The First Tyrant of Daxia

"Tsk, interesting, interesting, he came right up and wanted to confront me, he is not afraid of the annihilation of 200,000 troops and the heavy losses suffered by the Western coalition forces."

Someone said cautiously: "Yes, he is either a madman or a fool. There must be something fishy going on here!"

"Your Majesty holds the initiative, how can you listen to a madman like him?"

"Reject, curse back!"

"Wait!" Qin Yun suddenly said, and then a wicked smile rose on the corner of his mouth: "Doesn't he want a decisive battle? Okay, let's do as he says!"

"Immediately pass on my order and tell him that I agree to the decisive battle. Let him choose the time and place. If he changes his mind, he will be a grandson!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

"Your Majesty, this?"

"The war has just begun. Are we going to fight to the death? This will cause the greatest losses."

"Yeah, do you have any other plans?"

Obviously, a decisive battle is the most irrational approach, and it is easy to fall into a trap. Qin Yun also knows this, and he grinned: "Just agree to it first. If he wants to take an unconventional approach, then I won't take the usual approach either!"

Hearing this, everyone's eyes flashed, and they realized that Qin Yun had other plans, so no one objected: "Okay!"

"Then do as your majesty says. Agree first and see what this Barry gourd has in store!"

Half an hour later, the imperial edict was quickly issued and widely publicized.

The Garsi Plain was the first to receive the news. The top leaders of the coalition were shocked. They did not expect Qin Yun to accept the challenge, so a wave of uproar broke out, and everyone was discussing whether Qin Yun had some conspiracy.

Suddenly the situation was reversed.

At night, the castle is quiet.

Qin Yun tossed and turned in bed, so he got up to pee. Conditions were limited during the march and battle, so he went straight to the urinal in the corner.

Crash.

Murong Shunhua's voice sounded with disdain: "You peed all over the wall, can you be more accurate?"

Qin Yun turned around and smiled in the night: "As a man, why should you be so particular about trivial matters?"

Murong Shunhua was lying on the bed with her long hair draped over her shoulders. She laughed out loud: "Your Majesty, what you said makes sense, but I have to remind you that your split ends have become more and more severe in the past two years. According to Divine Doctor Sun, it is due to insufficient Yang Qi."

"Bullshit!" Qin Yun shouted, pulled up his pants, and walked back: "I don't have enough Yang energy? Isn't this just a lie with open eyes?"

Murong Shunhua raised her red lips, and suddenly she felt playful. She supported her head with one hand, lying on her side, looking sexy and beautiful, and staring at Qin Yun.

"Thief man, you said, ten or twenty years later, you are old, and I am still young and beautiful, we sleep together, but you are powerless, what should you do?"

She made faces with ill intentions, and it was rare for a master to make such a joke with such sexual connotations.

Qin Yun's eyes rolled, looking extremely shrewd in the dark night, and he shook his head seriously: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"Why?" She seemed very interested and even wanted to see that day immediately.

"Because you, my wife, are no longer the same person you were back then, let alone ten or twenty years from now." Qin Yun said.

"What do you mean, why am I not the same person I was back then?"

Qin Yun squinted his eyes and said seriously, "She is already a woman with two children. How can she still be a girl?"

Murong Shunhua was stunned for a moment, then reacted, her eyebrows raised in anger, her beautiful eyes flashing with murderous intent: "Get out of here!"

boom!

A jade leg kicked out fiercely, causing Qin Yun to lose balance and fall heavily to the ground, with his buttocks almost split into eight pieces.

But he was still laughing heartily. I immediately got up and tried to comfort her again. It was an interesting process.

As a result, Murong Shunhua became furious, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, and ignored him completely.

"Stay away from me, you bastard!"

"There are plenty of girls in Reims City. Go find them. I won't keep you company. It turns out that all men are bad!"

Qin Yun laughed even more heartlessly when he heard this.

As expected, throughout history, whether it is a talented woman with great knowledge, a master with unparalleled martial arts skills, or women in later generations, they are actually the same and have a little temper.

The superiority and iceberg appearance are just illusions.

"Are you really angry?" He approached.

There was no answer in the dark night.

"I was just kidding you. You are the best and most beautiful woman in the world." As he said this, he tried to hug her.

But Murong Shunhua's delicate body was like a loach, constantly rolling, not giving him a chance, and she said coldly: "Stay away from me!"

"I won't!" Qin Yun found the right opportunity and got into the quilt immediately.

Murong Shunhua was horrified. This guy was getting more and more agile: "Get out of here, don't mess with me, or I'll make sure you can't get out of bed!"

"Okay, don't let me get out of bed!" Qin Yun's laughter gradually changed the whole scene.

"What are you doing? Let go, you bastard, get out of the way!"

The two of them fought so hard that the bed was unstable. After a while, Murong Shunhua finally subdued him temporarily. She supported his head with both hands, panting and glaring, "What do you want to do?"

"I have forgotten what I said just now. My appearance is fading. Your Majesty still appreciates my appearance as a woman?" She mocked him deliberately in a sour tone.

"Fuck, I was just joking, you took it seriously? Look at you, how can you look like a woman? Your skin is so white, your face is so playful, and your whole body is tight..."

Murong Shunhua was speechless. The more he talked, the more outrageous it became.

"Shut up!"

"Go away and go to sleep."

"How dare you yell at me?" Qin Yun glared and pressed her knee with one hand. Her entire knee suddenly became soft and boneless, and it felt great.

Murong Shunhua blushed, feeling a little ashamed: "I'll give you three counts to let go, otherwise you will bear the consequences!"

Qin Yun smiled slyly, looking down at her gorgeous face in the moonlight, and suddenly felt possessive: "You are mine."

Hearing these four words, Murong Shunhua panicked for no reason and her body shuddered. As Qin Yun's bedmate, she naturally knew his strong possessiveness.

"What do you want to do?"

Qin Yun smiled evilly like a flower-stealing thief: "Guess."

Murong Shunhua struggled, but subconsciously cooperated with him. Bickering had become an indispensable part of their lives, but most of the time it was just to add to the mood, and there were very few real quarrels.

"I was just teasing you. I am the only one in my life who can treat you like this. This is the greatest special thing."

Her tone softened, her delicate collarbone rising and falling: "Thief man, stop laying the groundwork."

"Hey hey hey..."

Soon after, the moonlight was gentle, the flower shadows were trembling, and the red gauze curtains were swaying gently.

In this exotic castle, everything seems so abrupt, yet so harmonious. The Central Plains martial arts world is still there, but the invitation to the head of the Moon Palace has long become a story. If those men saw this scene, they would be so jealous that they would vomit blood.

Even the high and mighty Master Sect Leader can be suppressed sometimes.