Jiang Chengjia lay down again, leaned in his arms, silently considering the countermeasures.

The two hugged each other for a moment, and the room became quiet.

After a while, Ning Nanyou asked softly: "Qianshan told me that four days ago, you were seriously injured and unconscious after fighting with the man in black who was preparing to attack me. Aluo, can you tell me in detail about the situation that day? Why do you ask me so anxiously about my dream after I woke up?"

Jiang Chengjia had already predicted that once she woke up, he would definitely ask such questions.

So I pondered for a moment in my heart and said slowly: "I asked you about the dream because I saw a man in black attacking you in my dream. The time and place of this incident and the clothes and dress of you and me are exactly the same as in my dreams. I was worried that I would ask like that... If I told you directly and clearly, I was afraid that you would not be able to believe it. Unexpectedly, you would have the same dream as me... Have you ever had such a foresight dream?"

She answered him according to the lies compiled by Qianshan, her eyes falling casually in other places, unrestrained.

Ning Nan was deeply worried and said, "No wonder, you asked me that way later. How did you fight with the man in black that day? How could you destroy the furnishings in the house like that?"

Jiang Chengjia's eyes shook, his pupils turned slightly, and he replied cautiously: "This person's martial arts skills are extremely powerful. It can be said that no one in the Jiuzhou continent can match him. He is very tall, strong in shape, and...strong in strength. I didn't even take a single move of him, and I was knocked away and fainted."

Ning Nan was suspicious: "Since he is so powerful in martial arts, why... when Lu Xun and Qianshan arrived, they had to escape in such a hurry?"

Jiang Chengjia didn't think about this question in advance, and couldn't help but feel tight. The look at him was filled with hesitation: "Maybe... do you don't want people to find his trace?"

But the husband grabbed this point and thought about it for several days, but he didn't come up with any reasonable explanation. He just felt puzzled.

Jiang Chengjia felt guilty and felt that she was full of panic. He was so concerned and anxious, but she couldn't tell the truth and wanted to deceive him. It was really sad.

She coaxed gently: "Don't think of this. I have asked Qianshan to investigate this matter in detail, and I believe there will be clues soon."

Ning Nanyou brows, turned slightly, and said seriously: "I'm afraid that this person was sent by Zhou Yuanmo... Since he wants to kill me, he will definitely attack you. Aluo, if Qianshan and Lu Xun had not arrived in time at that time, I'm afraid you... would be in danger."

He looked solemn, and his every move was all about care and concern for the girl.

Hearing that he suspected Zhou Yuanmo, Jiang Chengjia could not explain, and did not know how to respond to his concern at the moment, he felt uncomfortable. He gently held his cold palm and whispered: "Fortunately, I am not seriously injured now. Zhaoyuan, don't think too much. Zhou Yuanmo does not have such great ability yet, and can make his subordinates break through the heavy troops of the prefect's office. It's not too late to discuss everything after finding the results."

Even though Zhou Yuanmo acted extremely and was vicious, she did not want Ning Nanyou to misunderstand him because of unreasonable things.

Ning Nanyou: "If this matter was really done by Zhou Yuanmo, I would not let him go."

His tone was gloomy and cold, and he gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to tear the man away.

Jiang Chengjia couldn't help but frowned deeply, feeling uneasy.

If her lies are exposed in the future, will Ning Nanyou treat her like he is now?

The thought flashed through this moment, causing her to chill involuntarily.

Although the couple hugged each other at this moment, their thoughts were different.

At that time, the atmosphere in the enemy camps along the Canghe River was as solemn as in the border town.

But Ang Lee and others were worried about water, food and grass, while Ashanda was worried about the real intentions of Xianbei and Zhou Yuanmo.

It has been four days since the Huns withdrawn their troops.

The border town has no airtight protection and no information can be found.

Ashanda had no way of knowing whether there were reinforcements in the border town, so he did not dare to siege the city without hiring the army.

He had a violent temper and Soloqi was always instigating him, so he believed that Zhou Yuanmo had ulterior motives. On the first day of returning to the camp, he tied Zhou Yuanmo into the camp. Archie tried hard to dissuade him, but annoyed him and scolded him in public for being deceived by the traitor, not knowing the importance or the right measure.

That night, the Xianbei commander Shanqia was imprisoned by Zhou Yuanmu and became unhappy with Ashanda, intending to tear the alliance and return to his army.

The little Shanyu Archie personally went to the account led by the Xianbei commander to mediate the conflicts between the two sides, and was able to stabilize the alliance.

The atmosphere between the Huns and Xianbei was subtle, and there were tents along the Canghe River. Four hundred thousand troops were guarding them, but people were panic and had their own ulterior motives.

The tent set up next to the huge rocks of the river and reef diagonally across the bank, a faint smell of herbs came from the tent.

In the dark night, a conversation between a man and a woman came quietly.

