To the east, a team with black robes on their shoulders, under the cover of the night, took advantage of the great chaos of the coalition forces and quietly approached the holy city. Strips of cloth were tied to their horses' feet, and the sound of their horses' hooves was submerged in the strange sound of explosions.
The silver light was shining in mid-air, and the thunder continued to explode. The fire in the coalition camp was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames reflected their faint outline.
The soldiers on the top of the city were so nervous that their feet were weak, and they dared not scream: This team has only a few hundred people. If they are found by the Beirong coalition forces, none of them can escape!
Suddenly, a rumbling drum of fighting came from the coalition camp, and a Northern Rong cavalry rushed out of the camp, chased it, and rushed toward the reinforcements.
Everyone stood up one after another, their throats almost jumped out of their throats, and they couldn't take care of anything else, and shouted towards the team under the city wall.
"careful!"
"Quick!"
The team found that there were chasing soldiers behind them and accelerated their pace. The flames were raging, and their faces became clearer and clearer.
Soon, everyone recognized the flying flag in the team, couldn't believe it, and stayed for a while.
Bi Suo and Yuanjue were shaking all over.
The team dexterously avoided the juma pile, and had already galloped under the city wall. The leader pulled on the reins, reined in, stopped, looked at the city head, and lifted the mask on his face.
It happened that a silver light tore through the dark night sky, and the beam of light poured down and hung over her. She was bathed in a bright beam of light. She was beautiful and beautiful, as if she was a goddess who fell from the clouds with the silver light.
The Wang Ting soldiers looked at her blankly.
She raised her head and looked at the Tamaraga in a monk's robe above the city, and stared at him.
"Luo Jia!"
She shouted with a smile, her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.
Behind her, sparks splashed from the coalition camp, and a team of cavalry followed closely. The silver light flickered and thunder blasted flatly.
She smiled slightly, and the whole night sky suddenly became bright.
Tamaraga looked down at her, motionless, her robes lightly raised.
In the next instant, he grabbed his saber abruptly and rushed down the city head like electricity.
Bi Suo recovered, her lips trembled a few times, and urged the soldiers to open the city gate.
Tamara Gha, who came back from Shacheng, made everyone close to him feel strange and terrible.
He led the soldiers to defend the city, pacified the people, punished the family, and released the slaves. He seemed to be the same as before, but everyone knew that he was different. He was like a lofty god, compassionate, but without a trace of affection.
Even when the Beirong coalition forces almost broke through the city gate, he just frowned slightly.
Until this moment, until Princess Wen Zhao gently called him Luo Jia, he was truly alive.
The gate of the city was wide open, and Tan Moroga rushed out of the hole and galloped towards Yaoying.
The fire of the coalition camp was soaring, half of the sky was burnt red, and corpses piled all over the ground. Iron cavalry chased them from different directions. The rebel soldiers all over the mountains screamed and screamed. The horses screamed, screamed, and the fire was burning. The roar... just like the Shura ghost in his dream.
He will sink into hell forever.
The bloody storm and the black smoke filled the sky, the curly figure suddenly fell from the sky, with a cold silver light on his shoulders, rushing towards him, the hood blown off by the wind, and the green silk was like a waterfall.
Between heaven and earth, only that figure remains.
He thought he would never see her again.
Tamara Gha looked at her without blinking, for fear that everything in front of her would disappear in a blink of an eye.
The sound of horseshoes is getting closer and closer, and there is a sound, like stepping on his heart.
Suddenly she clenched the reins, stopped a few feet away from him, narrowed her eyes, and snorted softly.
The two faced each other silently.
Suddenly, the surroundings were as cold and silent as sinking water, and all the noisy voices went away, and Tamaraga heard the sound of his heartbeat, once and then, slowly and calmly.
"What is Princess Wen Zhao doing here?"
His voice was cold and calm.
Yaoying smiled: "This princess thinks about you day and night, and is coming to you."
The Wang Ting soldiers who rushed to respond immediately opened their mouths and stared at each other.
Tamara Gha has no expression on his face, and his blue eyes are deep.
"Princess, I am a monk."
Yaoying spread her hands: "This princess does not dislike you as a monk."
Tamara Gha closed her eyes for a while, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyes were sharp and deep: "I am backlashed by the practice, and time is running out."
Yaoying looked at him, her expression slowly softened: "Then we should cherish the remaining days, okay?"
Tamara Gha was speechless for a while, and his eyes were surging.
Changfeng hunting.
Yaoying smiled: "Why, the mage forgot what happened that night? Forgot how to hold me, and promised that I won't lie to me again? Forgot..."
Her eyes went dark, and her voice stopped abruptly.
The horse's hoof smashed the snow, he suddenly drove the horse forward, pulled off her hand holding the rein, stretched his arm, and directly embraced her on the horseback into his arms, his body was mixed with a bloody breath. Cold fingers inserted into her long hair, blue eyes staring at her.
She panted slightly, raised her hand to hold his thinned face, and the circles under her eyes gradually turned red.
"Luo Jia, you lied to me again."
Tamaraga hugged her, shaking her whole body, bowed her head, tightened her arms, and kissed her lips.
This kiss was eager, domineering, and fiercely prying open her moist lips. It was completely different from the kiss he had landed on the top of her hair. The arms around her tightened, and the tight muscles trembled slightly through the robes.
A burst of electricity rushed through her body, and Yaoying trembled all over, raising her arm around his waist.
There was a crackling sound of weapons landing, and the soldiers of the royal court on and under the walls were dumbfounded.
Before thousands of troops and horses, their Buddha, wearing a robe, kissed Princess Wen Zhao.
The author has something to say: The last chapter is pending for high-level review, and there is no way to modify it, but to issue a new chapter directly.
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