"Your Majesty, General Wang is right. Isn't it ridiculous for our Majesty to look down on us now?"
"That's right. Ever since he came here, he's been hanging out in his room with that Miss Su Luo all day. I don't know what he's doing!"
"He was the one who said he wanted to kill Su Luo, and now he's the one who's protecting her. He's the one who's investigating us because of Su Luo's whispering! Isn't our Majesty confused?!"
"You guys!" Marshal Pu seemed to be furious, but he was not angry in his heart. Instead, he felt very happy because this group of people actually expressed his true thoughts.
He still has a lot of opinions about His Majesty.
But in the end, Marshal Pu still waved his hand impatiently: "Whatever you think, get out of here!"
"But……"
"roll!"
A group of generals left in disgrace...
Outside.
"General Luo, please stay."
"General Li, excuse me for a moment."
"General Wang, shall we talk?"
This group of generals were not puppets. On the contrary, they all had their own opinions. So after leaving Marshal Pu's central tent, these nine generals gathered together unconsciously.
Normally these nine people are not harmonious with each other and have many conflicts, but now they have a common target of resistance, that is the Demon Emperor.
And at this moment, in the central tent.
"General, after the nine generals left, they all gathered in General Wang's tent and discussed matters until the lights were turned on before leaving."
Marshal Pu touched his chin, a slight smile on his lips... These nine people are really interesting, they are so brave! He had never noticed it before!
However, thinking of the ongoing troop inventory, Marshal Pu felt extremely depressed!
Your Majesty, Your Majesty, why do you force us like this? What good will this do you? Furthermore, you don't have any experts to protect you, and your body is already so damaged. Do you really want to commit suicide like this?
Tonight, I am destined to have a sleepless night.
And at this moment, in the main room of the Marshal's Mansion.
Nangong Liuyun and Su Luo's room.
Su Luo shouted that she was injured and asked Nangong Liuyun to help her wash her hair.
Only Su Luo dared to bring this up. Who else would dare ask the godlike Nangong Second Young Master to wash their hair? Are you tired of living?
But Nangong Liuyun just agreed.
He let Su Luo lie flat on the couch. He sat behind her, lifted up his wide sleeves, and washed her long black hair inch by inch.
Su Luo's hair is really nice, black, shiny, soft and smooth.
After washing her hair, Nangong Liuyun leaned against the head of the bed, and Su Luo lay sideways with her head resting on Nangong Liuyun's legs.
Nangong Liuyun's hands, which only held the sword, were now holding a piece of fine cotton cloth, gently stroking Su Luo's black hair.
His movements were gentle and careful, as if he was holding fragile porcelain.
It is obvious that one can use internal energy to dry the moisture in the hair, which only takes a few seconds, but these two people took an entire hour to dry it.
From a distance, the room seemed extremely warm and had an intoxicating tenderness.
The two of them chatted idly.
Su Luo lay on Nangong Liuyun's knees, tilting her little face upwards, her beautiful eyes fluttering. "What should we do next? Do you have a plan?"
"What do you think?" Nangong Liuyun used the white cotton cloth to dry the wet hair, and continued to absorb the moisture from the black hair inch by inch.
"You must have a plan, but I don't know what it is."
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