"Why should you be so thankless? If you follow the lord in the border town, you won't have to suffer a lot."

The delicate and tender voice oozed out bit by bit. Under the dim candlelight, a woman in exposed clothes and beautiful figure was leaning on the front of the military couch, covered with medicine, and applied medicine to the young man who was lying on the bed to rest.

The man on the couch was slender and his snow-white back was covered with green and purple scars, and there was almost no place intact.

The medicine penetrated the wound on his back and penetrated into his skin, and a burst of burning and numbness came.

His eyes were gloomy and his face was cold.

Listening to the woman beside him, the dullness on the husband's face became even deeper. Before the woman could react, the person on the couch had turned over and his slender knuckles had pinched between the woman's thin white neck. He could be twisted immediately with just a little force.

The charming woman was trembling in great shock and her whole body shook into a sieve: "Langjun...Zhou Langjun..."

Her voice trembled, her face was pale and bleak, and the young man in front of her was holding her neck, and she didn't dare to move at all.

The young man said coldly with a ferocious expression: "Where do you think this is here? Do you dare to say such words so carelessly? Do you want me to send you down to see Yueying immediately?"

The woman heard the word Yueying from him and immediately shook her head wildly, saying embarrassingly: "I...I don't mean this, I just feel sorry for you, I feel sorry for you."

The young man sneered, holding the woman's neck with his hand harder, his eyes as bloodthirsty as it made people frightened: "Do you feel sorry for me? What qualifications do you have to feel sorry for me? Yuechun, take care of yourself and don't interfere in my affairs by yourself. If you cross the line, your fate will be like Yueying."

The girl nodded vigorously and said, "I know I am wrong, and I will never dare to interfere in my husband's affairs again. Please spare my husband's life!"

She looked frightened, and she felt a suffocation from her throat, and she was almost unable to breathe.

Zhou Yuanmo saw her eyes rolling up, her face turned red, and she climbed onto his wrist and tried to spread it open. She kept struggling. A trace of pity flashed in her eyes, and the hand holding her slender neck suddenly loosened.

The girl fled from his palm and struggled back several steps, staring at him with a pair of affectionate eyes, all in panic.

Zhou Yuanmo's eyebrows and eyes fell, he stood up and sat cross-legged, picked up the robe hanging on the side of the clothes, put it on his body, then raised his jaw and looked at the window, and said coldly to the trembling girl on the ground: "If you don't kill you today, get out."

The girl nodded repeatedly, raised her clothes that had fallen from her shoulders, and fled in a hurry toward the door of the camp. While running, she staggered a few times under her feet and almost fell out of the horizontal line of the ground.

She didn't dare to mess with the demon-like man inside anymore, and just wanted to escape as soon as possible.

The name mentioned by Lang Jun - Yueying, was lingering in her heart.

This woman named Yueying, like her, was just a maid who was with her husband, but she had a true love for him.

Finally, he was used by the husband and pretended to be a female assassin and rushed into the border city's protector's mansion, intending to assassinate the world's number one dancer Shao Yan.

Unexpectedly, the assassination failed and died under the sword of Langjun. Even his head was cut off. He disguised himself as the face of the dancer Shao Yan and presented it to the Hun King Ashanda.

Yueying was infatuated with everything, thinking about the husband, giving advice for him, and striving for him, but ended up dead without a complete body, which was so sad that it was hard to believe.

In the camp, the husband stared at the back of the girl who was fleeing in the desert, his eyes full of disdain and ridicule.

No one around him dared to truly accompany him to the danger. For him, no one in this world can truly keep his promises, keep his original heart, and not be filthed by the world.

Ning Nanyou is like this, Lu Xun is like this, even himself is like this.

Zhou Yuanmo had already seen through the essence of human nature, so he had become irrelevant to any emotion.

He loosened his muscles and bones, rubbed his sore shoulders and neck, tied up his clothes, then turned out from the curtains and walked quietly towards the end of the Canghe River. His dark clothes were submerged in the dark night, silently.

He walked to the bridge, put his hands together and blew gently between his lips, bringing a black shadow.

I saw the man bowing to him and called respectfully: "Mr.

Zhou Yuanmo went straight to the topic, and said in a naughty way: "You have been there for so long, and you have returned from the letter today. What did you find when you fell to the ground?"

The man held his breath and concentrated, took a deep breath, and replied with his fist: "Zhou Langjun, there are no reinforcements in the capital city in the border city."

Zhou Yuanmo had already predicted it, so he was not very surprised. He just frowned and asked coldly: "Since that's the case, why would the Wei army that had set up the formation in the border town increase by as many as 90,000 people four days ago?"

The black shadow hid in the night and replied urged: "This is because... the ninety thousand extra people are the people in the city."

Zhou Yuanmo paused, and a cold light flashed through his dark eyes: "They are very good at bluffing."

The black shadow spoke silently.
Chapter completed!