To the east, a team with black robes on their shoulders took advantage of the chaos of the coalition forces to approach the Holy City quietly. The hooves of their horses were tied with cloth strips, and the sound of the hoofs was drowned in the strange explosions.
Silver light flashed in the air, thunder continued to explode, and the fire in the coalition camp was getting bigger and bigger, and the flames reflected their vague outlines.
The soldiers on the top of the city were so nervous that the soles of their feet were softened, and they dared not cry out: this team has only a few hundred people.
At this moment, a rumbling sound of war drums came from the coalition camp, and a Northern Rong iron cavalry rushed out of the camp, chased it out, and rushed towards the reinforcements.
Everyone stood up one after another, their throats almost jumping out of their throats, and they shouted at the team under the city wall without caring about anything else.
"Be careful!"
"Quick!"
The team found that there were chasing soldiers behind them, and they speeded up, the fire was blazing, and their faces became clearer and clearer.
Soon, everyone recognized the high-flying flag in the team, couldn't believe it, and stayed for a while.
Bi Suo and Yuanjue were shaking all over.
The team deftly avoided Jumadui, and had already galloped under the city wall. The leader pulled the reins, stopped the horse, looked at the city head, and lifted the mask on his face.
It just so happened that a silver light ripped through the dark night sky, and the light beam poured down and caught her. She was bathed in a dazzling light beam, and her beautiful appearance was bright and moving, as if she was a goddess who fell from the clouds together with the silver light.
The royal court soldiers looked at her blankly.
She raised her head and looked at Tamara Ka, who was wearing a monk's robe at the head of the city, and looked at him from a distance.
"Roja!"
She laughed and shouted, her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.
Behind her, sparks burst from the coalition camp, and a team of iron cavalry chased after her.
She smiled slightly, and the entire night sky suddenly lit up a bit.
Tamara looked down at her, motionless, her cassock fluttering lightly.
The next moment, he grabbed his saber suddenly, his figure was like electricity, and he rushed down the city head.
Bi Suo came back to her senses, her lips trembled a few times, and she urged the soldiers to open the city gate.
Tamara, who came back from Sand City, made everyone close to him feel strange and terrifying.
He led the soldiers to defend the city, appease the people, punish the family, and free the slaves. He seems to be the same as before, but everyone knows that it is different. He is like a high god, compassionate, but without a trace of emotion.
Even when the Northern Rong Allied Forces almost broke through the city gate, he only frowned slightly.
Only at this moment, until Princess Wenzhao gently called him Luo Jia, did he really come to life.
The city gate opened wide, and Tan Moraga rushed out of the door and galloped towards Yaoying.
The coalition camp was in flames, half of the sky was burnt red, corpses were piled all over the ground, iron cavalry chased from different directions, and the chaotic soldiers all over the mountains were screaming and running around, horses neighing, screaming, and the sound of burning fire, The roar... just like the Asura ghost in his dream.
He will sink into hell forever.
The wind and blood rained, black smoke filled the air, and the silhouette of the graceful woman suddenly descended from the sky, with a cool silver light on her shoulders, running towards him, her hood was blown off by the wind, and her blue silk was like a waterfall.
Between heaven and earth, only the figure remains.
He thought he would never see her again.
Tamara looked at her without blinking, for fear that in the blink of an eye, everything in front of her would disappear.
The sound of hoofs was getting closer and closer, as if stepping over his heart.
She suddenly tightened the reins, stopped a few feet away from him, narrowed her eyes, and snorted softly.
The two faced each other silently.
The surroundings were suddenly as cold and silent as sinking water, all the noisy voices faded away, and Tamara heard the sound of his own heartbeat, slowly and calmly.
"What is Princess Wenzhao doing here?"
His voice was cold and calm.
Yaoying smiled and said, "This princess has been thinking about you day and night, and came to see you."
The royal court soldiers who rushed over to meet them opened their mouths and looked at each other in dismay.
Tan Moraga's face was expressionless, and his blue eyes were dark.
"Princess, I am a monk."
Yaoying spread her hands: "This princess doesn't dislike that you are a monk."
Tamara closed his eyes for a moment, and when he looked up again, his eyes were sharp and deep: "I was attacked by the practice, and there is not much time left."
Yaoying looked at him, and her expression slowly softened: "Then let's cherish the rest of our days, okay?"
Tamara was speechless for a while, his eyes surging.
Long wind hunting.
Yaoying smiled: "Why, the Master forgot what happened that night? Forgot how to hold me and promised me that he would never lie to me again? Forgot..."
Her eyes darkened and her voice stopped abruptly.
The horse's hoofs smashed the snow, and he suddenly drove the horse forward, pulled her hand that was holding the reins tightly, stretched out his arms, and took her on the horse's back directly into his arms. The blood mixed with his body was overwhelming. Cold fingers inserted into her long hair, and her blue eyes stared at her.
She gasped slightly, raised her hand to hold his face, which had lost a lot of weight, and the circles of her eyes gradually turned red.
"Luo Jia, you lied to me again."
Tamaroka hugged her, trembling all over, bowed her head, tightened her arms, and kissed her lips.
This kiss was eager, domineering, and fiercely pried open her moist lips. It was completely different from the kisses he had landed on the top of her hair before. The arms around her were tightened, and the taut muscles trembled slightly across the cassock.
A burst of electricity surged through her body, Yaoying shivered all over, and raised her arms to wrap her arms around his waist.
There was a crackling sound of weapons landing, and the soldiers of the royal court on the city wall and under the city wall were dumbfounded.
Before the thousands of troops, their son of Buddha, dressed in a cassock, kissed Princess Wenzhao.
The author has something to say: The previous chapter is pending high-level review and cannot be revised, so it can only be published in a new chapter