Becoming the Empress: Golden Finger Set Under My Bed

Iron Horse Glacier came to dream.

"I must go in this battle! Prepare for the battle."

The boy's voice faintly came from the big account, with a little determination.

"Major, your injury ..."

"Maybe."

As soon as the words fell, the big account was suddenly opened, and a young man wearing a black-colored fishscale battle armor strode out.

An Rushuang could see him clearly, and could not help but feel nervous.

This originally perfect and handsome face, but now there is a scarring scratch from the corner of the eye, half of the face flesh slightly valgus, still glowing red.

Paired with a pair of dark eyes like the abyss, it feels horrible.

An Rushuang held her breath and couldn't help but take a two-step back, but ran straight into the puddle behind her. A murmur sounded, and she just wanted to hug her leg and mourn.

The teenager looked at her with a smile on her lips, and stretched out her hand to touch her furry head: "Why, are you afraid of me?"

He used the word 'ye', and wanted to be shocked that he had ruined this picture of heaven and man, not only her, but An Rushuang could not help but slightly distressed, she bowed her head, two hoofs chopping underground

Pulling the yellow sand.

Yes, it's a pair of horseshoes.

How could she fall into such a situation? Speaking of this matter is already a thing of the previous life, but when talking about this past life, it is quite heartbreaking.

She was stricken by heart, the man was the prince and her husband-in-law.

But after wearing that robe, it seemed that he had changed a person, and no longer had the tenderness and sweetness of the past.

Later, she also received her sister-in-law.

The sister-in-law was pregnant. By August, the dragon species was not guaranteed, and the safflower was detected in the birth control medicine. All the blame fell on her.

The two good sisters who grew up with her were also implicated, and they went to the frontier with her husband and could no longer meet.

But I never thought that this was just the beginning—the murder of the Crown Prince by the Empress of the Nonggong Palace should be punished by the heart, and the rebellious heart of the Prince Prince Fufu Tongtang was clearly revealed, and the Nine clans sat down.

Ah! What a ninth race to sit!

But her sister-in-law broke off with Anjia long before the decree!

She was the last to be punished, watching her loved ones guillotine.

She remembered the punishment of the heart, and the taste of painful bone marrow gradually spread to the limbs and bones, and the vitality was cut off-she became a horse.

This desert yellow sand, An Rushuang has never seen, nor has this handsome young man in front of him.

He stroked his neck and praised her with the corners of his lips lightly: If it's so good, let it be.

About last year, he owed him. The world said that he would like to be the best in the next life. But she couldn't remember what she owed the boy.

An Rushuang had settled near this big account for half a month, and the audience called him Major General. During this period, he also fought a battle with the boy, and he was not badly injured that time.

This is only a few days. I'm afraid that the scar will have to be cracked by waving a spear?

An Rushuang hurt him with a snack, so when he came over to pull the reins, he tried **** his heels, but Jin Er fell back like a donkey, no matter how he coaxed him.

A teenager behind the major general could not see the horse's laziness, and with a cold hum, he raised his hand and flicked her hard!

Although it is thick and fleshy now, there is still a fierce pain coming. She can't help but bite her teeth and tears, but she doesn't yell and still doesn't leave.

"Du Yong! Who told you to hit it!"

The Major General frowned and yelled at the young man, stepped on a pair of soap boots to the side, and touched her neck and pressed it to her ear. "If you really don't go, I can take the black jade.

. "

He named her Hoarfrost, and Black Jade was another horse, tied to the side. She had seen it once, hum! Black paint is smeared and very sloppy.

She licked his face with great anxiety, and then bit his clothes and pulled him into the tent.

He still has to rest now, and there is a saying well that he stays in the mountains and is not afraid that there is no wood burning.

"Major General ... it, it seems to be worried about you ..."

That Du Yong saw this scene, and his surprised eyes were like bull's eyes.

With a smile on his face, the major general said, "I know, it always makes sense."

She reached out and patted her head. "Don't worry, I can't die now, and we will win this battle."

An Rushuang looked up at him, seeing that he didn't know what he thought of, looking far into the distance, for a moment, black eyes were stunned, like an eternal night that could not be turned away, and it was like the coldness of **** on earth

.

This battle is still gone.

He was going to fight in person, no one could stop him, not to mention that he was just a trivial horse.

Before coming here, she never knew the cruelty of war.

Until he became a horse, he could see the wreckage of the broken limb, hear the roar of death, and smell the air—a thick, **** smell.

A sound of breaking wind sounded, and An Rushuang's body was in pain, and blood ran down the sharp arrows, stained with snow-colored fur.

Every run affected the wound. The severe pain made her almost want to roll, but she still carried the boy on her back. If she was taken off the horse, she would be dead in this scuffle.

Suspicious, how innocent he is!

All he could do was grit his teeth, a pair of chaotic and apathetic eyes hurt, and only followed the reins, ripping his feet full of energy.

Suddenly, he smelled a strong **** smell, and from the left came a man in silver and white armor. The long sword in his hand was ticking with blood.

While the major general was still dealing with the enemy, the man turned in front of him.

Du Xiao. The camp that had just arrived with the army five days ago.

Seeing him looking fierce, it wasn't as if he had come to reinforce him, An Rushuang's heart was restless ...

Sure enough, Du Xiao's lips brought a sly smile, and a **** sword stabbed straight at the boy in his hand!

But in an instant, Du Xiao's face turned pale. This white horse seemed to be spiritual. It hissed and screamed, and the flowing cloud-like horse stood upright, standing directly on its back.

Boy blocked the blow!

A long sword penetrated deeply into the white horse's viscera, and the white horse was infested with blood.

At the same time, a long pistol struck between the electric light and flint, and it penetrated Du Xiao!

"White frost!" Major General turned over and jumped off the horse's back, his thin lips clenched, and a pair of black eyes looked at her heavily. The dark cloak slammed in the cold wind of the desert.

Xiao Xie's corpse.

The vitality gradually passed away, and no matter how thick the fur was, it couldn't stop the chill. An Rushuang only felt cold, as if he had returned to the guillotine ...

Her body fell suddenly, and the major general's sad face calmed down in her eyes. She wanted to say "careful" to him.

But she only uttered a dying sorrow in the mouth. In the end, An Rushuang only had a vast blood in front of her eyes ...