However, no other soldier could wield the sword with such ease and fluency as he did, as if the sword in his hand had become one with the man.

Zi Bing gently shook the bell in his hand and called out, "Shiqi".

The young man frowned and a trace of pain flashed across his face.

He quickly flew down and landed in front of Zibing.

Zi Bin asked in a cold voice, "Which sword technique have you taught me?"

Shiqi lowered his head, "Seventy-seven is forty-nine in total, and forty-six is ​​already here."

Zibin nodded: "Okay, very good, you will follow General Zou to the battlefield tonight."

Shiqi slowly raised his head. On his cold and handsome face, silver lotus flowers bloomed and swayed along the corners of his eyes. His beautiful eyes were lifeless, without a trace of emotion, like a pool of stagnant water.

He replied expressionlessly, "Yes."

*

After Nangong Yu returned to the tent, he sat at the desk with a confused mind, and asked Wei Linglong to make him a bowl of midnight snack as usual.

When Wei Linglong came in carrying the dumplings, Nangong Yu was changing the dressing.

Hearing the footsteps, Nangong Yu quickly bandaged the scar that was so deep that the bone could be seen, picked up a handkerchief beside him and wiped his hands.

He was always at the front of the battles, serving as a vanguard, and would come back with several more scars every day.

The once gentle and graceful nobleman has now completely transformed into a cold-blooded evil spirit. No one in the military camp is not afraid of him.

Only when facing Wei Linglong, Nangong Yu's cold eyes would rarely show a bit of tenderness.

Wei Linglong placed the bowl on the table and lowered her head to look at the blood that Nangong Yu had used to change the dressing, which had turned deep red.

The air was filled with the smell of blood, and the man's brow was cold, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.

Wei Linglong frowned, "Why is your right shoulder injured again? Wasn't it chopped off a few days ago?"

Nangong Yu narrowed his eyes and said, "It's nothing, it doesn't hurt."

He reached up, lifted the bowl, and took a sip of soup.

Today's ingredient is dumplings, but Wei Linglong didn't wrap them very well, so they are of weird shapes and some of the meat filling is exposed and floats on the surface of the soup.

Nangong Yu ate a dumpling and praised it as usual: "Today's dumplings are delicious, with thin skin and large fillings, fresh and delicious. Although some of the meat fillings are exposed, it adds a different flavor to the soup. Thank you, young lady."

Wei Linglong silently lifted the basin of blood and walked out, replacing it with a basin of clean water.

Nangong Yu's wound was affected by eating dumplings, and blood oozed out of the thick bandage.

Wei Linglong put the basin down and frowned.

"Do you need me to call the doctor?"

Hearing Wei Linglong's concern for him, Nangong Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and shook his head in a good mood, "No, my injuries are minor and I can handle them myself. The doctors in the military camp are very busy and I won't bother them."

After speaking, Nangong Yu's eyes slightly opened.

The veil that Wei Linglong wore today was not tight enough, revealing half of her pretty face.

At this moment, the girl's slender eyebrows were frowned in worry, and her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on Nangong Yu's wound.

She really cares about herself.

Nangong Yu felt as if someone had sprinkled a handful of sugar on his heart, and even his wounds didn't hurt anymore.

But he didn't want Wei Linglong to know that he had recognized her.

For the time being, the window paper between them cannot be broken.

Otherwise, the relationship will just return to the cold one it was at the beginning.

Therefore, Nangong Yu raised his hand to gather the loose hair on both sides of Wei Linglong's cheeks, and lifted her veil, and said softly: "Your hair is loose."

The man suddenly came closer, and Wei Linglong stood there in a daze, her eyes wide open, her face flushed, and her heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

Soon, Nangong Yu retreated, his eyes returning to normal, "You can go back."

Wei Linglong was just about to carry the bowl out when suddenly, a series of sharp and rapid horn sounds rang out, one after another, tearing apart the tranquility of the night!

She paused.

The next moment, a long sword with a cold glow flew over the curtain and swung straight towards her face!