Xiao Qingling walked to Tang Ming and naturally stretched out his hand to stroke Tang Ming's long hair that was scattered on his temples.

Tang Ming handed Sima Rulong's head in his hand to Xiao Ran on the side and smiled faintly.

"Old Li, I'll say that the origin of the head is quite big, right? Look, the expression of the Lord of Longcheng City is obviously a secret promise!"

Not far behind Tang Ming, Zhang Chongshan, who was packing up some things, shook his eyebrows at Lao Li and said.

"Shut up and you!"

Old Li glared at the unrestrained old guy.

They have been in the army together for seven years, and have experienced more than a dozen battles. If it weren't for this guy's mouth, they wouldn't have been a battalion of soldiers until now.

"Ahem..."

The dumb man who was holding the two turned their heads and happened to see the scene where Xiao Qingling tidied up Tang Ming's long hair. A smirk appeared on his originally pale face.

They were thirty-eight riders in their group, and now there are only six people left.

However, the results achieved have made their blood still boil.

He defeated 6,000 infantrymen, dispersed 10,000 cavalry, and killed Sima Rulong, the commander of Feixiong's army...

This was before, and they didn't dare to think about it.

Old Li seemed to be able to think that if he could go back this time, it would be not as simple as receiving rewards.

"First carry the mute in, let's repair it in the valley for two days."

Just as the few people were imagining, Tang Ming walked up to the three of them and handed the iron spear in his hand to the mute.

"Okay! Everyone is a man, don't worry, we understand!"
Chapter completed!