The heartbeat under the jade pendant suddenly accelerated.
How important this little deer is to Lin Xin, no one knows better than Shen Lou. Can't help but kiss Lin Xin's hair, whispered: "I will treat it well."
Lin Xin propped himself up and poked Shen Lou's chest with one finger: "It's not treating it well, it's treating me well."
"Didn't I treat you well?" Shen Lou held Lin Xin's waist and smiled slightly.
"No," Lin Xin said categorically, leaning into Shen Lou's ear and said pitifully, "You even refuse to feed me."
"Hmm..." Shen Lou snorted. He had endured so much, but he couldn't bear it when he heard these words. He hugged Lin Xin through gritted teeth, and quickly turned over.
"Tsk, looking for fun on the battlefield, isn't the marshal afraid of being criticized?" Putting his legs around Shen Lou's waist, he pressed hard on his body, Lin Xin smiled like a cat stealing fish.
Shen Lou chased after him, and blocked the mouth that kept teasing him, "Fame and prestige are nothing, if you have you, you don't need it."
These words were obviously aimed at Lin Xin's words, and the situation was unexpectedly moving. Lin Xin licked his lips and took the initiative to greet him.
Having said that, Lin Xin still took Shen Lou's reputation into consideration, bit his forearm, and tried his best not to make a sound. Sweat dripped down his fingertips, and tears welled up from the corners of his eyes. When he couldn't bear it, he let out a few whimpers, and soon he swallowed it hard.
The more forbearing he is, the more seductive he is. Shen Lou couldn't control his strength several times, and it wasn't until Lin Xin begged for mercy in a low voice that he came back to his senses and slowed down a little.
The little guard on the front door outside the tent, blushing, listened to the "squeak" of the bed board, and heard it until the fifth watch.
The result of being greedy for a while was that Lin Xin couldn't get up the next day.
Shen Lou kissed the corners of his red-stained eyes, covered him with a quilt, and went out refreshed.
Lin Xin poked his head out from under the quilt, yawned, and stared at Shen Lou's steady back. Can't help but sigh with emotion, this Shen Qingque really deserves to be the number one person in Dayong, he is refreshed after only sleeping for an hour.
Huang Ge returned from dispatching food from Huanxinghai, and analyzed the situation blindly with Mr. Dong on the map. Now there is enough food and grass, but there is a shortage of deer glass. Eiyang Ridge is easy to defend but difficult to attack, and Wen Shilan is also there.
"Why did the Duke of the country want to fight to the north of Yinshan Mountain, and just stay here, waiting for the barbarians to come to peace talks." Dong Shechuan said with a sigh.
"Mister forgot, the barbarian has that ghost thing in his hand. The old Duke is still on the sickbed." Huang Ge immediately explained when he heard that Mr. Dong disapproved of Shen Lou's actions, "Our Duke has made every plan since he was a child. It’s definitely right to fight like this.”
The little guard came in with Ren San, who had bought roasted chicken for a day and a night, and reminded the two who spoke loudly, "Master Hou is still asleep."
"Ah? Master Hou!" Huang Ge was taken aback, and immediately covered his mouth.
Lin Xin came out wearing a coat, leaned on the marshal's seat and waved his hands lazily, "It's okay, you continue."
Basan put the roasted chicken that had been completely cooled on the brazier to heat it up, brought a jug of wine, and brought it to Lin Xin.
The battle was hard, and the few people in the tent hadn't tasted such delicious food for a long time, and their mouths were salivated by the burnt smell.
Lin Xin didn't have the habit of being sympathetic to his subordinates, so he ate roast chicken with warm wine in a leisurely manner.
"Hou Ye's complexion is not very good, he should eat something good." Dong Shichuan said solemnly.
Huang Ge saw the red marks on Lin Xin's neck at a glance, his face flushed red and he dared not speak.
The tent suddenly became quiet, only the sound of Lin Xin eating chicken and drinking was left. After a while, Lin Xin spoke again: "This battle must be fought, and it must be fought in Wu Luolan Horuo's king's tent. As for the reason, You have also seen, how long did it take my master to save Lao Guogong?"
"Acupointed for three days, and has been guarding..." Dong Shichuan came to his senses in the middle of speaking.
It is not easy to suppress the devouring spirit, once it erupts, Zhu Xingli cannot save it by himself. What Shen Lou said was just to stabilize the morale of the army. There is only one Zhu Xingli in the world, but the barbarians have countless spirit devourers. If the roots are not eradicated, Dayong will be destroyed sooner or later.
Lin Xin gathered his robes and took a sip of wine slowly. He was really tired and too lazy to talk. After eating a whole roast chicken, smacking his lips, he turned around and went to sleep behind the map.
"Report - there are many barbarians in ambush, the vanguard army is trapped, the marshal ordered the central army to go to support!"
"The last general takes orders!"
A nervous announcement sounded outside the tent, and the army was dispatched to rescue. Lin Xin lay on the pillow and took a deep breath.
Shen Lou was trapped in Eiyang Ridge, and giant trees and rolling stones kept falling from the mountain. Xiu soldiers walked on both sides, using spiritual power to split giant trees and blow up rolling stones, protecting the mortal soldiers in the middle.
The terrified mortal soldiers settled down, followed Shen Lou's order to change their formation, and marched staggered in a yoke formation to reduce casualties. When Shen Lou used soldiers, he never used ordinary people as firewood to fill the furnace. Xiu soldiers are easy to use, but the number is too small, and in the end it is up to mortal soldiers to decide the outcome.
