goddess is a man

Nan Wang stood beside Ling Yu's couch. He had changed his armor and was wearing a dark blue winter coat. He looked at the person on the couch coldly with lowered eyelashes.Ling Bi slightly opened his eyes, trembled a few times, made a gesture with his elbows to get up and salute, and looked at the bandage that Ling Bi had just wrapped with blood oozing faintly.

"That's all." Nan Wang's voice was cold and clear.

Ling Bi frowned slightly, then lay back on the couch again, smiling weakly and wryly.

"My brother is useless, I'm bothering Brother Wang to worry about my brother." Ling Xi closed his eyes and panted with difficulty.

"Today's first battle is successful. You don't have to go with me tomorrow, so that you can heal your wounds." Nan Wang sighed softly, turned around and half lifted the curtain and said softly, "This king wants a brother, not an enemy." Nan Wang Walked out of the military tent.

The cold wind swept across, and even though the fire dragon was burning inside the tent, what Nan Wang said just now made Ling Xi feel chills.He rested his uninjured arm on his eyes, and let out a deep breath.Apart from being a brother or being an enemy, there is no third choice.How does he choose?This is the last chance given to him by Nan Wang, he must either live together or face each other with swords.

Zixi. ． ． ． ． ．Ling Yu put his arms up on his forehead, and looked up with half-closed eyes.Recalling Zixi's facial features, his joy and anger, my heart softens.

I have missed you once, and I will not repeat the same mistakes this time. I only want to keep your innocent and bright smile, and I will feel at ease when I look at you.Kingship is nothing to me, far less than one ten-thousandth of yours.If I take you to flee, it doesn't matter if I confront Brother Wang with swords.

This Xiangling thought clearly, maybe he had planned it a long time ago.At this time, his eyes were clear, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained from curling up to both sides.He was waiting for the opportunity to take his Zixi to hide in the mountains, with only each other for a lifetime.

He touched the bag with his hand, took out the two porcelain bottles that Yinyue gave him, and swallowed it in one gulp, he must get well quickly.Qing Sa's ability is really too much for him.

Closing his eyes, Ling Bi adjusted his true energy and slowly fell asleep.

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As the horn of attack sounded, Nanwang attacked Dongao again with his [-] elite soldiers.In yesterday's battle, Huanglong could have won Dadu in one fell swoop, but Qing Sa suddenly fainted and became unconscious, so Nanwang had no choice but to withdraw his troops first.Today, the capital of Dong'ao must be captured.

Iron hooves of war horses, galloping dust, and mighty military uniforms.Nanwang's ambition ran all the way towards Dadu.Inspired the morale of the soldiers, subdued Dong Ao's core with great momentum.

Ling Bi waited on the bed, the voice outside the tent gradually disappeared, he sat up and moved his left shoulder.The recovery is not bad, and I can feel that the flesh and bones have begun to heal, but I can't force it too hard.The things Yinyue made were indeed good, much better than what they had done before.

Ling Yu secretly agreed.

Put on robes and fur cloaks.Ling Bi walked out of the military tent with a sick look on his face.There were more than [-] soldiers guarding the camp, and some wounded soldiers were placed in several larger tents for recuperation.

The sickly Ling Bi walked through the camp, and the soldiers who came and went hurriedly saluted when they saw it.Ling Yu just waved his hand, his pale face looked more and more powerless.The soldiers all said that Prince Ping was seriously injured.The doctor learned that Ling Yu came out of the tent by himself, and hurriedly advised him to go back and lie down. He just said that lying down was uncomfortable, so he came out to move around.

The doctor repeatedly persuaded him to no avail, so he had to let him go back to the tent to rest when he felt tired.Ling Yu promised the doctor and didn't stop him.

Ling Yu slowly moved to the vicinity of Qing Sa's tent, and saw a few guards standing outside Qing Sa's tent from a distance, he recognized one of the guards beside Nan Wang, but he didn't know if the rest of them were also masters.It seems that Nan Wang is determined not to let him get close to Qing Sa this time.If it was just the guard alone, Ling Xi would be able to take Zixi away with full confidence, but if the guards around him were all skilled, he probably wouldn't be able to take Zixi away with his own strength.

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, and when he raised his head again, he turned into a dejected sick prince again.Ling Bi walked slowly outside Qing Sa's tent, and as expected, the guard reached out and stopped him.

"Prince Ping, I'm sorry, Nan Wang told me that no one is allowed to step into the tent of the goddess." The guard expressed his position concisely.

Ling Yu coughed a few times with his palms around his mouth, and said with a harmless smile: "This king just came to see my friends, should I stop them?"

"Please Prince Ping, don't make things difficult for the little one."

Ling Bi's expression froze, and when he looked at the guard, he became a little more impatient, and became arrogant: "What's wrong? I want to see how you stop me today." As he spoke, he blocked the guard's arm.The guard was not afraid of death and went up to obstruct it, blocking the entrance with his whole body.

The other soldiers guarding outside the tent did not dare to be so tough. If this person hadn't stopped him repeatedly, they probably would have let Prince Ping go in.

Ling Bi narrowed his eyes, grabbed the guard's lapel and said, "How about getting money with me if you don't worry?"

Before the guard had any reaction, he had already been pushed into the tent by Ling Zhi.The guard who was forced into the tent wanted to say something, but was knocked unconscious by Ling Xi's heavy punch in the abdomen, then slashed across the neck, and then gently put him on the ground.

Looking at the fainted guard, he said to himself, "Why bother."