The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Zhao Mingyu's eyes were cold, and the sword in his hand was pulled out. He couldn't let this person bother with the sugar and rest.

Carrying the sword, Zhao Mingyu flew up and immediately, Jomao Feng’s eyes were cold, and the sword that was placed at the hand was also pulled out. The feet were heavily on the stables, and the people flew directly.

The fighting between the two quickly awakened the guards on the Zhao family, and Qiao Tianchang woke up when he heard the hooves, but he did not say the familiar figure, but he I did not expect Zhao Mingyu to greet it like this.

The two played hard to separate, and Jomo Mou opened his eyes and leaned against Qiao Tianchang's side, his eyes bright and watching.

"Hey, do you say that Big Brother can win or Mingyu Big Brother can win?" Qiao Mozhen asked very curiously.

"Flat." Although the internal strength of these two men is slightly better than Jomo Maple, but he can't compare Zhao Mingyu with actual experience.

Jomo snorted and looked very boring.

Sure enough, after playing for half an hour, both of them were still tied. Jomo Mapin made it impossible for Zhao Mingyu to win him by internal force, and Zhao Mingyu could not lose it with his actual combat experience. The two were still deadlocked.

"You two spirits are really good. You don't sleep in the middle of the night. Everyone, how do you catch up with the maples? The little monkeys are not saying that we will wait for you in Liaocheng?" I don't know when I have already woke up. Meng Yao single-handedly held on the side of the window, watching Jomo Mapan helplessly said.

"Mother, have we woken you up?"

"Nothing, when you came, I woke up. I want to see what you guys are doing. I didn't expect to fight when I met." Ning Mengyao looked at the two funnyly.

This is why Zhao Mingyu is so stupid, I know that this person is Joe Shu, their son, Jomo.

Zhao Mingyu was a little embarrassed and grabbed his head. Sorry to say: "I am sorry, I think you have to go to the carriage, worry that you will be arguing and sleeping with sugar, so I will do it for you."

Ning Mengyao, I did not expect it would be such a result.

"It doesn't matter, my name is Jomo Maple."

"Zhao Mingyu."

The two men looked at each other and had a meaning that they understood.

Looking at the two, Ning Mengyao said: "You don't know each other."

Zhao Mingyu’s guards were dumbfounded. This younger boy, who is even younger than Master Mingyu, is actually their son? And martial arts are still so good.

"Big brother, you are coming really fast. It’s not dawn yet. You come. It seems that you are very satisfied with this friend." Jomo sweared and yawned, he was a little sleepy.

Jomo Mapen walked over to Jomo's side, and reached out and licked his head: "A little thing, do you know how to ridicule me?"

"That is."

Jomo Mapan smiled and reached out and pointed at Jomo's head. He shook his head helplessly: "Look at your sleepy, go to sleep."

"Got it."

"Would you take the peas to the mother and go there?"

Qiao Tianchang originally thought so, but this little guy is not happy, but now the incense of sleeping, naturally there is no question of his willingness or not, and directly put people on the carriage.

Qiao Tianchang took Jomo Mou to continue to rest on the side of the carriage, and Qiao Mofeng and Zhao Mingyu really did not know each other, but they really became friends.

The two did not have the heart to sleep, went to the edge of the creek together, did not know whether they were the same personality, or they were destined to become friends, and they soon chatted.

Listening to some of Zhao Mingyu's experiences, Jomo Maple frowned: "No wonder your actual combat is so powerful."

"You are also very powerful, and smaller than me." Zhao Mingyu also admired Qiao Mofeng, so young, martial arts is so powerful.

Jomogene couldn’t help but smile: "There is something in the heart that you want to protect, and naturally there is motivation to move forward."

"Maybe you are right." Zhao Mingyu first glimpsed, then laughed.

"Yes, this is for you." Qiao Mofeng handed the dagger to Feng Mingyu.