The situation is not too bad, but the consumption of Luli has accelerated a bit.
The reinforcements of the Central Route Army arrived quickly, and they fought with the barbarians. Shen Lou rode his horse and stood on a high place, frowning as he looked at the swarming barbarians, but Wen Shilan was nowhere to be seen.
Outside the camp, the backside of the earth slope that no one can see. Lin Xin was wearing a royal blue wide-sleeved robe with a knife and a sword hanging from his waist. He looked at Wen Shilan who suddenly appeared with calm eyes.
"Khan ordered me to take you to see him." Wen Shilan's face was gloomy, and her blue eyes seemed to have been washed by muddy water, showing muddy and complex.
"Then I'll have to work." Lin Xin raised his hand as a gesture of invitation.
Wen Shilan threw him a strip of cloth, signaling him to cover his eyes. The location of Wang Zhang cannot be known by Dayong's people.
There is a saying in Beimo, "Wuloran's golden tent, the eyeball of the god", it is not easy to find. The last time Shen Lou went to the Northern Territory to meet Wu Luolan He Ruo, it was in the palace south of Yinshan Mountain, not the real king's tent.
Lin Xin obediently covered his eyes, and let Wen Shilan grab him, jump on the Wolf Slaying Saber and stand up straight from the ground. The wind whistled incessantly in his ears, Lin Xin lowered his eyes and looked at the ground through the gap between his nose bridge. Wen Shilan led him far away from the battlefield, headed east, and then turned north.
This technique of blindfolding was learned from my master when I was young. Every time it's Zhu Xingli's turn to blindfold, he can always catch the apprentice quickly, relying on this careless way of tying him up.
"Wen Shilan, last time you said you didn't want to see me, why?" Lin Xin was not at all nervous about stepping into the dragon's den, and chatted with Wen Shilan with great interest.
"You're looking for death." Wen Shilan's answer was wrong.
Lin Xin nodded seriously, as if he understood, and then asked, "Does Khan trust you more, or the great witch?"
The muscles all over Wen Shilan's body froze undetectably, and suddenly pinched Lin Xin's throat: "Little brat, don't make up your mind!"
Lin Xin shot like lightning, quickly flicked towards Wen Shilan's pulse wrist, struck it with spiritual power, and easily pushed Wen Shilan's hand away: "Touch me again, I'll chop off your claw!"
The two competed all the way, and finally reached the king's account after stumbling.
Lin Xin tore away the cloth strip in front of him, and his eyes were squinted by the sunlight. Beimo people are used to living in tents, which is convenient for herding horses and sheep and moving at any time. As the Khan of the desert, Wu Luolan Heruo doesn't need to live in a tent at all, but he still lives in a tent.
Tents woven with gold silk were set up on a round platform made of white marble, and the guards were heavily guarded. The guard stopped Lin Xin and asked him to take off all the deer glass on his body.
Wen Shilan pulled out the wolf-slaying knife and removed all seven deer glasses. The guards held them in both hands and bowed in salute.
Even Wen Shilan wanted to remove the deer glass? Lin Xin was puzzled. Wu Luolan He Ruo is a hero of a generation who unified all the tribes in Beimo by himself, so would he be careful enough to guard against his own general
Obediently unloading the deer glass on Yanggu, and also the brocade pouch with the deer glass on his waist, Lin Xin sneered: "I heard that Khan is invincible and his spiritual power is comparable to that of an ancient god. A young man with a crown."
When the barbarian guards heard the words, they drew out their knives in unison.
Lin Xin drew his sword out of its sheath, snatched a piece of deer glass and put it back on the hilt, and fended off the guard's hand asking him for the spirit sword: "This Marquis is here as a guest, not your prisoner, so don't push yourself!"
Holding the spirit sword in his hand, he could leave at any time, and the guards were a little at a loss.
A clear and powerful voice came from the tent: "Please come in, Lin Xin, don't be troublesome."
Lin Xin snorted, put his sword back into its sheath, and strutted into the king's tent. The sun was shining brightly outside, but it was dark inside the tent. Lin Xin lifted the curtain and went in, and it took him a while to see things clearly.
A thick woolen blanket was spread on the floor, and the blanket was woven with intricate and magnificent patterns. On the high platform made of wood, there is a large throne, and Wu Luolan He Ruo, who is full of beards, sits on it with a golden sword.
Behind it is a pitch-black screen with shining spots of light. On the left side of the throne stands a golden lampstand with a height of half a person. The exquisite lampshade flickers on and off, and some strange lamp oil is lit. The big witch, wearing a black hooded robe, stood on the right side, with the hood covering his eyes, revealing only blood-stained red lips and a pale chin.
This situation is not at all like a khan's king's tent, but more like the head altar of some demon religion.
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"Drinking Deer Circle of Friends Daily 2"
Intern personal guard: I was on the night shift all night, and I got a nosebleed QAQ
----Innocent Xiaoxinxin: Tsk tsk, young people are full of firepower
----Shen Qingque: Get a pair of earplugs from Mr. Dong tonight
---- Yingying: Are you on fire
---- Yingwang Shuai Chongchong: Reply to @颜颜: Your IQ is in arrears
----Yingying: Reply to @英王帅许虫: Get lost!