The leader's eyes lit up: "Hey, interesting. The little beauty is quite wild."

He raised his arm and shouted: "Chase!"

…

At the same time, the iron horses were riding on the snow, the glaciers were breaking through the fog, and the mighty southern army was heading north. In the dark night, the cold snow light shone on the faces of Lu Yun and Liu Mu, who were leading the army.

All the way north, we saw corpses everywhere.

When we chased them into the temple, we saw that more than half of them were dead or injured.

When hearing people describing the previous battle, Hengyang King Liu Mu was still trying to judge, he saw Lu Yun's face change slightly and turned away. Liu Mu was stunned for a moment, then chased after him. Hearing Lu Yun whisper -

"I don't know who that gentleman is, but that lady..."

"The girl they are talking about must be your daughter."

How many girls in the world can be as calm as her?

Chapter 104

The wind was fierce and the snow was slicing at my face like knives. The night swallowed up everything, and the snow covered the sky and earth in white, making it impossible to see east, west, south, or north. The night was long, making every moment like torture. In this vast snowy forest, two sturdy attendants carried a young man and ran for several miles, leaving the pursuing soldiers and horses behind them farther and farther.

The man they held was motionless, as stiff as an ice sculpture. However, his eyes were red, as if they were about to bleed.

An abandoned Taoist temple appeared in sight, standing alone in the wilderness. Because it was rarely visited by people, it had been abandoned for who knows how long. The two servants' eyes lit up, and they led the young man into the Taoist temple. They landed on the ground, standing in the dark hall full of cobwebs, listening carefully to see that there were no pursuers behind them, and the two servants breathed a sigh of relief. However, when they turned their heads, they suddenly heard a crisp slap.

“Pah—”

He slapped each of them with such force that they both turned their faces to the side and took two steps back.

Finally able to move, Fan Silang Fan Qingchen stared at the two men with bloodshot eyes, like a ferocious beast devouring a man. His arm was severely injured, half of his robe was stained with blood, and Fan Qingchen's raised arm was shaking, his face was tense, and his veins were trembling. His expression was too tense, and his emotions were too intense, so his handsome face looked ferocious and distorted.

Fan Qingchen kicked again, knocking the two men to the ground. He treated his servants, whom he regarded as worthless, like the most vicious master in the world. The lives of the two servants were nothing to him, and he kicked and beat them, his face twisted, looking at the two men as if they were the enemies who killed his father. Fan Qingchen's throat rolled, and the sound he made was heavy panting and hoarse:

"Who told you to act on your own? Who told you to press my acupoints?"

"You actually abandoned her, you actually abandoned Sister Luo!"

He was vicious, his chest was heavy, his eyes were red, and his emotions were so intense that the tears he tried hard to hold back almost burst out of his eyes: "Do you know what you are doing! I asked you to save her! But you actually hurt her!"

The two servants were brave and fearless in the face of the enemy, but their slave nature remained loyal. Facing their master's punches and kicks, they just knelt steadily and said, "The master asked us to protect the master..."

"I don't need it!" Even a nobleman like Fan Qingchen could say such vulgar words. He grabbed a man by the collar and was about to hit him again. His injured arm was numb with pain, and his whole body was shaking. "She is my life, she is my favorite... Go back, go back and save her, save her!"

Fan Qingchen went crazy, and the string of rationality snapped in her mind. It was a dark night, with endless snow and enemy soldiers who were stronger than her. How could she survive? Could she stand up to those fierce men?

She would be humiliated and die... just like all the beauties who died innocently in the battles of men throughout history...

He finally snatched her from Lu Yun, secretly took her away from Nanyang, wanted to marry her, and take her to the north...but he abandoned her! To those men who were staring at her like hungry wolves!

Fan Qingchen's face became even more distorted, and his arms were powerless. He kicked mercilessly, wanting to kill the two servants who made decisions for him. He was completely crazy, and his feet hit the joint bones, and he heard a crisp sound, which was the sound of bones breaking. But he didn't care, he wanted to kill these two people!

A vague voice in my ear said, "My dear, my dear, be calm..."

Fan Qingchen felt as if his heart was broken by a knife, and his mind was empty. He hated the person in front of him so much that he kicked and beat him, and suddenly rushed out of the Taoist temple like a madman, shaking all over. The man stepped on the snow and staggered down the slope. He fell to the ground and got up again, his head and face were all covered with snow. The gray and lost mood, the face of the girl kept appearing in front of him...

Fan Qingchen smiled miserably. He dug away the snow that was entangled with him, sobbed while laughing, and then spat out mouthfuls of blood: "Sister Luo! Sister Luo...wait for me, I will save you, I will save you..."

He fell to the ground in agony, "I'm too weak, I can't protect you... Sister Luo, Sister Luo..."

The two attendants who were supporting each other limped out from behind. Seeing Fan Silang running in the snow like a madman, they were shocked and did not care about their injuries and ran down the snow to support their husband.

He has lost his mind and is beating and scolding again!

The words became even more insulting!

As Fan Qingchen was going crazy, he and his two attendants suddenly looked up and heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves. The hooves were rumbling from far away and approaching. Fan Qingchen's face was still wooden, but the two attendants turned pale. They bent their bodies and desperately stood in front of the mad man, guarding against the approaching person - could it be that the pursuers had caught up?

Why are they so persistent? Could it be that they recognize their husbands' identities?

The sound of horse hooves approached, and seeing the huge army, the two attendants were filled with despair. They were almost ready to fight to the death to give their lover a chance to escape, but suddenly they saw that the man riding the horse in front of the army was not the enemy's vanguard leader they had just seen.

These soldiers are dressed in the attire of the Southern Army!

Then I looked at the two young men in the front. One was a young man, majestic, iron-blooded, with a hint of rage in his eyes, but he was just looking at me nonchalantly. The other young man was handsome and handsome, and his appearance and temperament were rare in the world.