Quick Transmigration: Rescue Plan for the Misguided Villain Boss

The little general just felt his head heavier and heavier.

Before fainting, she felt herself falling into a warm embrace.

It was just this embrace that made her want to escape, because this embrace could only bring her pain.

——It's like falling into a seemingly gentle abyss.

The little general had a long dream, in which she returned to the border fortress.

The sunset over the long river, the lonely smoke in the desert, the light dust raised by the horseshoe is left behind. She is wearing armor and holding a spear. She will win every battle and kill every enemy.

That was when she first arrived at the barracks, the soldiers of the country wanted to take advantage of Wen Zegang's death and Ningguo Qunlong without a leader to conquer Jiaying Pass.

With full of enthusiasm, she raised the spear in her hand and shouted: "Where is Ning Guoerlang! Before the Jiaying Pass, I will never retreat!"

The sound behind him is like a wave.

She took the lead and rushed into the enemy army.

She is Winze's daughter, and she should never know what retreat is.

The wind at that time was mixed with the sand and dust of the desert, as dry and unrestrained as the scorching sun, she liked the wind in the desert.

Everything in the dream is like the original, it has never changed.

The red candle carved with golden double dragons in the room made a slight crackling sound. The person on the bed frowned, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

Sooner or later, Ning stayed aside, and when he saw her waking up, he immediately embraced her tenderly.

"Don't move, it should hurt."

As if to confirm his words, the person in his arms groaned unconsciously, frowned tightly, and his eyes slowly returned to his senses.

Ning Chi asked caringly, "Is it painful?"

Hearing his words, the person in his arms was at a loss for a moment, and a heart-wrenching pain came from his ankle.

She looked towards her feet and saw her feet were surrounded by thick gauze.

Ning Chi gently caressed her back: "Don't be afraid, it's just that the hamstrings are removed. When you are better, I will seal you as a queen, and I will personally hug you wherever I want to go."

The little general stared at his feet in a daze, his limbs and corpses all seemed to be flowing by ice.

She didn't even feel the pain, it seemed that her feet were no longer hers.

Ning Chi sighed helplessly, "I don't want to be like this either, but if I want to drink, I really can't do anything with you."

You are an eagle that always wants to fly out of the palace and spread its wings on the grassland.

Then if I cut my wings, you will never be able to fly away from me.

In the past six months, Lining would suffer from insomnia almost every night, and his heart was empty for too long.

The little general in his arms raised his head blankly, his eyes were empty, as if he could not reflect what had happened.

Ning Chi kissed her distressedly on the forehead, and coaxed her like a child with great patience: "The wheelchair is ready. When I'm away, you can go wherever you want, and you can go out of the palace. Next year The border is stable, and I can take you to the desert."

Hearing the word Da Mo, the little general came back to his senses.

She broke away from Ning Chi's arms like crazy, trembling all over, trying to remove the gauze on her feet.

Ning Chi hurriedly restrained her: "Don't, just got the medicine, it should hurt for you to move like this."

pain?

Wherever she hurts, her internal organs are clamoring for pain, and there is no pain in her whole body.

If her feet don't listen, no matter how she moves, it won't help.

She could not even sit still because all the strength of her body was taken away.

Her long river sunset, her desert solitary smoke, have all turned into phantoms only in dreams.

That swiftly galloping, reckless Wen Si wine will never come back again.

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