The emperor's favorite gentleman is enchanting

Chapter 245 Where Does The Confidence Come From (1)
Everyone was startled.

This man, single-handedly, guards the city.

This person... who is it?A chill swept across wantonly, Xiao Yan only felt that his limbs and bones were completely cold.

In the crowd, someone shouted, "General Tali!"

"General Tarry."

It was Xiao Yan and Murong Yaoguang who muttered in a daze, a name that called these two people cold.

"Tatli?" The man in red on the stone pile chuckled, bent over, and sat among the bones with his stomach in his arms, so casual, so unruly, smiling, "He may not hear you in the underworld." If so."

This person... is not Tarri.

Everyone was dumbfounded and stunned.

Yao Guang blurted out: "Then who are you?" His voice trembled.

Under the blue-faced fangs, a pair of slanted eyes slightly hooked: "Guess?" Immediately, Qing Lingling smiled.

This voice is a woman!
Xiao Yan was shocked: "You killed Tali?"

The man in red turned over with one hand and sat down, kicked a broken arm away, without changing his face, stretched out a finger, shaking: "No, it's you."

Xiao Yan's expression changed suddenly.

This woman is too much like...

She patted the snow on her hands, and then patted the snow on the red lapel, and then lazily continued: "A cup of crane top red, he passed by as soon as he rolled his eyes, and he didn't struggle, eh, poor thing, Even after she died, she was hugged by that lunatic Tada to have sex with her. Is there a rape corpse? Is there any rape corpse? Goosebumps."

Xiao Yan's voice was gloomy and cold, his eyes fixed on the woman on the stone pile, as if he wanted to pierce the mask of the green face and fangs, gouging out the woman, he stared intently: "Who the hell are you?"

The woman raised her chin, raised her eyebrows under the mask: "Can't you hear my voice?" She chuckled, "Xiao Yan, I suspect that you have lost your arm, but your brain."

As she spoke, she laughed wantonly.

Such arrogance, such reckless behavior, only one person dares, and only one person can.

Murong Yaoguang's face turned pale, and she silently uttered two words.

Rong Jiu...

Xiao Yan's eagle eyes burst into flames, and he said, "Rong Jiu."

The woman smiled, and casually picked her fingers: "Hey, I'm blind, and my ears are not deaf." Reaching out, she took off the mask, revealing a handsome and handsome face, so flamboyantly beautiful, she waved her hand, her eyes were full of smiles Yingying said, "Hi, adulterer, long time no see."

"You..." Yao Guang faltered, caressing the horse, his face seemed to die once.

Rong Qiannian played with the mask in her hand, and looked at the man and woman in front of her with a smile, with undisguised jokes in her eyes: "One has lost an arm, and the other is disabled. They are a perfect match."

Xiao Yan clenched his intact arm tightly, his nails sunk deep into the flesh, his eyes were stained red with such piercing hatred.

This woman, he can't wait to peel her skin and cramps, gouging out her flesh and eating her blood.

"You are Lanyue." It's not a question, the flame in Xiao Yan's throat is very sure.

He was sure that this woman was the male favorite who seduced Queen Tada, the woman who stole the sky for the Turks.

Rong Qiannian smiled, true or false, the corners of her eyes were beautifully curved, shining like stars, she curled her lips and asked, "What do you think?"

Xiao Yan was speechless, but the coldness in his eyes was even worse.

It was her again, and once again he failed miserably.

"No, it's impossible." Yao Guang backed away in a daze, his stunned pupils turned fierce, "It's obviously safe, how could it go wrong? Where did it go wrong?"

The blood in her eyes was spreading, and she stared at the woman in the stone pile. She had a voice and a smile, she was wild and unrestrained, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of self-confidence. She smiled and said casually: "Woman, why don't you grow up?" Lesson, you, you can't beat me."

You can't beat my...

Yes, no woman in the world can beat her.

Yao Guang's eyes were dead, why was that woman still so bright in the gloomy sky, she laughed loudly and recklessly, she pursed her lips and pulled out a sneer at the corner of her lips, even the sarcasm had a beautiful arc: "Secretly!" Let me tell you, before Linxi died, she still grabbed my skirt and was reluctant to let it go. The old lady Tada did the same, so I gave some medicine, and she actually took the old man in the tart as me. Pan An, are you that wretched?" She sighed, with a hint of arrogance in her eyes, "Hey, I can't even shake off my character and charm."

character?charm?She is just too good at playing, playing with people's hearts and tricks, she is a master of scheming.

"You're too smart, but what?" Xiao Yan sneered.

Rong Qiannian raised her eyebrows and listened attentively.

Well, someone likes watching people dying.

"You are no match for thousands of troops."

Yo, where does this cripple get confidence?

Rong Qiannian smiled, smiling...well, very friendly: "Thousands of troops? Are you talking about the [-] straw bags of Turkic?"

Xiao Yan's face changed slightly.

Probably tired from sitting, Rong Qiannian kicked a dead body away, lay on his side on the stone pile, and chuckled lightly from the corner of his eyes: "Last night, the Langya Mountain was on fire, and they rushed to the front one by one, shouting to protect the general, a group of idiots Fork, I didn’t know until my death that I lit a fire and blocked their way down the mountain.”

As the words fell, there was a dignified gasp in the wind and snow. Thousands of pairs of blood-soaked eyes stared at the woman in the middle of the corpse. Her eyebrows and eyes were bent, so disapproving.

This woman is heartbreaking.

There was a big fire, 10 horses, and blood flowed into rivers. She just blinked her eyes and casually brushed her long black hair: "One hundred thousand straw bags, I can do it with one fire. As for the thousands of troops you said?" With plain white fingers stained with snowflakes, she pointed at the thousands of troops behind Xiao Yan, with a casual and lazy tone, "Are you referring to them?" A chuckle overflowed the corner of her mouth, "There are straw bags every year, especially this year." many."

"you!"

"..."

One hundred thousand Turkic troops turned red and stared at the woman's casual and disapproving appearance, but the soles of their feet felt cold and trembled violently.

The madness of this woman is frightening, the city is full of wind and snow, the tip of her nose is bloody, entwining her, making people daunting.

Morale, this kind of thing, just called this woman a word, and it was cold.

"You are so loud!"

The voice is loud, the momentum is full, and the confidence is so-so.This disabled, still struggling.

Rong Qiannian looked at Xiao Yan skeptically: "Thank you, thank you."

Xiao Yan was blocked in one breath, unable to get up, his face was livid.

On the other hand, Miss Rong bent her eyes with a smile, raised her eyes, reached out to catch a snowflake, held it in her mouth, and said, "It's about time."

(End of this chapter)