body, and the sound waves swayed in circles, making people's scalp numb.

However, the flute sound that was only slightly uncomfortable in the ears of others came into Xiao Qirui's ears, but it was like tens of thousands of silver needles pierced into his brain, swallowing his reason bit by bit...

Kacha... Xiao Qirui's right knee bent a bit, and his facial features became hideous.

Si Yun smiled proudly, just when he thought it was foolproof, Xiao Qirui raised his head sharply, and his scarlet eyes looked straight at him.

Si Yun groaned in his heart, slowly put down the bone flute, and said incredulously, "He's out of control."

Not being controlled by his flute, he has completely turned into a killing machine!

Yan Guangmao sneered: "I didn't expect you to miscalculate sometimes."

Si Yun's eyes were cold, and he said with a gloomy face: "There are hundreds of thousands of puppets in the city for you and me to use, this... kill it."

Although he said that, he was obviously reluctant to give up such a good weapon.

He picked up the bone flute again, his fingers twitched rapidly, and the flute sound became more and more strange and rapid...

Xiao Qirui moved, with the momentum of breaking the army, like a fierce blade unsheathed, and quickly rushed towards Si Yun at the rear of the army.

"Send the arrow, stop him, don't let him get close to the coach and the high priest." Bu Ren roared.

The arrows shot at Xiao Qirui densely, but failed to hold him back in the slightest. He rushed into the middle of the army like a hell Shura.

Wu soldiers fell one by one, blood stained the ground, blurring Xiao Qirui's face.

Bu Ren hurriedly threw out the meteor hammer to stop it, banging, the chain was broken by the sword qi, and Bu Ren was also thrown out.

"Damn..." Bu Ren spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the boy walking towards him with horror in his eyes.

However, Xiao Qirui didn't even look at him, and stabbed Si Yun with a sword...

"That's it." A sigh came out of Si Yun's mouth, only to see his fingers flipped, and a silver needle flew out from his fingertips.

puff-

The silver needle penetrated into his eyebrows.

Xiao Qirui's offensive stopped.

Bangdang ~ The long sword fell to the ground.

Xiao Qirui fell to the ground weakly, a purse fell from the torn armor on his chest and rolled onto the blood-stained ground.

There was a flash of clarity in his eyes, and he used the last of his strength to grab the purse into his hand...

"When I return in triumph, can you get to know me again?"

In a trance, a plain girl slowly walked towards him and said with a smile, "Okay."

Xiao Qirui's lips curled into an arc.

At this moment, the drums of war sounded on the tower, and the flag of Daxia was raised in the wind.

Is it finally here?

He closed his eyes reassuringly.

Miss Yuan, in the next life, if we can meet, I will definitely live up to you!

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The Lantern Festival cp finally decided to follow the original setting and choose be, you can scold me!