Immortal Voices

Rong Xian knows that if his son knows his other identities, it will easily distort his son.

It would be really uncomfortable to think about the virtues of the eldest prince, either thinking of rebellion or thinking of my aunt.

Rong Xian glanced at Rong Yang, who turned herself into a milk doll, and raised her eyebrows.

Immediately, she focused her attention on the huge palm that pressed down towards this side.

Rong Xian raised her hand lightly and pointed violently at the giant palm, her voice lowered with a little indifference and coldness: "Go, that's your food."

The words fell, and the quietly hovering Jin Long, who was cuddling beside Rong Xian, was soaring and groaning with excitement.

"Ang ~" Jinlong rushed up into the void, his figure quickly stretched.

But in an instant, it became a thousand feet.

The golden dragon hovered in the dark sky and the shadow of the giant palm, and there were no previous fierce dragons in a pair of dragon eyes.

It was naughty like a child, and reached out his paw to tentatively rub the black curtain on his head.

A scream was heard faintly in the ear, and the shady trembled.

As soon as the golden dragon's huge dragon's eye brightened, it seemed that something interesting had been discovered, and he opened his claws and scratched it.

The two unruly people were handed over to the nemesis, and Rong Xian stormed into the battlefield with a sword.

The soldiers who followed him looked enthusiastic.

They yelled ‘Long live’ and rushed towards the enemy, fearing neither life nor death.

Rong Xian used the sword as a sword. She cut down a group of people with one sword and looked at the howling soldiers behind her.

"Can you shut up, I'm not dead yet, don't kill anyone crying for this name, as if to avenge you, sacrificing him to the spirit of heaven." Rong Xian said angrily.

Everyone: "..."

Rong Xian was too lazy to look at their expressions. The sword gas gathered around her, turned into a torrent and washed away the stones hitting him.

In the eyes of everyone looking up, Rong Xian glanced at the crowd and Shi Shiran said: "The next time you call Zhao Huang, if anyone dares to shout, he will take him to the palace as **** director."

The soldiers' faces changed, and they clamped their legs, only to feel that the thighs were cold.

When they went to see His Majesty again, they only felt a little bit sore.

Just then, Rong Xian turned to look at An Ping holding the silver urn and rushed towards her, Cheng Qi held a sword and attacked her from the side.

Is this really ready to make a sword without eyes and leave her completely on the battlefield?

Generally, such generals have their own blessing of luck, and they cannot kill before the death of luck.

But now ...

Rong Xian's eyes were bright, and he moved towards them.

She has a shame, she can do everything!

Rong Xian likes this unbridled life.

The moment she stepped out, her figure turned into a row, and she lined up directly in front of An Ping.

By the time her first afterimage disappeared, her hand was already resting on An Ping's neck.

"General!", "General!"

Zhao Guo's people all cast rodent jeopards, and they dared not move.

An Ping looks like a middle-aged man in his forties, but he has white horns and seems to be weathered.

Those deep eyes carried perseverance and intolerance.

This is a person who will not surrender easily.

"Yi Emperor, let my father be handsome!" A young, somewhat immature child shouted at Rong Xian with red eyes.

That's right, it's a child.

Although this youth is older than Rong Xian, in the eyes of Rong Xian, it is a child.

He doesn't understand the world, he is accustomed to thinking, and his thinking is simple.

She glanced at the youth obliquely. There was no meaning in that eye, and the vastness left the youth frightened.

Rong Xian glanced at An Ping, slowly patted his arm and opened his mouth.

"You have to die without surrendering."

Rong Xian :! !!

Don't get me wrong, this is not what Rong Xian said.

Rong Xian glanced at Rong Huan in Cheng Qi's arms, and looked at Rong Yang, who was full of annoyance and regret, and sighed.

Her voice was soft and soft: "General Cheng may not know He's temper, and He is the least threatened."

After all, in the eyes of the horror of everyone, a little hard hand.

A 'click' sounded, and the old general who died all the time died on the battlefield.

When General Anping died, the sky's fortune suddenly changed, and Bei Zhao's golden dragon was also bitten by Rong Guo's lucky golden dragon.

The two dragons were fighting in the void, and Bei Zhao Guoyun felt that his protector had passed away. With a long roar, scales fell and turned into blood rain on Bei Zhao's land.

Each of Bei Zhao's people looked at Xueyu dumbfounded and wept bitterly.

