Chapter 397 The lover who was thinking day and night actually wanted him to die

Author: Yirenweihua

Chapter 397 The lover who was thinking day and night actually wanted him to die

"My mother! These beasts! Tycoons!"

Sitting on the lower left hand, Wu Zhaoyong, who was unshaven, couldn't help but curse when he heard the detective's words.

The right general Xiang Jinfei, who is gentle in the capital and now has a bit of a rough temper, frowning, and can't help but guess: "Is Lingbang Kingdom going to fight to the death?"

In the third year of Zhen'an Pass, the more than a thousand white-clad soldiers brought by Ji Yinan all changed drastically.

The living environment in Zhen'anguan is harsh, their skin has become rough, and their image cannot be said to be sloppy, but there are no traces of exquisiteness in the capital.

"Ahem..." A slight low cough sounded in the tent.

Wu Zhaoyong, Xiang Jinfei and other generals looked at the young man sitting in the main seat with worry.

Ji Yinan's ivory white bedclothes were stained with a large piece of blood on his chest, and everyone was shocked to see this.

Wu Zhaoyong strode forward and checked his injuries regardless of his superiority.

Seeing that the gauze bandaged in the bedding was more bloody, he said in a deep voice: "Master, the wound is bleeding. Do you want to call the military doctor to come and bandage you again?"

Ji Yinan's hand that fell on the seat clenched into a fist, gritted his teeth and said, "No obstacle."

His lips turned blue and his face was pale, and he was obviously insufficient qi and blood due to injury.

Ji Yinan lowered his eyes and stared at the probe: "Continue to explore! Find out the time and specific location of their ceremony!"

"yes!"

The soldiers kneeling in the big tent stood up and left quickly.

As soon as the invader left, Ji Yinan stood up.

Before he could speak, a black blood mist spewed out from his light-colored lips.

"master!"

"General!"

The generals below panicked and rushed forward together.

Wu Zhaoyong hugged Ji Yinan's strong body tightly, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ji Yinan, who was holding Wu Zhaoyong's arm, had a storm brewing in his eyes, and his weak body filled with murderous intent with a bloody smell.

In the past three years, Ji Yinan's aura that has fought wildly on the battlefield is both domineering and intimidating.

Because he killed thousands of souls of the spiritual country with both hands, he was given the title of the God of Killing.

Lingbangguo was very afraid of this young general who came from the royal family.

Half a month ago, Ji Yinan killed the king of Lingbang Kingdom who appeared to boost morale when the two armies were fighting.

The name of the God of Killing is even more prosperous.

However, when Ji Yinan killed the king of Lingbang, he was also injured by the enemy's evil cultivator's secret arrow, and his heart was hit by an arrow.

There is no poison on the arrow, but there is evil spirit, and the military doctor is helpless.

The folk Xuanmen recruited by Longyuan Kingdom was even more troublesome.

It is not easy to pull out the evil energy from the arrow into the body, and it is even a worry of life.

It is precisely because of knowing Ji Yinan's current situation that Lingbang Kingdom dared to fight to the death at this time.

In the past three years, Lingbangguo has suffered a lot in Longyuan's hands.

Now that their kings are dead, they can't help it and send thousands of evil cultivators out in full swing.

Ji Yinan felt that this battle was crucial and the outcome was about to be announced.

Ji Yinan pushed away Wu Zhaoyong who was supporting him, and his ink-colored cold eyes swept towards more than 20 generals in the room.

His thin lips twitched, and his voice was low: "Tell me the order and call the cavalry team to be on standby at any time. If the Lingbang Kingdom dares to harm the people of Longyuan Kingdom, then use the blood of their royal nobles to sacrifice!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhaoyong immediately knelt down and asked: "General, my subordinates are willing to lead troops to kill the new king of Lingbang!"

Ji Yinan: "I will lead the troops there in person!"

In the past three years, he has grown taller.

The thin bedcloth was pressed against his strong and slender body, and the rebelliousness of his youth faded away, and the restrained temperament on his body made him more majestic and domineering.

Upon hearing this, the generals knelt down one after another: "General must not!"

Ji Yinan lowered his eyes, picked up the red jade on the table, and held it tightly in his palm.

This piece of jade was given to him by Master Luo Ji in a birthday gift from the pavilion ten miles outside the capital three years ago.

Hongyu is indeed as the other party said, and has the ability to repair injuries.

In the past three years, Ji Yinan has survived several times with this red jade.

This time is no exception.

He will definitely kill the royal nobles of the Lingbang Kingdom to sacrifice hundreds of civilians who died in the dragon.

At this moment, a notice from the soldiers came from outside the door.

"General, news is coming to the capital!"

Ji Yinan's black eyes flashed slightly, and she frowned and said, "Come in!"

A man in black brocade clothes walked in and knelt on his knees: "I have seen the prince!"

Seeing that it was his own dead soldier who came here in person, Ji Yinan's already pale face became even more ugly.

If it weren't for a major incident in the capital, the dead would never take action without permission.

Ji Yinan took a deep breath, which affected the injury in his chest, making him frown slightly.

He waved to the more than twenty generals in the house: "You go down first."

These people were very convinced by Ji Yinan, turned around and walked away quickly.

Ji Yinan was the only one left in the main tent, and the dead soldier kneeling on the ground, who then slowly spoke.

The other party informed the conversation between the National Master Luo Ji and the Emperor half a month ago without saying a word.

Ji Yinan's face turned pale, and his eyes were full of anger, and some embarrassing injuries and violence flashed through his embarrassing eyes.

He held Hongyu's hand and pierced the flesh and blood because he tried too hard.

Bright red blood fell on the ground drop by drop.

Ji Yinan seemed not to feel the pain, gritted his teeth and said, "What a Loji! What a national teacher!"

The woman he thought about day and night actually wanted him to die.

The throbbing that I fell in love at first sight three years ago turned into deep hatred at this moment.

The stunning face of Master Luo Ji that bewitched all living beings caught in his eyes and reached his heart.

As the years of longing accumulate, the taste changes without feeling satisfied.

The National Master Luo Ji in Ji Yinan's dream was full of energy and charm, which always touched his heart, making him bow his head and kneel down.

One day, he had a flooded and bold dream.

In his dream, he and Master Luo Ji became the closest person in the world. The other party's flushed and moist tears at the corners of his eyes were eaten and eaten by him.

The cold voice became soft and soft, making people feel soft and soft.

In order to avoid embarrassment, Ji Yinan blocked the red veil and always hid behind the red veil, seducing his Adam's apple to roll, like the arrogant and charming red lips of the red plum in the snow.

Unattainable, like a national teacher Luo Ji, who is alienated from his temperament, is like a different person, with eyes red in his arms.

The other party was as obedient as an arrogant cat. He was low in his arms for a while, expressing his dissatisfaction, and rubbing back and forth, very impatient.

Later, he was angry because he couldn't get food and left countless claw marks on him.

Ji Yinan was so pitiful that he wanted to give her life, just to please her and to show her a more beautiful and charming side.

Then, Ji Yinan woke up.

That day, the boy transformed into a real man.

Ji Yinan's turbulent thoughts about Master Luo Ji have never been able to see for three years.

Only during the truce did he dare to indulge in missing his sweetheart in the capital.

He hid this youthful throbbing when he was young, and even fantasized about the beautiful scenes in the future.

Now, God has slapped him hard.

He was stabbed hard by his so-called sweetheart.

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