The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool

Apart from the dead soldiers whose bodies were confirmed to have been burned, the rest included the 50,000 rebels, and there were as many as 70,000 people who were seriously injured and comatose by the black-robed men.

All 70,000 people turned into killing machines overnight, or when the rest of the soldiers were not prepared, the barracks fell into chaos in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of soldiers fell.

"Tang Ming, wake up, I'm Sun Hao!" Sun Hao clasped Tang Ming's hand tightly and shouted with red eyes.

There was a struggle in Tang Ming's eyes, and in a flash, he directly threw Sun Hao out.

"How did this stinky boy become so powerful?" Sun Hao was surprised for a moment, seeing Tang Ming attacking him again, he didn't have time to think, and hurriedly rolled to the side to avoid it.

Sun Hao's pupils shrank as he saw the opponent's fist rubbing his armor and leaving a deep pit on the ground, "Since it's true, are you crazy?"

As if Tang Ming hadn't heard it, five fingers turned into claws and grabbed him again. Sun Hao spat, a carp stood up straight, and brushed out the sword around his waist to resist.

The two fought for dozens of rounds in an instant, and Sun Hao was very surprised.

Because he was at the same level and on the same team, he often sparred with Tang Ming and knew his skills well, but this time, he clearly felt that the opponent had increased a lot in both strength and speed.

The loss is that the opponent is bare-handed, otherwise he would not be able to hold on for so long.

Bang, Sun Hao was knocked to the ground by a punch. Tang Ming didn't stop at all and attacked him again. Sun Hao gritted his teeth, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it out. To Tang Ming's throat...

At the critical moment, an untimely image flashed in my mind, and Sun Hao's sword tip stopped at the last moment...

This is his companion, his teammate, not a brother who is more than a relative, he can't do it!

Pfft... Sun Hao was sent flying again, and fell heavily onto the collapsed camp behind him. He spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at the man walking towards him step by step, and loosened his grip on the sword.

It's not that he was too injured to get up, but that he didn't want to fight.

Tang Ming's situation was obviously abnormal, he didn't know what he was doing at all.

But he is different. His consciousness is clear. He still remembers every bit of training together, drinking together, joking together, and fighting together...

Sun Hao gave up. He was lying on the blood-stained ground, turning his head to watch his familiar companion kill the rest of his companions, his eyes were very unsatisfactory and wet.

He closed his eyes and couldn't bear to look any longer. He felt the oncoming palm wind, and instead put down a huge boulder in his heart.

fair enough……

He is not a fool, not to mention he has witnessed and fought against the black-robed man. At this time, he naturally wants to understand the reason why Tang Ming will become like this. In the end, it is nothing more than a life and death end...

Bang... The expected blow did not come. He opened his eyes and looked at the figure standing in front of him, with a guilty conscience flashing on his face.

Song Jingchen tilted his head and glanced at him, and said lightly, "Tie the person first."

Sun Hao was startled, and glanced at Tang Ming who couldn't break free when he stepped on the ground. He hurriedly picked up the sword that fell to the side and supported his body to stand up: "Yes."

He found ropes to tie Tang Ming Wuhua, and the other lieutenants rushed over at this time: "General..."

"Control people first." Song Jingchen said.

After receiving the order, several people did not dare to delay, and went to give orders one after another.

"Master, in case these people have been like this..." Looking at the chaos around him, San Wan felt quite uncomfortable.

Although he is not familiar with these people, but put himself in his shoes, if one day other people in mahjong become like this, he will not be able to do it.

In fact, even if the enemy army broke in, everyone would not panic, but it was the teammates who were familiar with them in the past who attacked them.

It should be noted that as long as they hesitate a little, they will end up in a doomed situation.

Song Jingchen said solemnly, "Go and see Brother Xiao first."

After that, he walked directly to Xiao Qirui's tent, and when he reached the door, a person flew out from inside, and Song Jingchen helped him.

Seeing who is coming, Xiao Li said anxiously, "Master Guo, go and see my young master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Jingchen had already lifted the curtain and entered the tent.

Swipe... The sound of the blade breaking through the air sounded, Song Jingchen turned sideways to avoid the oncoming long sword, and clasped Xiao Qirui's wrist with one hand.

At the same time, he also saw clearly the two soldiers who fell to the ground in the camp.

really……

Xiao Qirui looked at him with scarlet eyes, saying he was looking, but there was no focus in his eyes, completely ignoring the danger that his right hand holding the sword would be twisted, and his left hand clenched his fist and attacked fiercely.

Worried that Song Jingchen would kill his young master, Xiao Li hurriedly explained: "My young master is still conscious, and he just told me to leave..."

Song Jingchen hesitated for a moment, and finally let go of his wrist and chose to defend.

Bang, the two fists collided, and he was directly forced to retreat dozens of steps, shock flashed in Song Jingchen's eyes.

Xiao Qirui had an indifferent face, and came with another sword beheading him, carrying a strong murderous aura.

Song Jingchen's eyes sank, and he pulled out his saber to block.

