The Tyrant Takes Love: Dote on the stunning fairy princess

Chapter 209 Don't leave, you are a devil!

All the generals present were blushing.

There are those who are ashamed, and there are also those who can't hold their face because Jun Buli lifted the fig leaf on his face to pierce his dark thoughts.

Cheng An's complexion was the most beautiful, alternating red and purple, looking at Jun Buli, as if he wanted to eat people.

"I just said that Vice General Jun has always done things safely. Every time he charged and killed the enemy, he took the lead. How could he go out of the camp to cooperate with the enemy in disregard of military regulations? It turned out to be a misunderstanding!"

"Yes, misunderstandings are all misunderstandings. Vice-General Jun and Vice-General Cheng are the most powerful assistants of the general, and they are also generals who are admired by the soldiers in the army. Don't make a gap because of a little misunderstanding. The army will return to the court soon to claim meritorious service. We have finally come to the end of our hardships. At this time, don’t engage in internal strife, and let people see it as a joke.”

"That's right, General, you can also say something. Although Vice General Cheng is wrong about this matter, he is also wholeheartedly for the barracks. Now that the misunderstanding is resolved, let's expose it. For so many years, how could he do it for a small matter?" Things turned against each other, didn't they? There will be more places to rely on each other in the future."

"Isn't that right, those old sour scholars in the court can only talk when they see the sky, and look down on our military generals. We must unite as one, and don't let others look down upon us!"

There is no shortage of people who are kind and muddy.

Especially when the army is about to return to the imperial court, if a scandal is caused to shake the morale of the army at this time, maybe those civil servants with only one mouth will say two or three things in front of the emperor, and their credit will be greatly reduced.

It harms the interests of all.

No one will.

"Shut up!" the general Nan Jiang stopped drinking with a sullen face, and glanced sharply, all the generals lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him, "This matter ends here, Cheng An, don't worry too much about everything in the future, just focus on In terms of military affairs, this is the place where I lead troops to fight, not someone’s messy backyard! Jun Buli, although you went out of the camp privately, there was a reason for the incident, and killing hundreds of enemy troops with one person’s strength outweighed the detriment. Remember, I won’t treat you badly. This matter ends here, I don’t want to hear any gossip in the army and disturb the morale of the army!”

"I will understand at the end!"

At this point, everyone withdrew from the camp.

Before leaving, Cheng An looked back at Jun Buli with a cold look.

In this regard, Jun Buli responded with a clear and shallow smile. In the eyes of everyone, everyone admired Jun Buli's mind.

"My lord, that villain Cheng An is too insidious! Working with such a person, I don't know when I will step into a trap. You must be more careful." Yun Chu was very depressed. He knew that the other party was a villain, but he couldn't do anything. Actions can only be defended day and night.

Not to mention the degree of heart congestion.

Jun Buli raised his lips, raised his hand and patted Yun Chu's shoulder, "It's getting late, I don't need to wait here anymore, you go back and rest. Don't worry about what you hear at night."

After all, walk away.

Tuliu Yunchu was behind him so angry that the top of his head was smoking.

The son's heart is too big!

Not to mention what's wrong with Cheng An, at least he should teach the other party a lesson to make him fearful, right?
Actually let those old tortoises say a few words and let people go.

Is this still his son!

But, what does the son's last sentence mean?Don't worry if you hear movement?
Forget it, I can't figure it out, just listen to the son, and he will not come out when there is thunder and hail.

Morning is approaching, and the sky will be bright.

The entire barracks was quiet, and everyone was immersed in a deep sleep.

Outside the barracks, countless figures sneaked in from a hidden corner of the barracks, rushing to the grain and grass warehouse.

When there was a slight movement, Jun Buli immediately opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and he couldn't find the feeling of waking up from a deep sleep.

In the dark, the perfect lips curled into a curve, cruel and cold.

A corner of the usual mask was uncovered, and then quickly closed again.

The next moment, he regained his composure, lay there, and quietly listened to the noises outside changing from small to large, from noisy, panic, to shouting, to the clanging of weapons, and then he got off the couch slowly and casually. He pulled up the robe hanging in front of the couch and walked out.

Outside, it was a mess.

The soldiers ran towards one direction one after another, Jun Buli's face darkened, and they rushed over together.

The granary caught fire, and countless grains and grass crackled in the fire, the fire was raging, and thick smoke billowed.

The cold and intertwined voices can be heard endlessly.

There were countless corpses lying on the ground, including men in black and soldiers in the barracks. The death conditions were horrific, and the air was filled with the smell of thick smoke and blood.

Among the chaotic crowd, Jun Buli found Cheng An's face.

With lowered eyes, he caught the blade that was slashing from the side with his bare hands, snatched the blade back, and reaped a life with his backhand.

As a lieutenant general, Cheng An's hand is not weak, but there are soldiers on the left focusing on extinguishing the fire, and assassins on the right surrounding and killing. Fight hard.

Especially among the assassins, there is a master, who seems to be staring at him to strike, and can't escape the opponent's battle circle no matter what.

In an instant, there were many knife marks on his body, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

When he was in a hurry, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jun Buli, not far from him, a dead soul was stabbed with ease.

Jealousy, jealousy but also rejoicing, "Junbuli, come and support me!"

But seeing that side, Jun Buli's face suddenly changed, and he flew towards him suddenly, "Deputy General Cheng, be careful!"

careful?Beware of what?
He just tilted his head to show support...

The neck suddenly felt a coldness, and then there was a pain, and something warm spewed out from the pain!

Cheng An seemed to have come to a standstill, and the question in his mind was answered at this moment.

His eyes were locked on Jun Buli's flying figure, watching him split the person in front of him with a knife, and catch his limp body in the next moment, "Deputy General Cheng, Deputy General Cheng, hold you! Come quickly, Send Vice General Cheng to the military medical office!"

Jun Buli's voice was ruthless, and it fell into his ears, but it was like an ethereal voice from the sky, unreal.

Moving his gaze upwards, his slack pupils shrank sharply, and he saw Jun Buli lowering his head, with a smile on the corner of his mouth!
It's obviously a sad voice, shouldn't it have a sad expression?

What is he laughing at?
As if he had seen through his doubts, he heard the other party's thin lips lightly parted, whispering word by word, "Vice General Cheng, have a good journey."

Cheng An's hands tightened suddenly, clutching Jun Buli's lapel tightly, he opened and closed his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound!
He understood, it was Jun Buli, it was Jun Buli who designed it, and Jun Buli wanted him to die!

If it weren't for Jun Buli's "kind" reminder, he wouldn't be distracted and stagnant, and he wouldn't be able to avoid that fatal throat-cutting knife!

He is a villain, and Jun Buli is a devil!
"Vice General Cheng! Vice General Jun, leave this place to us, be careful!" Soldiers approached from all around, they had complete trust and admiration for Jun Buli, and took him into his hands.

And the person he tried his best to step on, turned around and entered the siege again, with a vigorous posture and no empty shots.

(End of this chapter)