Chapter 52 Dragon Battle in the Wild 2

He took the lead and walked in the front of the army. Behind him, 20,000 sergeants drove out of the city. Along the way, all the people of Li bowed down and sent the army to the expedition, shouting long live the Lailun tribe.

The effort can be said to be full of pride. With a smile on his face, he looks down at the sky, and the feeling of controlling everything arises spontaneously. Wherever his eyes go, there is a respectful body.

A shadow mingled in the crowd, bowing its head, looking up at the Prime Minister from time to time, tears have not dry, poor, this person is none other than Mesomea, who is private with Kowloon for life.

He struggled to glance at the people and suddenly saw a familiar shadow, but when he saw the figure in coarse cloth, he did not pay much attention. However, when Methemia raised his head, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief and suddenly shot out two sharp lights through layers of obstacles. He was sure that he was himself. My sister Mesomea.

Mesomea did not know that his brother had stared at her, but he was busy looking for the Langjun in his heart. Twenty thousand troops were vast. It was as difficult to find a person like a needle at the bottom of the sea, but Mesomea was unswerving, and her beautiful eyes flashed frequently, chasing Lang Jun's figure.

"Damn it, how can Mesomea be here, but hide for fear of being seen!" The hard eyes flashed and muttered to himself, "I'm afraid I'm looking for Roxus again. That humble slave is really unreasonable! That's not the case!"

Fei Li's face turned slightly red, and his anger slowly surged up. How noble his sister Mesomea's identity is, but she secretly fell in love with the humble Kowloon. If Jiulong's power is great, or his cultivation is shocking, or his waist is overwhelming, he absolutely in favor of this marriage with his hands. After all, this is Mesomea's own choice. , but Kowloon has nothing. It can be said that the door is improper and the household is wrong. How hard it is to be willing!

"God-given a good opportunity. In any case, the Tes people of Chicago will be shroud and killed in the battlefield, otherwise it will be difficult to solve my hatred!" He cursed hard.

Kowloon was wearing a high-headed horse, wearing his whole body, walking in front of the 18th Heavy Cavalry, holding his head high and looking ahead. The horse's neat kicking sound, mixed with long hiss, all venting the ubiquitous spirit of killing.

Suddenly, he saw Mesomea wearing a coarse cloth and chasing himself in a panic. His heart was fray. He opened his mouth to shout and attract Mesomea's attention, but when he raised his eyes, the three armies marched out of the city, but it made Kowloon extremely difficult and closed his mouth again.

Without the heart of pity and cherishing the jade, Kowloon suddenly turned his head and no longer looked at the crowd. Following the roar of the horse, he walked towards the city gate.

In the corner, two slave-like people whispered and discussed sneaky, and their eyes stared straight at the shadow of Mesomea.

Today, Master Rogers, the son of the Grand Duke of the Talmud, wore a white robe, held the folding fan in his hand, swaying leisurely, and looked idle. Suddenly, the earth shook and the drums were huge. Relying on his experience, he immediately judged that this was a well-trained war horse moving forward, and suddenly shot two sharp rays in his eyes.

Rogers knew that today was the day of the expedition of the Teslas in Chicago. Sure enough, in less than a quarter of an hour, he took the lead and was on top of the majestic jungle overlord lion, with a high and eyeless look that Rogers was disgusted. Evil.

"Damn it, it's me, the striker general of the Tes in Chicago, damn it!" Rogers' face was as gloomy and cursed hard, but he couldn't take his eyes off the front. There was still how Rogers cursed, but he didn't know the majestic effort.

"One day, I will tell you to die! A miserable death!" Rogers was even more angry, but he had no choice but to watch the 20,000 troops lead out of the city.

"Young master, I found Mesomea!" A servant suddenly ran over sneakily, arched his waist deeply at Rogers, and said slightly.

