Yan Xiaomo looked at the female venerable with some pity.
Her spirit was no longer normal and she was almost on the verge of collapse.
Yan Xiaomo didn't need punishment.
He was already going crazy.
He kept muttering one sentence in his mouth, and it seemed that no matter what Yan Xiaomo said, he couldn't hear it.
It's boring, she just cut off the female venerable's hope.
Yan Xiaomo left the dungeon and said something before leaving, "Don't let her leave the dungeon, and don't let her die.
The rest is up to you."
The two guards seemed to understand something and immediately said yes.
Yan Xiaomo did not look back.
The dungeon was originally a dark and dirty place, and some dark and dirty things would naturally happen in it.
She is no Madonna, and she doesn’t have much compassion.
Long Ao left, leaving nothing behind.
Yan Xiaomo found that something was missing.
The more she was alone, the lonelier she felt, and she couldn't sleep all night.
The next day, Yan Xiaomo opened her eyes.
The genius Mao Mao was bright outside, but someone had already come to wake up.
Because they had to leave the Wilderness City and head towards the Imperial Capital.
Han Xin was riding on a horse, waiting for Yan Xiaomo outside the city.
Behind him was an orderly army.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Yan Xiaomo ran out, looking at everyone waiting with a trace of apology on her face.
"The time is right, come up."
Han Xin stretched out his hand towards Yan Xiaomo on the horse with a soft smile on his face.
Yan Xiaomo was a little embarrassed.
Did Han Xin want to invite her to ride with him?
But she didn't hesitate much and handed her hand to Han Xin.
Han Xin pulled Yan Xiaomo hard and got on the horse instantly.
Han Xin sat behind her, holding the reins in one hand and holding Yan Xiaomo in the other.
"Sit tight."
Han Xin warned, clamping his legs on the horse's belly, shouting and driving, and the white horse galloped like an arrow from the string.
There is white between the sky and the earth, with snow floating in the air.
A white horse runs and leaves footprints in the snow.
A man in a silver-white armor on the horse holds a woman in red in his arms.
The red and white complement each other. , like a beautiful painting.
There was a large army of troops a hundred meters behind them, closely following the horses in front.
On the top of the snow peak, Long Ao looked at this scene from a distance, his eyes far away.
After a while, when the shadows could no longer be seen, Long Ao slowly turned his head.
There was a layer of accumulated white snow on his shoulders, which showed that he Standing there for a long time.
The black and lonely figure walked farther and farther, and the footprints on the road became longer and longer.
The snow fell heavier and heavier, gradually covering up the footprints on the snow, making everything look like it had not been stepped on before.
The snow in the wilderness has never been too light, and the creatures living in such a place are destined to fight for survival.
"Xiaomo, are you still thinking about him?"
Han Xin asked a little annoyed, and his hand around Yan Xiaomo's waist tightened a little.
Yan Xiaomo felt the warm breath beside her ears and tilted her head unnaturally, otherwise she would feel uncomfortable.
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"Why, are you jealous?"
Yan Xiaomo said jokingly.
Han Xin was silent for a while, then lowered his head and gently bit Yan Xiaomo's plump earlobe, "Yes, I'm jealous."
"" Yan Xiaomo was caught off guard and had her ear bitten, and her sensitive ears turned red instantly.
"Xiao Mo, when I become king, it would be nice for you to be my queen."
Yan Xiaomo was stunned by Han Xin's words.
It would be great for you to be my queen oshow7: