Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight - Chapter 173

To the east, a team with black robes on their shoulders approached the holy city quietly under the cover of the night, taking advantage of the great chaos of the coalition forces. Strips of cloth were tied to their horses’ feet, and the sound of their horses’ hooves was submerged in the strange sound of explosions.

The silver light shone in midair, the thunder continued to explode, the fire in the coalition camp was getting bigger and bigger, and the fire light reflected their faint outline.

The soldiers on the front of the city were so nervous that their feet were weak, and they dared not scream: This team has only a few hundred people. If the Beirong coalition forces find out, none of them can escape!

At this time, suddenly there was the sound of rumbling drums from the coalition camp, and a Northern Rong cavalry rushed out of the camp, chased it out, and rushed towards the reinforcements.

Everyone stood up one after another, their throats almost jumped out of their throats, no matter what else, they shouted towards the team under the city wall.

“Be careful!”

“Quick!”

The team found that there were chasing soldiers behind them, and they moved faster. The flames were blazing, and their faces became clearer and clearer.

Soon, everyone recognized the flying flag in the team, couldn’t believe it, and stayed for a while.

Bi Suo and Yuanjue were shaking all over.

The team swiftly avoided the horse-rejecting pile, and had already galloped under the city wall. The leader pulled on the rein and stopped, looked at the city head, and lifted the mask on his face.

It just so happened that a silver light tore through the dark night sky, and the light beam poured down on her body. She was bathed in a bright light beam, with a beautiful and beautiful appearance, as if she was a goddess who fell from the clouds with the silver light.

The soldiers of the royal court stared at her blankly.

She raised her head and looked at Tamaraga in a monk’s robe above the city, and stared at him.

“Roga!”

She shouted with a smile, her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

Behind her, sparks flew from the coalition camp, and a team of cavalry followed closely, silver light flickered, and thunder sounded flat.

She smiled slightly, and the whole night sky suddenly became bright.

Tamaraga looked down at her, motionless, her robes lightly raised.

In the next instant, he grabbed his saber abruptly and rushed down the city head like electricity.

Bi Suo recovered, his lips trembled a few times, and he urged the soldiers to open the city gate.

Tamara Gha, who came back from Sand City, made everyone close to him feel strange and terrible.

He led the soldiers to defend the city, pacified the people, punished the family, and released the slaves. He seemed to be the same as before, but everyone knew it was different. He was like a high god, compassion, but without a trace of affection.

Even when the Beirong coalition forces almost broke through the city gate, he just frowned slightly.

Until this moment, until Princess Wen Zhao gently called him Luo Jia, he was truly alive.

The gate of the city was wide open, and Tan Moroga rushed out of the hole and galloped towards Yaoying.

The coalition camp was full of flames, half of the sky was burnt red, and corpses were stacked on the ground. Iron cavalry chased them from different directions. The rebel soldiers all over the mountains screamed and screamed, horses neighed, screamed, and the fire was burning. The roar… just like the Shura ghost in his dream.

He will sink into **** forever.

With a **** storm and black smoke, the curly figure suddenly fell from the sky, with a cold silver light on his shoulders, rushing towards him, his hood blown off by the wind, and the green silk was like a waterfall.

Between the heaven and the earth, only that figure remained.

He thought he would never see her again.

Tamara Gha looked at her without blinking, for fear that everything in front of her eyes would disappear in a blink of an eye.

The sound of horses’ hoofs was getting closer and closer, and there was a sound, as if stepping on his heart.

Suddenly she clenched the rein, stopped a few feet away from him, narrowed her eyes, and snorted softly.

The two faced each other silently.

Suddenly, the surroundings were as cold and silent as submerged water. All the noisy voices went away, and Tamaraga heard the sound of his own heartbeat, one by one, slowly and calmly.

“What is Princess Wen Zhao doing here.”

His voice was cold and calm.

Yaoying smiled: “This princess thinks about you day and night, and is coming to you.”

The soldiers from the royal court who rushed to meet him opened their mouths wide and looked at each other.

Tan Moroga has no expression on his face, and his blue eyes are deep.

“Princess, I am a monk.”

Yaoying spread her hands: “This princess doesn’t dislike you as a monk.”

Tamara Gha closed his eyes for a moment, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were sharp and deep: “I was backlashed by the exercises, and time is running out.”

Yaoying looked at him, her expression slowly softened: “Then we should cherish the remaining days, okay?”

Tamara Gha was speechless for a while, her eyes surging.

Long wind hunting.

Yaoying smiled: “Why, the mage forgot what happened that night? Forgot how to hold me, and promised that I won’t lie to me again? Forgot…”

Her eyes went dark and her voice stopped abruptly.

The horse’s hoof smashed the snow, he suddenly drove the horse forward, pulled off her hand holding the rein, stretched his arm, and directly embraced her on the horseback into his arms, his body was mixed with a **** atmosphere overwhelming the sky. Cold fingers inserted into her long hair, blue eyes staring at her.

She panted slightly, raised her hand to hold his thinned face, and the circles under her eyes gradually turned red.

“Roga, you lied to me again.”

Tamaraga hugged her, shaking her whole body, bowed her head, tightened her arms, and kissed her lips.

This kiss was eager, domineering, and fiercely prying open her moist lips. It was completely different from the kiss he had landed on the top of her hair. The arms around her tightened, and the tight muscles trembled slightly through the robes.

A burst of electricity rushed through her body, and Yaoying trembled all over, raising her arm around his waist.

There was a crackling sound of the weapon landing, and the soldiers of the royal court on the wall and under the wall were dumbfounded.

Before the army, their Buddha, wearing a robe, kissed Princess Wen Zhao.

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