Male God, a Little Su

He rolled on the spot, barely dodging the falling spear.

Got away with it.

The situation quickly turned around.

The blood-stained white horse appeared in front of Shen Li's eyes, looking somewhat familiar.

He sat blankly on the ground, like the poor prince who was trampled in the mud at the time, looking up at the aloof gods.

Dressed in white, elegant and elegant.

She held a long sword in her hand, blood dripping down.

"Uncle?"

"Stay in a daze on the battlefield and don't want to live anymore?"

Su Yan snorted coldly and picked up a sword at random.

Shen Li took it in a daze.

The man had turned and left without hesitation, and he could hear the clear and pleasant voice clearly, even if there were thousands of troops.

"Don't lie down until you die. Could it be that the emperor expects me to defend your country for you?"

Cold as always.

Shen Li smiled stupidly.

Uncle, come to save him.

This battle can be described as a turnaround.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable for them, the enemy immediately turned and fled.

This time, he did not pursue the victory.

I suddenly felt tired and didn't want to fight anymore.

He turned his head to look, and the soldier's body no longer knew where to go.

How many people like him are there?

They are not like him, no one is waiting.

This time the battle is not as easy as it used to be. If it wasn't for Su Yan who arrived with reinforcements, their entire army would be wiped out.

No one was celebrating, and everyone went back to camp quietly.

Someone was sent to sweep the battlefield and bring their men back.

Even if it's just corpses, take them home and return them to their families.

The tent was opened, and as soon as Su Yan lifted her eyelids, she was suddenly hugged.

She froze for a moment, then lowered her face, "Shen Li, what are you doing?"

"Shh-"

Without saying a word, Shen Li threw Su Yan into the bed. At the same time, he took out the sword at the bedside and shoved it into Su Yan's hand.

His voice was extremely hoarse and deep, he must have just taken a bath, and there was still moisture in his hair.

A face faded from its immaturity, and after weathered, it became resolute and stern.

"Uncle, I don't want to bear it anymore."

Almost, he was going to die.

Before dying, all he thought about was the person in front of him. You can imagine how important she is to herself.

"so?"

Su Yan narrowed her eyes, she held the long sword and put it on Shen Li's neck.

Look at the white undershirt he ripped open without panic at all, his chest is strong, and his head is covered with criss-crossing scars.

Now he is no longer a boy, but a real man.

A powerful breath blows in.

"So, Uncle Huang will either kill me, or—"

He leaned against the bed with one knee bent, hunched over, and approached firmly.

The hot breath fell on Su Yan's ear.

With action, he told Su Yan what he was going to do.

The sword was extremely sharp, and it cut through Shen Li's flesh almost instantly.

Su Yan's eyelids jumped and quickly moved away.

But it was too late, the blood quickly overflowed from his neck.

Shen Li didn't care.

In the darkness, his deep eyes shone brightly.

A low, hoarse smile spread in Su Yan's ears.

With some joy and satisfaction.

"Uncle, this is your own choice, so—"

The nephew laughed.

A moment of hesitation gave Shen Li an opportunity.

Everything that followed was deviated from the original track.

All was silent, and the bonfire outside the tent jumped.

Inside the tent, there is a strong smell.

Ambiguous.

Among them, there is also a bit of despair.

to die.

lingering.

It seems that after tonight, we will go to Huangquan tomorrow.