Man approaches the girl.

The girl has no human affairs and doesn't know how to do it.

Just stiffened, waiting for Zhao Wujiang.

Slowly, some clothes gradually scattered beside the fire, firewood crackled, and the firelight shook the shadow of Zhao Wujiang's fitting with the girl.

The moans accompanied by pain, the shadows swayed, and the firelight was used as the curtain to reveal a big drama.

The protagonists in the play have a huge difference in strength and they fight each other, and they are in a 30-7-7 relationship.

Zhao Wujiang San, Girl Seven.

Three times he plowed the courtyard and swept the hole, and seven times he called the girl to be sad and humble.

Outside the cave, the wind and snow were getting heavier and heavier, and Xuelang Xiaobai and Ma Xiaohong were not sure where they went.

After nearly an hour, the fusion in the cave slowly stopped.

The girl's silver-white hair is like a waterfall, her pretty face is blushing, and there is a hint of peace and satisfaction. She leaned gently in Zhao Wujiang's arms, and her snow-white body reflected a hint of pink under the firelight.

"Zhao Wujiang, is Daxia and our Wangting really going to fight?" The girl held her hair, her fingertips wrapped around her fingers, and her water-blue eyes were full of light.

"Daxia has always advocated peace and never provoked other countries or invaded the territory of other countries." Zhao Wujiang hugged the girl, gently stroked the girl's smooth body, and explained gently:

"It's the grassland royal court, and I have always wanted to attack the Great Xia Dynasty."

"What if... what if we don't attack Daxia? Will we be at peace?" The girl frowned and pursed her red lips:

"What should we do if the war happens?"

The girl raised her head slightly, stared at Zhao Wujiang's deep eyes, and said seriously:

"I don't want to see you on the battlefield, nor do I want this war to die those close to you and me."

"The war is something that cannot be stopped by a tiny individual force." Zhao Wujiang sighed.

"Yes." The girl moisturized her red lips tightly:

"Do you know, why I was chased by the people from the Golden Tent Royal Court?"

Zhao Wujiang's eyes became deeper and he shook his head slightly.

The girl began to tell the story of a series of major events that happened in the Prairie Royal Court recently.

The fire swayed, the girl's voice was soft and erect.

The grassland royal court is composed of the golden tent royal court and the jade tent royal court. Each of the two royal courts has a king and a high priest to dominate the affairs of the royal court.

Five years ago.

The Golden Tent and Jade Tent welcomed Xuanyuan Yuheng, the free-spirited king of the Great Xia Dynasty. Xuanyuan Yuheng, as an intermediary, allowed the grasslands separated by thousands of rivers and mountains to officially start contacting Miaojiang.

Under the plan, Xuanyuan Yuheng made two promises to the Grassland King Court, asking the Grassland King Court to attack the Daxia Dynasty together with Miaojiang. After the matter was completed, in addition to the promise, there were also some of the territory and resources of the Daxia as a thank you.

The Golden Entrance King Court and the Jade Entrance King Court agreed to this matter and officially began to prepare for the war.

However, last year, in the early winter of the year of Kuihai, Xuanyuan Yuheng, who had been in contact with the Grassland Royal Court, lost his news. The Grassland Royal Court was waiting, causing turmoil.

Some people believe that even without Xuanyuan Yuheng, this battle must be fought, and the warriors of the royal court can fully tilt the territory of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Some people believe that Xuanyuan Yuheng was born in Daxia after all, and was born and raised in Daxia. Now that he has broken off contact, he may have regretted it temporarily.
Chapter completed!