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Seeing Feng Aoran's slightly surprised look, Mo Yu smiled faintly. The dim sunset illuminated his side face, and his already gentle face shone with a warm light like jade. With such a smile, he felt like the world was eclipsed.

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"You have a pretty good memory. How could a crybaby come to the battlefield? It can't be fun."

Feng Aoran was stunned for a moment, and quickly recovered, almost being confused, "Huh, did you think I was you? Did you bring fifty thousand remaining soldiers and those expired grains to die? If you hadn't encountered our army, you would have encountered it directly.

The Moleh army is not dead-set."

"Well, I did come here to die." Mo Yu's eyes became full of murderous intent. Although it was only for a moment, Feng Aoran felt it. She was stunned for a moment and understood the reason.

Seizing the crown prince is a never-ending drama among the royal family.

Feng Aoran didn't know what to say, and walked quietly with Mo Yu for a while. The shadows of the two people were intertwined, and there was a strange feeling floating in the air. There was a vague feeling that the years were good, and they were with you.

The feeling of being the same old person.

Thinking of this, Feng Aoran suddenly woke up. No matter what she thought about, she would no longer be a little lolita, but she still had no resistance to handsome boys.

Just when Feng Aoran secretly scolded himself for being a nymphomaniac, a rapid horn sounded, which was the horn of an enemy attack. Feng Aoran frowned, glanced at Mo Yu beside him, hesitated and said: "

You should hide first. I will at least guarantee that you won't die. It's quite pitiful for you to be thrown here, so just treat it as a good thing for me." As he said this, Feng Aoran took out a scroll and handed it to Mo Yu.

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"This is a defensive scroll. If you carry it with you, even if the Wuji master wants to kill you, it will waste some time. I'll leave first." Feng Aoran thrust the scroll into Mo Yu's hand and didn't care about him.

After reacting, he directly unfolded his thunder and thunder wings and flew towards the battlefield.

Mo Yu glanced at the scroll in his hand and then at Feng Aoran's retreating back. The smile on the corner of his mouth was a little weird, and he also had a strange feeling in his heart. He had been dispensable since he was a child, and his father liked him.

Brother, his mother was just a humble palace maid. No one cared about him since he was a child. The woman who was a stranger in front of him actually gave him such a life-saving scroll, and he almost killed her once.

An inexplicable feeling rose from the bottom of his heart again. He thought he had already become stone-hearted, but why did his heart seem to beat again.

Holding the scroll in his hand tightly, Mo Yu also rushed towards the battlefield.

On the city wall of Bess City, Xinghun and Feng Ye were already standing there. Under the city wall, Moller's army waved their weapons and shouted as they rushed towards the city gate. There were also many magical beasts among them. Ordinary soldiers were just

His life was taken away within a short moment of meeting each other. It was basically a battle with huge disparity in power.

Feng Aoran waved her wings and stood on the city wall. Many people were surprised by her gorgeous thunder and lightning wings, but Feng Aoran's brows were wrinkled like a hill. She had seen this month's battle report, Moller Kingdom

The soldiers have always been just ordinary soldiers, but there are actually monsters appearing.

"The archers are ready to attack with fire, and the other soldiers use boulders." Feng Aoran's voice mixed with spiritual power quickly spread throughout the city wall. The soldiers were stunned and didn't know who this woman who seemed to have descended from the gods was, but they were unified.

chose to obey orders.

The crackle of burning flames, the sound of bows and arrows piercing the sky, the roars and roars of monsters, and the rain of arrows one after another. Feng Aoran directly carried a few barrels of kerosene to high altitude and poured it down. In an instant, Moller's army

Wrapped in flames, the aroma of meat wafted out in waves, but the soldiers in Xinliang on the city wall were all dumbfounded. They forgot to set up the bows and arrows in their hands. Looking at the fire under the city, their hearts rose.

A trace of fear, there are 50,000 troops under the thousands, 50,000 beast-taming troops, the total number of humans and monsters is 100,000. I thought it would be a tough battle, but in just a few breaths, the battle situation has changed.

It was over, and it seemed like a complete victory. Looking at Feng Aoran, who was still dousing kerosene while suspended in mid-air, he suddenly felt like Shura had come to this world.

In the corner, Mo Yu was no less shocked than the soldiers. He never thought that Feng Aoran would choose such a bloody combat method, and his decisive killing was a bit more ruthless than others.

Looking at the scroll in his hand again, Mo Yu glanced at Feng Aoran, turned around and left.

The only person present who was not surprised was probably Margaret. She became very small and stood on Feng Ye's shoulder. Her dark eyes were filled with surprise. The leaves on her back stretched out and turned into wings towards Feng Ye.

Fly away proudly.

In my memory, she was the aloof God of Killing, in charge of the laws of killing in the divine world, with unrestrained love and hate, and aloof. Later, the God of Killing fell, and there was no longer such a god in the God Realm who could make the earth tremble. Margaret followed

I came to this life just to see her aloof and aloof again.

"Master, I have waited for so long and finally see hope. I believe that soon you will stand at that height again and return to the cold world of gods to make them all regret it." Margaret thought in her heart,

The image of divine fire burning the God of Slaughter in her mind stung her heart again and again, but there will be a day of revenge, there will be a day.

Suddenly she threw herself into Feng Aoran's arms. Margaret's body trembled a little. Feng Aoran reached out and hugged her, and asked with some confusion: "What's wrong with you? Is it because you're scared when you're shaking so hard?"

"You are the one who is afraid. I am happy. I like to see you killing people."

Feng Aoran couldn't help but roll his eyes at Margaret, what kind of pig is this? He is simply a bloodthirsty wolf.

Back at the military tent, a group of people were already waiting for Feng Aoran. They all knew that the victory in this battle was due to Feng Aoran, although they did not know who she was.

Entering the tent, Feng Aoran was not surprised when he saw the people waiting there. He walked straight to the general's seat and sat down. Young Master Ping, dressed as Xinghun, just stood aside.

Feng Aoran glanced at the people present, and then said: "You must be curious about who I am, then I will tell you." After saying this, Feng Aoran threw a token on the ground, which was before she came.

She specially made the jade plaque of Daliang. Since she not only wanted to drive Mo Le out but also take Xinliang back into her hands, she naturally wanted to make a name for herself.

A general reached out and picked up the token. After just one glance, he immediately fell to his knees tremblingly. They were all old ministers of Daliang. It had only been four or five years since Daliang was destroyed, but they were still loyal to Daliang in their hearts.

"This, this is you..." Looking at the token in his hand, the general didn't know what to say. He looked at Feng Aoran and was extremely excited.
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