The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Settle the affairs of the king and the world, and win the fame before and after his life.Poor thing happened in vain!

What a magnificent phrase!
Hearing the words and sentences, it is as if watching the lonely smoke in the desert and the magnificent scene like the tide on the sea, and even the mood becomes passionate and blood rippling.

At the end of this sentence, even the sage above the sky couldn't help but let out an admiration, "Good!"

At this time when the situation is changing and Qianlong is rising, there seems to be thousands of troops behind Song Lanyi like a rolling wave.

And in this wave, a tall and mighty man with the aura of a brave man, but yet elegant and handsome, came from the air with his robes flapping.

With this step, Yaoman couldn't help but look up, looking at the man who was as majestic as a god, and felt that he had a feeling of walking from the depths of time and space.

Even they...couldn't help feeling terrified and fearful of the bloody smell on his body.

The man's expression was indifferent, and only when he looked around did his eyes fluctuate.

The moment he pulled out the long sword behind his back, the soaring sword energy disturbed the clouds, forming layers of clouds that looked like fish scales.

Holding the sword and cutting horizontally, the man shouted, "Why don't you draw the sword!"

He expressed his heart, and the sound of "drawing the sword" set off the boiling blood in the hearts of countless people.

Why don't you dare to draw your sword and swear to fight to the death when a man is alive?
How can a woman show cowardice on the battlefield if she doesn't lose to a man?
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In the chaotic and disorderly battlefield, at this moment, there was the sound of swords and swords.

The leader Yaoman's eyes froze for a moment, and he said with an ugly face, "Back!"

Now that the human race has the poetry of township, the luck is tilted towards the human race, and it is invincible.

Luck is indeed illusory, but the stronger one is, the more he believes in this illusory thing.

Seeing the monsters retreating slowly, Xin Qiji, who was standing between the sky and the earth, opened his eyes and drew his bow. As the bowstring trembled, an arrow pierced into the chest of the general of the monster clan.

"you!"

The Yaozu was furious, turned around, looked at Song Lanyi, his eyes were about to burst into flames, but he still didn't dare to take a step forward.

Xin Qiji finally showed a smile, waved away the bow and arrow, and smiled at Song Lanyi, "My lord, it's a good luck not to disgrace my life."

Song Lanyi pretended to be calm and nodded, but his heart was screaming.

This Xin Qiji... is amazing.

In fact, in the original world, Xin Qiji was exactly such a character on the battlefield.

He personally participated in the uprising army, and later participated in the first Northern Expedition since the Song Dynasty went south.

If it weren't for the fact that the generals were alienated from morality, jealous of meritorious deeds, and the upper ruling class of the Southern Song Dynasty was weak and incompetent, the Northern Expedition would not have failed, and such outstanding figures would not have been depressed for life.

Looking around, the vast land was stained with blood.

On this ancient city, Song Lanyi almost had the illusion that blood was flowing from the cracks in the city wall.

She looked at the city wall under her feet and remained silent.

Xin Qiji seemed to be able to feel what she was thinking, walked to her side, patted Song Lanyi on the shoulder, and said like a teacher or a friend, "Don't be afraid, even if the road ahead is dangerous, there is always a chance."

Song Lanyi just shook his head, "Mr. You'an, it's not that I'm confused and desperate. I'm just thinking, my life is my life, the soldier's life is also my life, and the lives of all the people are even more so. How much blood do I need to shed?" , so that the rest of the people will be spared from the troubled times?"

As she spoke, her expression gradually became firm, "Even if it's not for me, I will be an executioner for everyone, for the people of Beiliang!"

Xin Qiji smiled.

This world is really different.

Even this seemingly too young protagonist cannot be underestimated.

Seeing Song Lanyi leaping down from the city wall with a leap, he turned several turns before walking mysteriously to an intersection.

Using a special technique, she oscillated a few times in the air, and a layer of film-like ripples rippled outward.

In the ripples, a man wrapped in a black robe and whose gender was difficult to distinguish walked out.

When I looked around, I could only see her bare hands, her slender and slender hands, the backs of which were so pale that even the lavender meridians protruded slightly.

When Song Lanyi saw the black-robed man, he calmed down the look on his face, "Master Jing, the monster's blood has been collected."

Hearing this, the man in black raised his head slightly, and the hood fell off.

This is a strange woman.

She has ear-length broken hair, and the color of her hair is slightly sub-green in the sun.

Jing Sheng has a pair of fox eyes, but they are not seductive. When she stares at someone, her dark pupils are like a dark and boundless black hole, which can capture everyone's mind.

The moment Song Lanyi met her eyes, he couldn't help being absent-minded for a moment.

She subconsciously bit the tip of her tongue, and the tingling pain instantly brought her back to her senses.

Jing Sheng glanced at her, then pulled up the hood again, his eyes hidden in the darkness.

Before she left, she seemed to hesitate for a moment before she said, "Don't be pressured. Race disputes are not about life or death. You are doing the right thing."

Song Lanyi smiled, her smile was hearty, as if there was no haze in her heart, "Don't worry Jingsheng, I'm just being hypocritical, I can still tell the difference between right and wrong."

Jing Sheng heard the words and nodded slightly, "I have sealed off the surrounding space, and there is another disturbance in King Qi's place. In addition to other pressures, the saints in the human race are hindering each other. I am afraid that the help you can give you is limited. After ten days, the demon You must retreat!"

Ten days?

This is easy to say, but for the soldiers and civilians in Beiliang City, their daily persistence requires countless bones.

However, Song Lanyi just took a deep breath, "We will do our best."

Under the hood, Jing Sheng took a deep look at Song Lanyi, and in the next second, his figure disappeared on the spot.

On the battlefield ahead, there was the sound of Ming Jin withdrawing troops.

So far, the first battle of defending the city can be regarded as over.

Song Lanyi leaned against the city wall, hiding in the shadows, looking at the corpses on the stretchers that couldn't bear to cover them with white cloth.

After the last corpse was transported away, she wrote a line on the book in her hand:

"On the first day, injuries: 780 nine people, deaths: 120 people."

At the end of the writing, the pen is sharp, as if trying to penetrate the rice paper.

That night.

Yaoman launched a surprise attack again, building a ladder with mighty power, and is threatening to break through Beiliang City.

Fortunately, everyone has their own strategies in their hearts, and there are two masters in the army, Huo Qubing and Xin Qiji, so it's not too sad.

Day two.

Song Lanyi was wearing a blue shirt full of blood, and the scabs on his face formed into brown blood clots.

She dipped some blood on her body with a pen, and wrote another line:

"Second day: Injuries: 780 nine people, dead: 650 people."