"Your Majesty, General Wang is right, isn't it absurd that our Majesty looks down on it now?"
"That is, since I came here, I have been sitting in the room with that Su Luo girl all day long, and I don't know what to do!"
"He was the one who said he wanted to kill Su Luo, and now he is the one who protected her in turn. He was the one who investigated us because of Su Luo's pillow! Isn't our majesty not confused?!"
"You guys!" Pu Dashuai seemed to be half-dead with anger, but he was not angry in his heart. Instead, he felt very happy, because this group of people actually said the most real thoughts in his heart.
His opinion on this majesty is still very big.
But in the end, Pu Dashuai waved his hand impatiently: "No matter what you have in mind, give it to Lao Tzu!"
"But… "
"roll!"
A group of generals left in despair...
Outside.
"General Luo, please stay."
"General Li took a step to speak."
"General Wang, let's talk?"
These generals are not marionettes. On the contrary, they all have their own opinions, so after they left from the central tent of Commander Pu, the nine generals gathered together unknowingly.
Usually these nine people are not harmonious with each other, and there are many conflicts, but now they have a common object of resistance, that is, the Devil Emperor.
At this moment, in the central tent.
"Commander, after the nine generals left, they all gathered in General Wang's tent, and they discussed leaving only when the lights were on."
Pu Dashuai touched his chin, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc... These nine people are interesting, and they are so courageous! He doesn't usually see it!
However, when he thinks of the ongoing military inventory, Pu Dashuai only feels extremely depressed!
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why do you force us like this? How does this benefit you? In addition, there is no expert protection by your side now, and your body is broken to a certain extent, do you really want to die like this
Tonight, doomed to sleepless.
At this moment, the main room of the Grand Marshal's Mansion.
Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo's room.
Su Luo shouted that she was injured and asked Nangong Liuyun to wash her hair.
Only Su Luo dared to mention this matter. Who would dare to let the noble and graceful Nangong Er Shao help wash his hair? Are you tired of living
But unfortunately, Nangong Liuyun complied.
He let Su Luo lie flat on the soft couch, he sat behind Su Luo, lifted up his wide sleeves, and washed his head full of blue silk inch by inch.
Su Luo's hair is really good, black and shiny, soft and smooth.
After washing his hair, Nangong Liuyun leaned against the head of the bed, Su Luo lay on his side, with his head resting on Nangong Liuyun's legs.
Nangong Liuyun's sword-wielding hands were now holding a piece of fine cotton cloth, stroking Su Luo's black hair finely.
His movements were gentle, gentle, and careful, as if he was holding fragile china.
It was obvious that they could use internal force to force the moisture out of their hair, but it only took a few seconds, but the two of them dawdled for an hour without drying them.
From a distance, the room is extremely warm, with an intoxicating tenderness.
The two chatted casually.
Su Luo was lying on Nangong Liuyun's lap, her small face raised, those smart and beautiful eyes fluttering: "What are we going to do next? Do you have any plans?"
"What do you think?" Nangong Liuyun forced the white muslin cloth wet by his hair to dry, and continued to suck the moisture from his black hair inch by inch.
"You must have plans, but I don't know what plans you have."