The widow becomes a fairy, and the time-traveling girl counterattacks and becomes the queen

"Pa!" Another slap came.

"Hmph, you're so bold! You dare to call yourself the Marshal in front of this Saint Son, and even dare to say that you will be rude to this Saint Son?"

The red-robed Saint snorted coldly and exerted a little force on his hands. Fujiwara Tora felt his neck tighten and it became difficult for him to breathe.

Fujiwara Tora was beaten so hard that blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he dared not say a word. His heart was filled with humiliation and fear.

"Do you still dare?" the red-robed Saint asked sternly.

Fujiwara Tora trembled with fear and said hastily, "No... I won't dare to do it again. Please... please spare my life, Holy Son."

"That's right. This Saint will spare your life today, but if you dare to disrespect me again, I will never forgive you."

After saying that, the red-robed Saint threw Fujiwara Tora hard, and Fujiwara Tora fell to the ground in a miserable state.

"Yes, yes..." Fujiwara Tora slumped on the ground, his eyes full of fear.

The red-robed Holy Son walked forward slowly with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and gently patted Fujiwara Tora's cheek, as if comforting a frightened beast.

"Don't worry, this Saint Son is not here to be your enemy, but to lend you a helping hand."

Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Tora's face showed astonishment. He obviously did not expect the Red Robe Saint to say such a thing.

"Help me?" Fujiwara Tora's tone was full of doubt and uncertainty.

The Red-robed Saint nodded with a smile and said affirmatively, "That's right, haven't you always been defeated by the Xia army?

This Saint can not only help your newly formed hermits quickly improve their cultivation, but can even help you turn the tide of the battle."

Fujiwara Tora widened his eyes and looked at the Red Robe Saint in disbelief.

"Really?" he asked stutteringly, still a little doubtful in his heart. After all, this man almost took his life just now.

"Of course it's true. However, this Saint Son has one condition."

Fujiwara Tora quickly pressed on, "What are the conditions? As long as the Holy Son can help me defeat the Xia army, I can agree to any conditions!"

"There is a person named Wang Xinyao in the Xia Army camp. You must help this Saint Son capture her."

Fujiwara Tora frowned and asked hesitantly, "Son, who is Wang Xinyao? Why did you capture her?"

The red-robed Saint waved his hand, somewhat impatiently.

"You don't need to know who she is. This Saint Son naturally has a use for her. You just need to do as I say. Don't ask any other questions."

Fujiwara Tora hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded and said, "Okay, I promise you!"

The Red Robe Saint smiled with satisfaction.

"As long as you follow the instructions of this Saint Son, I will be able to help you capture the capital of Li Kingdom in three months at most.

When the time comes, we will be waiting there for Xia Jun's arrival and give them a big surprise."

After hearing the words of the Red Robe Saint, Fujiwara Tora felt ecstatic.

He seemed to have already seen the scene of himself leading the army to attack the capital of Li Kingdom. What glory and splendor that would be!

At this time, Zhao Haoxuan and Wang Xinyao had already left Yundu City and arrived at another important city in Li Country - Yuantian City.

The city has a strategic location and is easy to defend but difficult to attack, but it was also invaded by the Wa Kingdom.

The Xia army began to set up camp outside the city.

Wang Xinyao took out ten steel chariots from the ring space.

This steel chariot is pitch black and flashes with cold light, giving people a feeling of being indestructible.

"Sister-in-law, hurry up and teach me how to use these magical tools." Luo Qing, who was standing aside, stared at so many iron lumps with his eyes wide open.

He couldn't wait to experience the power of these steel chariots.

After all, the appearance of the pistol has completely overturned his three views, and these steel chariots in front of him are obviously more powerful than the pistol.

He seemed to have seen himself driving a steel chariot, charging across the battlefield, unstoppable. The feeling of lying flat must be wonderful.

However, Ouyang Ping, who was standing by, said coquettishly, "Sister Xinyao, please ignore him! Ever since he got the pistol, he's become increasingly lazy and doesn't even want to practice anymore."

She glanced at Luo Qing helplessly, and then said, "You don't know, the distance between him and me is getting farther and farther.

I have already reached the Venerable Realm, but he is still only at the first level of the Martial Emperor Realm. He is such a rookie. If I had known this, I should not have married him in the first place.

"Ouyang Ping, what did you say? If you don't marry me, who do you want to marry? Who is the one who desperately ran to Nanhu County to find me? Let me tell you, it's too late to regret now!" Luo Qing was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

Ouyang Ping replied disdainfully: "I regret it, so what? Hit me, hit me if you have the guts..."

"You..." Luo Qing was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but he really didn't dare to, because he was the one who got beaten every time.

"Humph, I won't argue with you, you have long hair but short knowledge!"

As soon as Luo Qing finished speaking, Ouyang Ping was furious: "Who are you calling rude and ignorant? Say it again if you dare."

"I'm telling you, what can you do to me? Hit me, hit me!" He shouted provocatively, as if he didn't take the other person seriously at all.

Before he finished speaking, he took a step as fast as lightning and hid in the extremely sturdy steel chariot.

After entering the car, he quickly closed the lid tightly without hesitation, as if this steel barrier could withstand all external attacks.

Ouyang Ping, who was standing outside, was furious.

She stamped her feet in anger and shouted at the iron chariot:

"If you're capable, just stay hidden in there and don't come out. Otherwise, if I catch you, I'll beat you up every time I see you!"

However, facing Ouyang Ping's threat, Luo Qing in the car showed no fear and even let out a smug laugh.

Seeing this, the soldiers around also burst into laughter.

They were already accustomed to the farce between the two men, and such scenes were no longer surprising along the way.

The originally tense and depressing war atmosphere actually became much more relaxed because of the presence of this pair of funny people.

Wang Xinyao stood aside, looking at this pair of bickering lovers, feeling extremely helpless.

She couldn't help but sigh that these two people obviously loved and cared about each other, but since they got married, such bickering has never stopped.