How to Survive As a Villain

Xiao Yu'an took a fragrant time in the snow, the snow soaked his clothes, the wind made the wet clothes cold and hard, and when Xiao Yuan felt that he couldn't hold it, he finally heard the hooves coming from the front. He looked up at the snow, but did not see the familiar figure.

Does Luhe Qing want to come to see him?

Can't bear it?

No, certainly not. He is not worthy of letting Hehe Qing feel unbearable.

That is not to put him in the heart, even to his return, even his eyes are too lazy to give.

Xiao Yu'an mouth raised a bitter smile.

What is he looking forward to? Looking forward to the Luhe Qinghui, because of the intersection of the two people, to be jealous of him? Perhaps what I have done is not worth mentioning for Luhe Qing. He also knows clearly what kind of humiliation the Northland is for Luohe Qing, and there is hatred in the Qinghe Qingxin, how to put it in the eye.

Even if he told the past life about the Luhe River, but perhaps in the end, in the Qinghe Qingxin, he is the northern kingdom of the king who ruined his country, wants to imprison him, according to the character of the river. Maybe before and with my relatives are to protect the life of the disguise, maybe Luhe Qing has always been like the original, hate him.

Xiao Yu'an's thoughts were pulled back by the hooves. Xue Yan's deputy was riding in front of Xue Yan and whispering, and then he waved his whip and hit Xiao Yu'an's frozen hands.

The blood, the national plaque and the map rolled down in the snow, and the blush mixed with the falling snow and the sheepskin rolls. Xiao Yu’an inhaled and swallowed the sob in the throat.

Seeing that Xiao Yu'an did not swindle, the deputy turned over and dismissed the map and handed over the map to Guo Yan: "General Xue, confirmed, no problem."

Xue Yan looked at Xiao Yuan coldly and nodded to the vice-president, and then led the army to lead the troops into the city.

After Xiao Yu'an followed the queue of the Nanyan National Cavalry, his hands were tied by the reins and tied to the horse, and he walked halfway to the north.

Cold invading muscles into the bones, Xiao Yu'an eyes are blooming, physical strength is not enough, can not keep up with the speed of the horse, was dragged, and the wrist was smashed by the reins.

The army of the Southern Yan State slammed into the land of the Imperial City of the North, and declared that the country was completely annihilated in the long history.

Suddenly, there was a rush of horseshoes in the back of the army. Xiao Yuan looked up. The figure of the man was in his eyes. The silver gun was red, the sword was in his body, and he looked good and straight, as described in the original. difference.

Xiao Yu'an had such a sudden sudden blank of the brain, no fear, no panic, no resentment, no fear, he just looked at Luhe Qing, like watching a period of unhappy, but shocking appearance.

Luohe Qing turned over and hurried to Xiao Yuan, and suddenly someone rode in front of him.

"He Qing." Xue Yan's face with a faint anger, "What are you going to do?"

The river was revered and respectful, but there was nothing more. He bypassed the horse in front of him and did not squint.

Xue Yan quickly disengaged and blocked the way to the Weihe River. He gnawed his teeth and gnashed his teeth: "Yuhe Qing, those national hatreds hate, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten." The eyes of the river are clear and cold, "So now the leader is breaking the North, and the snow is shameful, and the hatred is hatred."

Xue Yanzhen for a moment, his lips trembled slightly: "Well, even if you want to protect the former king of the North, what would the world say? They will say that you are willing to imprison and break the spine! What do Chinese soldiers think? They I feel that you only know about love, and you don’t deserve to be the king of Nanyan!"

The clear eyes of Luohe fell on Xiao Yu'an and did not move away. He replied in an understatement: "Nothing."