Amidst the raging mountain wind, Yuwen Sheng saw Zheng Quchi, who was riding on horseback like a shawl, her whole body almost floating in the wind, and the pack of nomadic barbarians chasing after her like wolves. His eyes were incredibly deep.
He waved to the soldiers behind him and shouted, "Fire!"
The white arrows of the Feather Army rained down like locusts, and he drew his sword from his waist, leaped off his horse, and followed the arrows.
At this moment, the nomadic barbarians, though half a beat slower than Zheng Quchi, also saw the army charging menacingly towards them.
The shocking flag, even from such a distance, left them no room for complacency.
Yes, it's Yuwen Sheng's army! He's brought them here!
In an instant, this group of barbarians, who were not afraid of tigers and leopards, were so frightened by a flag and a name that they wanted to rein in their horses and turn back.
But it was still too late. Even though the reins were pulled too hard, causing the horse's neck to tilt back and its front hooves to lift, it was still unable to turn its head and escape in time.
The phrase "terrified at the mere mention of his name" is insufficient to describe the scene when they saw Yuwen Sheng arrive on the wind, accompanied by a rain of arrows covering the sky.
Zheng Quchi's eyes were filled with surprise and excitement, and she was calling out to others. But when she saw Yuwen Sheng ignore her and walk past her toward the group of "lambs to the slaughter" behind him, she was completely stunned.
"...No, you saved me first?"
Her hands were frozen, perhaps because she had used too much force earlier, or perhaps because she saw Yuwen Sheng and the others arrive. Once a person lets their guard down, it's hard to continue.
She could have held on for a while thanks to a bit of inertia, but now with this sudden jolt, she'll definitely fall.
"Ahhh~"
It's not absolutely certain, but she's already been thrown out.
As she flew high above the ground, her eyes looked down. Just as she was about to fall off a precipice, an arm reached out and caught her around the waist, pulling her back from the edge of the cliff.
A wisp of alluring musky scent drifted past his nose, and Zheng Quchi sensed a familiar feeling. In a flash, he wrapped his arms around the person.
asshole!
What a bastard who refused to help someone in distress!
She was still shaken; her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.
"Let go."
"I won't let go." The voice was rough and unpleasant, with a hint of sob and resentment.
Yuwen Sheng felt sorry for his own ears when he heard this. He smiled and whispered in her ear in a devilish voice, "Okay, as long as you don't regret it."
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