My Empress is My Bad Girl

The toddler did not make a sound.

She is not stupid enough to tell the truth to her sister.

At this moment, everyone in the temple rushed over.

This temple has a brilliant name. In fact, it is a place dedicated to holding sacrificial ceremonies. There are usually a dozen servants and fifty or sixty guards, and it is also the place where the servants of the gods live.

The home of the high priest is not far from here.

When the high priest heard that his son had attacked the stockade, he immediately let the bells and drums sounded and awakened all the people in the stockade.

Except for the old and weak women and children, all men who can take up arms and have a healthy body wake up from their sleep, put on their clothes, take up the weapons at hand, and hurried over.

When they saw the battle between these two thousand people, they were shocked, and for a while, no one dared to step forward.

The total number of people in their entire village is about 3,000 people. If you remove the old and weak women and children, you don't know how many people are left.

The two thousand warriors mentioned by the high priest did exist, but that was when the Uzbek was prosperous in the past.

Now, only he knew how much water there was in it.

Hundreds of well-clad soldiers were still surrounding Xiaozhuang, banging and banging up and down.

Soldiers keep being thrown out, and new ones will be added immediately.

If he continued to fight like this, even if Xiao Zhuang had a powerful force, he would have to be consumed alive by this wheel of war.

Qianer is already in a hurry.

When she was a child, she stared at embroidery and books, her eyes were a little short-sighted, and she couldn't see clearly when she was far away.

Besides, it is late at night.

She grabbed the baby's hand and whispered: "Still hitting? The people watching the play are not here, let's relax a little."

"Who said that the people watching the theater didn't come?" The child glanced at his sister, "I saw you a little astigmatism, isn't it over there? Is the old man in a white robe a high priest?"

Qian'er tried to identify Fan: "Yes."

"Wait, then."

"Xiao Zhuang is injured, right?" Qian'er asked.

"So many people hit him, if they didn't get hurt, it would be too fake."

"Is it severely injured?" Qian'er asked hurriedly.

"Sister, don't worry, I and Xiaoer will not kill the future eldest brother-in-law." The child said with a smile, "but the pain must be eaten. Who calls him waste, he has not come back for so long in the Uzbei. Sister, you have an accident. The beating is all light!"

Qian'er looked at the excitement below, anxious.

Fortunately, the high priest did not make her anxious for long.

The high priest was not short-sighted, nor was it astigmatism. He hurried over with the hand of his servant and saw his son Long Bo at a glance. He was besieged by hundreds of people covered in blood.

The old man's blood pressure soared on the spot.

He resisted the faintness, grabbed the servant's wrist tightly, and shouted, "Stop, stop!"

"You call it that, they can't hear it." A slightly soft voice came into his ears.

The high priest turned his head and found that there was a black horse not far away. On the horse's back sat a young man with a chin and his leisurely appearance, as if he was coming for an outing.

"Who are you guys? Why did you come to my Wuzu stockade to make trouble?" The high priest sternly asked, "No matter what happens, let them stop first! Otherwise, even if my Wuzu is tiny, I will fight with you. It's you and me. live!"

Xiao Er chuckled, and suddenly flew up, tapped his toes on the tops of the Forbidden Army soldiers, and flew to the middle of the battle group with strength, aimed at the figure in the black robe, and shot the heavy sword in his hand—