The difference is that Song Jingchen has always focused on defense. On the other hand, Xiao Qirui made a fatal move and pressed him step by step. If this goes on, Song Jingchen will be seriously injured sooner or later.

Xiao Li and San Wan were in a hurry. They were worried that something would happen to their master. They wanted to help, but they couldn't even get close.

"Didn't you say that General Xiao is still conscious?" Noticing that Song Jingchen had several more injuries, Thirty Thousand asked aloud.

Xiao Li paused: "Consciousness, yes, consciousness..."

He bypassed the two people in the fight and ran to the bed, followed by 30,000 puzzled.

Xiao Li rummaged on the bed for a while, turned the pillows and quilts into a mess, and murmured anxiously: "Where are you going, why are you missing?"

"What are you looking for?"

"A box, a box for letters." Xiao Li gestured with both hands for the size of the box.

Thirty thousand people are suspicious and don't understand the use of a box, but standing here can't solve any problems, so let's help find them together.

The two searched under the bed and couldn't find any boxes. When they caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of their eyes, San Wan pointed to the middle table and asked, "Is that the one?"

Xiao Li looked in the direction he pointed: "Yes, yes, that's the box."

But the two in the middle are fighting fiercely, how do they get close?

Song Jingchen has been looking for opportunities to control Xiao Qirui, and naturally he did not miss the conversation between the two.

He glanced at the box not far from him in front of him, stepped on it with one foot, flipped the back of his foot, and kicked it out with another kick.

Xiao Qirui slashed the box in half with a sword, and all the letters inside were scattered and fluttered to the ground...

Something flashed in his mind, Xiao Qirui paused, a struggle appeared in his eyes.

The murderous aura around him stagnated, and with a bang, the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

"Young master, you're awake." Xiao Li was about to run over with a happy face, but was quickly pulled by thirty thousand eyes.

"Ah—" Xiao Qirui covered his head in pain and squatted down.

"Brother Xiao." Song Jingchen called him tentatively.

Xiao Qirui raised his head sharply, looked at Song Jingchen's wounds with blood-red eyes, then looked at the two soldiers lying on the ground next to him, and suddenly picked up the sword on the ground...

Guessing what he was going to do, Song Jingchen shrank his pupils and was about to shoot...

"Don't come here!" Xiao Qirui roared with red eyes, put the sword on his neck, and quickly stood up and took a step back.

He knew that he wouldn't last long, and instead of turning into a killing machine like a black-robed man, he might as well end it on his own while he still had reason.

"Master, they are not dead, they are just knocked out by you." Xiao Li was about to cry.

"It's useless." The scarlet in Xiao Qirui's eyes did not fade at all, his face twisted, and he gritted his teeth: "Achen, do you still remember the poison in the Emperor Taishang?"

His voice was trembling.

Song Jingchen held the sword tightly.

Why was the Emperor Taishang dubbed a lunatic? Wasn't it because Ji Yunxi poisoned him, and when the poison spread, his six relatives would kill him if he didn't recognize him? How could he not remember.

The situation of Xiao Qirui and those soldiers was more than a hundred times more serious.

Song Jingchen closed his eyes: "Wait, there must be a solution."

"No, Nanlingguan city gate was broken, but Yan Guangmao only sent the man in black robe in, not in a hurry to attack the city, because he was waiting..."

What are you waiting for, waiting for these people to attack, waiting for the Daxia soldiers to kill each other.

But where did he get the confidence, nothing more than that this poison has no solution.

To say that it is poison, it is better to say that these living dead cannot be saved.

He didn't believe that Song Jingchen didn't think of this, but he didn't want to admit it.

There was a dead silence in the tent.

"Report-report--" A soldier rushed in, rolling and crawling: "The army of Wu State has attacked."

Song Jingchen's heart tightened: "Where are you?"

"It's less than twenty miles away from the city gate."

Twenty miles away, less than a quarter of an hour.

The noise outside continued, and Yan Guangmao clearly came at the right time.

"Xiao Li, bring my armor." Xiao Qirui said suddenly.

"Master?" Xiao Li was shocked.

Xiao Qirui looked at Song Jingchen firmly: "I will take those wounded soldiers out to delay the time, and I will leave the rest to you."

The soldier who was wounded in his mouth was the one who was slandered tonight.

"I will end myself before I lose control." This sentence seemed to be telling Song Jingchen, but also telling himself.

Song Jingchen clenched his fists: "I'll arrange it."

Having said that, he turned and walked out of the tent.

When his lips are cold and his teeth are dead, he cannot tolerate the kindness of his wife.

...

Inside the tent, Xiao Li helped Xiao Qirui put on his armor with trembling hands: "Master, I'll go with you."

"You follow the grandfather!"

Xiao Qirui's forehead burst with blue veins, which shows that he has been enduring, enduring the urge to kill.

"The subordinate promised that the lady and the young lady will always be by your side, subordinate..."

"This is an order." Xiao Qirui said sharply.

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(The text will end this month, well, thank you for the treasure who is still there.)