Chapter 62： The protagonist must die

Shi Chen's eyes twitched slightly, his breath was burning, and he held the person firmly in his arms.

"With you, I have a soul." Nie Jiashi loved him so much that he couldn't help showing his feelings to him. When he held his fingers, he rubbed the cocoon of the knife at his joints, and a soft voice rang in his ears, sultry.

Shi Chen backhand wrapped his hands in his palms, kissed his lips against his ears, and kissed the hot breath. "I never thought I could get you before."

In the past eighteen years, he grew up with the little monarch day by day, not because he didn't dare to hope, but he never had any thoughts about it. At this time, the endless love sentiment began when he looked back at the Xuanwu Terrace when he returned to Zhuolu City two months ago. This feeling came quickly and fiercely, without warning, and almost made him caught off guard. Fortunately, his king seemed to be like him.

He really has the soul.

Nie Jiawo spent time with his ears in Shi Chenhuai's ears, telling each other affection, like two wild beasts.

"What's this?" The two chatted, and Shi Chen's attention was pulled back by the cold steel wrist brace that had already been warmed by his body temperature.

He raised his wrist and Nie Jia was startled: "Be careful!"

Ji Kuo was triggered by Shi Chen's internal energy, a steel needle blasted out instantly, Shi Chen reacted quickly and swayed his head to escape, only heard the sound of the sound, and the bronze mandarin flower smoker on the Bogu shelf was shot. wore. It is conceivable that if this person is standing there, he will die unknowingly and die instantly.

Nie Jia was so scared that her face was white, and Chen's hand was shaking when she pressed it.

"I'm fine." Shi Chen hurriedly calmed down behind him, and then carefully examined the delicate but unremarkable little thing.

"This is for your self-defense, and the hidden weapons can be added repeatedly." Nie Jia explained to him: "Si Konghan was born again. I hate you so much. Now that he knows the existence of Xuanjia, he will try to deal with you. And this. "He said that he jumped off the ground, took a very simple and light crossbow from the bookcase on the side and held it in front of Shichen, spread the crossbow, and put a dark arrow on the front. The smoker pulled the trigger.

The arrow fired, the small smoker was passed by the arrow, but there was only one hole left on the shelf. I can imagine how powerful this small crossbow burst out, even if it is sixteen strengths. I am afraid that the double bow is not comparable!

Shi Chen was shocked for a moment, and looked at Xiao Guojun's bright eyes, leaving only gentle emotions in his heart, his king was trying his best to protect him.

"No need to worry about Si Konghan, even without him, I will protect myself for you." Shi Chen looked at him affectionately and solemnly with his hand.

Si Konghan naturally didn't pay attention to it, but this did not affect the deep feelings and worries between him and Nie Jia.

"Really good." Nie Jia smiled with her lips pursed and jumped up to reward him with a kiss.

Shi Chen touched his head and smiled: "This thing is very lethal. It can be handed over to the military aircraft department to build an armed army in batches. Then it will easily break the Daqi front."

Nie Jia shook his head and said: "Yanguo iron ore resources are limited, and it has been very difficult to replenish the swords, arrows and arrows consumed by the front line every year. Moreover, how many troops are ordered by me now? Armed Xuanjia and your iron ride are enough."

Shi Chengou sneered with his lips clenching his teeth, like a bloodthirsty beast: "I don't have anything from Yan Guo, I will grab it for you, whoever grabs it."

Not only the country of Yan, but the whole world is barren and desolate. Why are the wars of various countries continually fighting and chasing? It is not to fight for various limited resources. To dominate the world, you can only fight or consume by fighting. Whoever wins is the hegemon.

In such a situation, it is no longer the case that Sikong Han is no longer the case.

Soon the New Year is coming, the ice and snow are melting, although the palace is still depressed, the Chiyun Palace is full of red silk paper-cuts, the palace people are busy, and the festival is very lively, and I do n’t know that the king is married.

The atmosphere of the Chiyun Palace is very strong, but the whole Zhuolu City is still a bird of panic. The people are so anxious that they do n’t dare to do it on a grand holiday such as the New Year.

In early spring, when the weather was getting warmer, Nie Jia took off a thick robe, and when the wind was still cold, he ran around in a single coat every day, not to mention cold, because he had been following him for months. The reason for practicing martial arts is that during the day, the forehead is often wet with sweat, so hot that I do n’t even want to wear a single coat.

He has grown a lot, but a season of kung fu passed, and he didn't need to jump up when standing together, he could kiss his lips on tiptoe. His posture is like a pine bamboo, long and elegant, and if he stands in the sun with a sword, that proud look can be convincing at a glance. Who would have thought that before March he was still sick and weak and would be short at any time appearance.

