Madame General, Don’t Aggravate Me!

Harmon heard Mo Ziling's words and was very moved. The whole person was stunned there.

Barely leaning on Zhu Zongma's horse, a long rifle came straight at Harmon's stab, swift as wind, as fast as electricity, and it would pierce Harmon's throat in sight.

"Ah! Be careful!" Mo Ziling shouted suddenly and flew past.

She originally wanted to use the sword to block the long gun from Mani Yizhu, but Mani Yi Zhu was too strong, slammed her long sword at once, and still stabbed Harmon with a sharp arrow.

Mo Zi was so anxious that he had to jump into the sky and flew past, blocking Hamon, and contending with the long gun with his palm.

But because the speed is too fast, Man Yizhu is also the highest warrior in Nanman martial arts. The tip of the gun easily penetrated into the place under Mo Ziling's shoulder without any effort, and the blood spewed out instantly, and the thorn was red. Mongolian binocular.

Everything happened between the electro-optical stone fire, and Harmon, who was still immersed in his emotions, suddenly awakened and burst out a shout: "Ziling--"

He stretched the arm of the ape, grabbed the airy spirit's small waist, put her in his arms, and then let her sit across the back of the horse, Moziling lying on the horse's back, and Harmon also pulled out the big machete and the wild leaning Zhu 'S long | The guns hit.

Man Yizhu is very cruel, and Harmon is even more ruthless.

The beloved woman was injured, and the man burst forth with great power.

The two men staggered each other, and the "ping pong ping pong" played dozens of moves, where the two children also fought with the Nanman chasing soldiers. The tigers are invincible to the group of monkeys, and soon both children were injured.

However, Harmon, who was as fierce as the fiercely fighting Zhu Yi, was attacked by more soldiers. The generals of Nanman didn't seem to mind how much they bully.

Harmon was gradually stretched by the siege. While fighting fiercely against Mani Zhu, while paying attention to whether the spirit would fall off the horse, he was stabbed inadvertently.

At the time of the crisis, suddenly a group of masked men flew into the sky, and sharply fought against the Nanman soldiers. Three of them simultaneously stab their swords at Manyi Yizhu, and urged: "Hurry!"

Harmony realized that he immediately greeted Shuang'er and drove Mo Ziling down the Wuhuan Mountain.

The two riders were extremely powerful and galloped down the Wuhuan Mountain. The wind roared in their ears and looked back, but they saw the group of masked people blocked the back road and fought to death with the Nanman soldiers.

The heart of the honest man of Harmon was filled with emotion.

This group of reinforcements must be members of the Mojia Army.

They are lurking in the territory of Nanman, staring at all changes in Nanman at any time.

Harmon seems to have completely forgotten that the Mojiajun desperately wanted Moziling. She is the eldest lady of the Mo family. In Harmon's heart, he seems to have completely summed up Mo Zi Ling as his own, and classified him as a part of Zhong Ze. The Mojia army rescued them, so they must be grateful.

The two riders quickly crossed the border and entered the territory of Zhongze.

When he came to the border wall of the border, General Ma Lun saw Harmon's shadow at a distance, and immediately led his troops to welcome him and sent them into the gate.

Harmon explained the situation one by one, and Mullen immediately said: "His Royal Highness, although you go to the governor's palace to treat the wounds, there will be a general here. That's why I rely on Zhu dare to come and kill his dog!"

Afterwards, Mullen immediately sent people to send them to the governor's house, and sent military doctors to bandage the wounds for them.

Harmon's injury was not serious. It was nothing more than a knife on the back, the blade was not deep, and the wound was covered with medicine and bandaged. It would be better in a few days.

Mo Ziling's injury was slightly heavier, but after all, there was no harm. The two children worked on behalf of them. Under the guidance of a military doctor, they cleaned and disinfected the wound, applied medicine, bandaged, and lay down to rest.

It took her a little longer to recover from this wound, but it was also harmless to her life, and everyone was relieved.

It's just that Harmon is very distressed, and all the pain is in his eyes.

"Ziling, do you still hurt?"

"Ziling, I'll blow the wound for you."

"Zi Ling, you can rest assured that you are safe now. You have a good night's sleep, don't think about anything, everything is with me, sleep peacefully, you are too tired."

"Ziling, I'll let them cook crucian carp soup. You must drink it! It's good for wounds."

"Ziling, do you want to eat an apple, I will cut it for you!"

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Harmon, who had always spoken very little, suddenly became a little sloppy.

If on weekdays, Mo Ziling must sip "shut up" before throwing him a sharp white eye.

But at this time, Mo Ziling, who was extremely fragile in body and mind, could not drink it anyway. On the contrary, she was extremely fragile. Harmon ’s instigation made her seem to have returned to her mother ’s house, warmly cared for by the whole government. Tears flashed in Jujue's eyes, but silently watched Harmon silently, accepting his servant.

There has never been such a moment when she stared at Harmon's face and thought he was actually very handsome.

The sharp face, the bold and powerful eyebrows, and the formidable thin lines make the soft | soft lips become sharp and full of power, and the straight high nose bridge seems to represent integrity and justice.

This is a face full of masculinity, and deep eyes can attract people as long as you stare at it carefully. How blue and non-blue eyes look like a vast ocean that can't be explored.

"Harmon," Mo Ziling's slender fingers touched his concerned face unconsciously, and asked gently, "For me, is it so hard to be worth it?"

What Harmon had been receiving was only Mo Ziling ’s eyes and mockery. She never thought that one day she would take the initiative to caress him, so at this moment, the blood in his body seemed to freeze, the whole person, all head to toe, stiff until not Ridiculous.

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it!" Harmon said anxiously, "For your sake, I can spare my life. Ziling, you should have told me that you have suffered so many wrongs. There is no need to send Yan'er to spy on me. My true heart to you can be seen from time to time, the sky is falling apart, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and I will never change my mind! "

"Humph," Mo Ziling sneered slightly. In that smile, more than joy, there was a trace of vanity satisfaction. "But, I've been married once, don't you mind?"

"No, don't mind." Harmon gripped her small hand touching his face, how soft and boneless the feeling in his palm was, "I don't mind even if you marry a hundred times."

"Poof!" Mo Ziling couldn't help laughing, restoring her usual lively mischief, "You've only married a hundred times, Miss Ben doesn't have that kind of skill."

"Yes, Ziling, your charm is enough to move the hearts of one hundred and ten thousand and ten thousand men. It depends on whether you marry or not." Harmon sincerely praised.

"Ah?" Mo Ziling's heart beat and stared at Harmon. The little-talking nerd turned out to be so touching when he talked about love.

"Bah, lie." Mo Ziling couldn't help laughing.

"No, it's true." After all, Harmon is straightforward and argues more seriously. "That kind of coldness is a few aliens and can't be regarded as men. But all real men will be impressed by you."

"Don't you laugh at me for this? I'm not married to such a man." Mozi Ling said that he was drowning in coldness, and Mo Ziling lowered his eyelashes, covering the gloom of his eyes.