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Enough arrogance!

Sure enough, in addition to being a little bit in front of her, the man still treats the foreign things in his bones as the man who never lives and does not care about the outside world.

Meng Zhian didn't want to take care of the old and decayed jumping up and down, dragging Su Kui, and went to Changhuanyuan.

He was really fed up with this bright red color. It is undeniable that the woman in front of him was wearing this dress, and the facial features were more and more beautiful, and a pair of watery eyes, as if he could hook the soul.

But as soon as I think about it, this dress is not worn for him, and I feel that it is not pleasing to the eye.

Su Kui led her away.

The entire army is in the hands of Meng Zhian. He wants to leave, even if the group of officials jumps up and down. Who dares to stop him?

Watching him walk into the harem with grandeur, about sixty-year-old officials shook their heads and sighed with sorrow, "Bulling the king, bullying the king! The emperor's accident has not yet been returned, and General Meng openly colluded with foreign enemies to rebel! God? "

"Well, you old man, don't shame your face!"

"That Tuobaxuan sent someone to take advantage of the general's inability to assassinate the general, causing the general to be seriously injured, and almost lost his life! If the general does not take the opportunity to pretend to escape, can Tuobaxuan stop?"

"Bah! You gangster, Hugh wants to talk to you! I will die when I wait, and I won't give in to you!"

The general shook his head and disdain, "Who is rare in your surrender, Mo said that the general does not have the heart to stand alone as a king, but there is, with your strength, what can you do? If you want to go to Tuobaxuan to be buried, just go, we Brothers, no one is stopping you! "

Speaking of which, literati, where can you talk about the old oil seed in the military barracks who has no skin or face?

They don't believe it. This group of people is afraid of dying. Where do they dare to be buried?

All that should be said, believe it or not, has little to do with them.

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Chang Huan Yuan.

As soon as the door opened, Liuying hurried up.

"Master, you--"

As soon as he looked up, he was stunned for a while, and he couldn't close his mouth in surprise. "General Meng, you, you are not dead ..." Before I finished, I found the word too unlucky.

She looked down at Meng Zhian's shadow suspiciously, and she was relieved when she saw the black paint on the ground. It seemed that she was a living person.

Liuying feels that her small capacity is almost turning around, but what is going on? The person who had lost his life appeared to her alive.

Is she hallucinating?

Liuying rubbed her eyes vigorously, and seventeen of them ran out of the room, standing at the door and saw good end standing there, a tall, tall man in armor. Not Meng Zhian, who else can there be?

"thump--"

Seventeen knelt down on the ground and wept with joy, "General, Seventeen knew that you will never die so easily! You can come back alive, great!"

Sixteen followed seventeen and saw two people at the door. His face looked inexplicable, but his eyes were red.

Meng Zhian's image in their hearts, both master and father, he pulled the two siblings from the slave camp, taught them kung fu, read and write. His death, regardless of any of them, is unacceptable.

Now that he appeared in front of the two in good order, how could he be so happy to cry?

Meng Zhian also smiled, and his dark eyes were lightly smiled, "Okay, good day, don't cry anymore." Then he turned and asked Liuying, "Liuying, I'm hungry, do you have anything to eat? ? "