The Xuanjias are gratified. If they do not crawl the dragon bed to bully the king, they will not be afraid, they will be more gratified!

In the middle of spring, he was worried that Nie Jia would be upset when he stayed in the palace, so he took him out to hunt and play. Xuanjia accompanied him.

Nie Jia was having a great time. He shot a white tiger with one arrow. He pulled the tiger's teeth off, and went back to jingle again at night. When he woke up the next morning, he noticed a string of extra things on his neck, and took it for a look. It was a very precious red bead on a crown, surrounded by flanks and pulled out by the little monarch during the day.

Shi Chen froze for a while, touching the red beads, it seemed to feel the residual temperature when a little monarch carefully carved last night. There was a tenderness in his heart, and Nie Jia's forehead could not help but lightly kissed his eyebrow. Nie Jia opened his eyes and looked at him tentatively, then he slid into his arms and continued to sleep.

When other Xuanjia saw this scene, they were really sore to death. One was more indignant than the other. Why do they command beads? Why do they have tiger teeth? If they could not beat the leader, they dragged the people out and beat them up. Fortunately, the Military Aircraft Department built the bracers and crossbows into the palace, and Nie Jia called Xuanjia to get the collar, and felt that the Xuanjia who finally received the gift from the king had calmed down the anger.

Nie Jia spent almost all of his time around Shi Chen throughout the spring. He practiced knives and shots and talked about love. When he was idle, he went to study in the study room for some gadgets. Pushed to Shi Chen.

He didn't care about politics, and Yan Guo's movement toward Chaotang was nothing to pay attention to. A small country that had been fighting for a long time, and what was going on in Chaotang, was nothing but a trivial matter.

Spring passed like this. At the end of the spring, General Yun Yu led the Northwest Army back to the city. Hearing that His Highness Jing Jing was back, the people of Zhuolu City cheered and rushed to the city gate to welcome them.

For half a year, the name of Jing Wangjun Changyue was already a god-like presence in the heart of the Northwest Army. There were no eyes and swords on the battlefield. There were dead and wounded, and there was a haze everywhere. Everyone in the army withdrew their heads through each day, maybe blinking It fell, and his life was gone. It was His Highness Jing Jing who gave them hope of life. No matter how serious the injury was, as long as it was not killed on the spot and promptly sent to the front of the Jing Wang Palace, 80% of them hoped to survive.

The medical staff of His Royal Highness King Jing, who rescued countless people, has been completely regarded as the patron saint by the Northwest Army.

Second only to King Jing Jing is the recent left-wing pioneer Du Yuxian, who is brave and uncommon, and Yun Yun is willing to worship the wind. According to this momentum, it is only a matter of time for the Northwest Army to support King Jing or Du Yuxian as king. Especially when entering the city, the Northwest Army watched the **** of war in their hearts was hung on the wall of the decayed body, the hatred of the tyrant intensified.

At this time, Si Yuhan named Du Yuxian was riding on the horse, looking at the corpse on the city gate crimsonly, and the five fingers holding the reins were almost choking off!

"Qi Feng ..." Si Konghan looked at the skeleton beside his corpse that had been pecked by eagles, and a thin layer of tears came out of his eyes.

He had known for a long time that the tyrant had killed his old friend. At this time, he could see it with his own eyes. What did Qi Feng do wrong? It was just to help him to intercede and bury, so he brought the disaster of extermination, and even died after death, he had to hang the city wall like himself! He didn't even think about the Khan Ma's contribution to Yan Guo, such a tyrant, Yan Guo died!

Jun Changyue seemed to be aware of the strong hatred in his heart, could not help holding his hand, and looked at him firmly: "This time when you return to the city, you must not be impulsive to startle and startle. The secret guards around him, you I am not an opponent, we have already suffered a loss, we must be cautious. "

"I understand." Si Konghan cast a gentle look at him.

"I will help you, even if it is not for you, just for the survival of the people and the country of Yan, I will not leave a trace of kindness to him." Jun Changyue whispered, holding Sikonghan's hand hard, feeling him The body temperature and vitality will not be disturbed by the dead body on the city wall.

He is not dead, he is still there. The ruler Yue moved, especially when looking at the lovers around him under the dry bones of the city wall. The excitement was more calm for a long time.

In the victory of the Northwest Army, the people still greeted them like they did last time, but they were not as silent as they were last time, but they kept cheering. There was even a girl upstairs who boldly threw the sachet to the army and hit the soldier ’s armor in exchange for a simple and shy smile. It's like the iron ride back from Nanyi, one by one, numb and cold-blooded, scared to watch.

Nie Jia knew that Si Konghan had returned, and ignored it, waiting for General Yun Yu and Jun Changyue to lead people into the palace to invite merit.