Tyrant, your vest fell off

CHAPTER 112 – DRAGON

Li Qingmei, who was lying down at night listening to the wind and snow, finally had a short rest, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

She was sitting on the bedside, by the dim candlelight, absent-mindedly mending Sikong Que's spring clothes, while listening to the tick-tock tick-tock sound like sitting on pins and needles.

For some reason, perhaps due to her state of mind, she actually felt that the voice was extremely loud and harsh.

She propped her head up, looking around in the direction of the tent door from time to time.

Her head was getting heavier and heavier, when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew up, and she woke up vigilantly. After seeing the person clearly, her heart that had been hung up all night was finally no longer disturbed. people.

Gumbling.
The sudden sound broke the tranquility in the tent, she sat up abruptly, walked straight out of bed and walked towards the corner where the fireplace was placed.

Turning around again, there was a pot of steaming noodle soup in hand.

"Don't ask Feng Zhan and Xiao Yu to come in and eat noodles!"

"Still angry?"

"Humph!"

"If you insist on following tonight, I will definitely be distracted. Yan Jun's scouts should not be underestimated! I almost."

"Almost what?"

Sensing that he hesitated to speak, she felt a little nervous, and scanned around carefully, but found no exposed blood.

She was worried, and reached out to take off his robe.

As soon as his palm touched his left shoulder, his eyebrows frowned slightly.

"It's okay, it's just a little bit of skin scratches. That indomitable man doesn't have a few scars on his body, and he's not a woman!"

"Let me see!"

She gently rolled up his sleeves, the wound had already been bandaged, and there was still a pungent smell of blood.She put down his sleeve in distress, and snorted coldly:
"Hmph! There are two scars on the prince's body, and the concubine's heart is full of tears!"

She slapped his hand that was reaching out to take the bowl away, and skimmed the mutton in the bowl, which was not conducive to wound healing, into the other two sea bowls.

Feng Zhan and Jiang Jiongyu happened to come in to pick up supper.

Seeing the extremely high mutton slices piled up in his own bowl, he immediately exited the big tent with the bowl in his hand happily.

Sikong Que, who loves meat and dislikes, looked at the gnocchi soup with a few pieces of mushroom floating here and there, and felt like crying without tears.

But his beloved wife was watching him furiously by his side, so he had no choice but to lift up his chopsticks resignedly, staring at the mutton slices in the pot, and began to eat them tastelessly
Early morning is always the most exhausting time. At this time, in the private room of Baoyue Building, a man and a woman are sleeping soundly.

At this time, the dressing table in the room moved strangely.

The half-person-high bronze mirror was quietly moved away, revealing a pitch-black hole. A moment later, three black shadows that almost merged with the deep night appeared in the room.

Two of the black shadows floated to the bed like ghosts, and quickly tapped the acupuncture points of the two on the bed. One of them quickly put the heavily tied Sikong Mo into a black sack, and carried it on his shoulder.

The three of them turned around tacitly, and were about to retreat into the cave when the man standing in the corner who hadn't made a move all this time, on a whim for no reason, took a look at the woman lying on the bed in the moonlight.

After seeing the woman's face clearly, he suddenly turned over and landed on the bedside, took out a sharp machete from his waist, and cut the woman's tender neck with one knife, immediately bleeding profusely.

This was not enough, he waved the scimitar as if he didn't feel relieved, and he didn't stop until he smashed the woman's beautiful face into pieces.

"Dong Shi imitates!"

Before closing the bronze mirror, he finally murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)