Their protector is gone!

Inside the palace, Zhao Huang, who was struggling with sickness, spit out blood, and the man passed out again.

Not to mention a chaotic Bei Zhao, the Three Kingdoms battlefield did not give up.

"The so-called # 将军 百 战死 #, for General An, the battlefield is probably his best destination." Rong Xian looked down at An Ping's body and said with a sigh of sigh.

The dull young man returned to God and shouted, "Rong Ya, you kill my father, you must not die, you must not die!"

His voice was broken because he was too sad and angry.

"Presumptuous!" Rebuked resentfully.

Actually dare to curse His Majesty, and his sin should be Hei.

He directly took the bow of the pioneer next to him and pulled it towards the youth.

The veteran next to the young man saw that he wanted to stop him in front of him.

‘Oh! ’

The sharp sound of the blade is strangely clear in this noisy environment.

The young man held the veteran's body and wailed, "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang ..."

His voice was a little hoarse, and his voice was sternly sad.

"Major general, don't, don't be impulsive, live, don't let the Cheng family have one pulse, one pulse sever. Cheng family has to rely on you ..." He said here, suddenly eyes widened and looked behind the youth.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you, Zhang?" The young man clung to the veteran cluelessly.

Suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder, and a clear voice came into his ears: "He, it's just too surprised to see him."

The young man turned his head stiffly, directly facing Rong Xian's pair of eyes that could not see the bottom but was shrouded in misty mirror flowers.

He slowly tightened his hands and relaxed again, even with a bit of relief: "Emperor Emperor, the king defeated the pirate, if you want to kill, you must listen to it."

Rong Xian wondered: "Isn't this a matter of course? Why should you stress it again?"

The young man was stunned, his face was dark, his eyes were staring at Rong Xian with red eyes, and he said hoarsely, "Ki, you killed my father, how dare you kill my father ?!"

Rong Xian looked down, looked at the youth expressionlessly, frowned slightly, and said indifferently: "What a fresh word, why dare not kill an individual."

On the battlefield, if you die or die, no one can guarantee whether or not they can see the sun on the second day, but there is no stipulation on who cannot die.

Moreover, although this war was not her personal command, the war of the National Games should not be neglected.

Her hero, my enemy, Rong Xian couldn't be more clear.

She wished the enemy generals had died.

Don't tell her what's bright and fair, everyone is a concubine who plays with yin, just don't laugh and be generous.

The front is just right, and see who is going to fall behind and who is better!

"Emperor Emperor really didn't even care about his daughter's life or death?" Cheng Qi rubbed Rong Hong's neck slightly.

Rong Xian's gaze rested on his arm, and a sword gas shot into his eyes, which penetrated directly into the eyebrow of An Shaoshuai.

The young man's eyes widened suddenly until his consciousness completely disappeared and there was only one thought in his mind.

Is Emperor Yun crazy? Not even his own daughter.

‘咚’ A dull noise, An Anshuai fell to the ground.

The veteran in front of him stared at the corpse of the young commander and breathed, and the impassive appearance was extraordinarily infiltrating.

An Jia is the family of Zhao Guojun's gods. He passed on generations to singles, guarding Zhao Guo like a pin of the sea god.

When North Zhao Dajun saw the tragic death of the general and major general, they all shouted with red eyes: "General, major general ..."

Without the general there, they seemed to have been broken by a spine, and their backs were bent.

Cheng Qi shook his hand, and snorted by Rong Yu, who was holding him. Rong Yang, not far away, turned pale and shook his hands and feet.

Sister Huang ...

He clenched his fists tightly and stared at Cheng Qi.

Bu Zi and others came to Rong Xian to guard her for the first time, and her eyes were extremely compelling.

Rong Xian waved his hand, and the remarks and other people stepped back respectfully two steps, but their attention was still on Rong Hong.

For the first time, Rong Xian feels that this incarnation is really a disaster, but it is also a great trap for people.

She stared: "Let me down."

Cheng Qi took a deep breath and exclaimed: "His Majesty the Emperor retired, and the prince returned the intact girl.

Rong Xian chuckled: "It's a good deal for General Cheng."

Her expression sank, and her voice softly said, "But I don't think it's equal."

"I always like fair trade. Since we can't talk about it, we fight."

She lifted her embroidery and said without a wave: "Kill."