The prince stepped on me to get to the top, I angrily flirted with the enemy's hostage

Do you think your life is too long?

He actually had delusional thoughts about her!

"Go to sleep," Andre's voice softened.

"You need to rest. I'll have someone send you back. I have important matters to attend to. Go to Yingchoujian. There is warm spring water there, and a witch doctor will treat you."

He can't go back with Su Rou now.

Su Rou is missing, what is the reaction from the Southern Kingdom?

Andre tightened his grip on her wrist and decided to keep her no matter what.

Princess Nineteen was in Yingchoujian. He sent Su Rou there, and she would naturally understand what he meant.

Su Rou didn't open her eyes.

She used all her willpower to suppress the surging murderous intent.

Andre succeeded as the King of the Desert. Will he still help them?

She didn't know whether the man in front of her was a friendly force.

Su Rou stayed here for two days, and then was carried into the carriage by Andre.

She was injured, and Andre told his followers to walk slowly. It took seven days to walk this distance.

The sound of the wheels rolling over the ground gradually became dull from the relatively crisp sound of the gravel road, as if entering the sand.

The smell of dust in the air became heavier, and the moist fishy smell of the river water completely disappeared, replaced by a dry smell that belonged to the Gobi desert.

The sound of the wind blowing through the cracks in the felt tent also changed. It was no longer the whimpering of the forest, but a cry like the crying of ghosts.

They are moving away from water, away from vegetation, away from…

The possible search area of ​​Gong Yu.

Every sound of the wheels rolling was like a death knell to her heart.

After she passed by, she had to find a chance to leave.

The war in the South has not yet subsided, and she doesn't know which side has won.

Seriously injured, speechless, and helpless, he was forcibly taken to an unknown Jedi by a mentally ill madman with high martial arts skills.

This situation is suffocating.

After Su Rou left, the wind was like a knife, carrying coarse sand and gravel, whipping my face painfully.

The royal tent rustled in the wind.

Andre took a sip of the spicy liquor, trying to suppress the lingering irritation in his heart.

The tent was filled with the bitter smell of herbs, mixed with the smell of sheepskin and rust.

The people of the Su family have always been cunning, including Su Rou.

What if they discovered something about him?

but……

It is necessary to go this trip.

The witch doctor who accompanied him was vague after examining Su Rou, saying that it might be a throat injury or that a deadly poison might have invaded her meridians.

Andrei clenched the wine bag irritably.

That pale and fragile face should have aroused his infinite pity and desire for control.

The magnificent Southern Imperial Palace is now reduced to ruins.

The charred marks left by the fire were like ugly scars, covering the carved beams and painted buildings.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of burning and the stench of rotting corpses filled every inch of the air, making it suffocating.

On the broken palace walls, you can vaguely see dried black blood and traces of knife and axe cuts.

Andrei, accompanied by a small team of elite guards, rode his horse through the devastated palace square, stepping on rubble and ashes.

The horse's hooves made a dull sound as they stepped on the fragments of the gold-woven carpet that was soaked in blood and cracked by the fire.

Dead bodies could be seen everywhere, wearing the armor of the imperial guards or the clothes of palace maids. Most of them were incomplete and burned beyond recognition by the flames, attracting flocks of crows circling and making a lot of noise.

Andre reined in his horse in front of a relatively open area, in front of the ruins of what might once have been a side temple.

He immediately saw the figure standing among the scorched earth and corpses.

Su Chi's tall figure was like a blood-stained spear, stuck in the ruins.

The black tights he was wearing had long been stained with blood and smoke, and the original color could no longer be seen. A piece of cloth stained with dark red blood was wrapped around his shoulder, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

In his hand he held the familiar narrow-bladed long knife, the tip of the knife touching the ground at an angle, supporting his tired but still straight back.

He lowered his head slightly, his eyes like the most precise probe, scanning the overturned rubble and scorched earth beneath his feet inch by inch, as if looking for some extremely subtle clues.