"Get out of here, Mesomea!" Rogers was angry when he suddenly heard the servant shouting. From the middle of his anger, he kicked the servant to eat shit and cursed angrily. Suddenly, he trembled like being struck by lightning, and a sharp light suddenly shot out of his eyes.

Rogers pulled up the servant who fell to the ground, looked left and right, and asked nervously, "What did you just say? Say it again!"

Yes! Yes! Yes!" The servant quickly got up and said submissively, "Master Rogers, we found Methomea, who was dressed in coarse cloth and was wandering in the messy crowd. What did she seem to be looking for?"

"What did you say, say it again!" Rogers looked at the servant in disbelief and was shocked. Mesomea was dressed in coarse cloth and mixed in the messy crowd...

"Where is it? Take me to see it!" Rogers was incoherent, tore the servant's clothes randomly, and walked in the direction of Super Mesomea under the guidance of the servant.

Rogers looked far into the distance. Sure enough, although Mesomea was wearing a plain dress, the graceful, mud-stained and holyness was extremely clear. She was like a white lotus flower independent of the world, which was excellent and beautiful.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" When Rogers saw Mesomea's figure, his eyes were involuntarily bright, and then he laughed crazily, "God-given a good opportunity, God-given good opportunity!"

Rogers laughed wildly and glanced at the vast army, and his face gradually showed a trace of ferociousness and **. "Leren Feili, you are reluctant to let the child trap the wolf and lose your conscience. You pretended to give your sister to me, but you secretly promised my father and made a ridiculous conspiracy to alienate my father and son!"

"Hey, you, Lelan, have the risk of mountains and rivers, and the depth of the sea, but you don't know that people are not as good as God. Today, let me take some interest from your dear sister. Our general account will be carefully reviewed after you come back!"

Rogers's face was gloomy, and his mouth leaned on the servant's ear and muttered quietly for a while. The servant listened to Rogers' idea and nodded frequently until finally, he followed Rogers with a smile and disappeared into the chaotic crowd.

Rogers watched the servant go far away, with a strange and insidious smile on his face, and laughed out loud, "It seems that today's good luck is at the head, and the blessings are not shallow. The colorful Mesomia is about to moan in my**..."

Far away, Jiulong quietly turned his head and looked at the beautiful shadow. His reluctance was even better, but for the future of the two of them, Kowloon had to struggle. Otherwise, those waiting for him and Mesomea would be a series of bad luck.

Finally, his horse stepped out of the gate of Cairo, and Kowloon looked up at the sky. The shadow wandered in the clouds, but it was just an unforgettable imprint in his heart. From then on, he and the people in his heart were far away from each other. I don't know how long it was.

Unable to find the figure of Kowloon, Mesomea looked up at the vast army hesitantly and unconsciously rippled her heart. She lowered her head and silently looked at a pair of jade feet. She didn't know whether it was sour or bitter in her heart. Her heart followed Jiulong and flew away, flying up to the clouds and looked down at the bloody battlefield. Where With the blood and tears sprinkled by Kowloon, there is no great cause forged by Kowloon, which is indelible and towering into the clouds.

Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed away. The dark shadow was very fast and like a ghost. It brushed and covered Mesomea's mouth. Immediately after it, a huge black bag shone on its head. Mesomea, who had no power to bind chickens, was tightly tied to the black bag.

The dark shadow lifted the cloth bag and disappeared without a trace. From beginning to end, Mesomea did not make a sound, as if nothing had ever happened.

In a hotel, Rogers stroked an emerald wine glass in his hand and gently sniffed the wine in the glass. His eyes sparkled with excitement. Suddenly, Rogers drank it all and sighed happily, "There are thousands of glasses of wine, drunken beauty unconsciously, good wine! Good wine!"

Rogers drank by himself, took another sip of wine, and sighed again, "I miss you all day long, and it's hard to sleep, just to get drunk and solve your kindness and hatred, and the beauty in your arms to spend the beautiful scenery together...,... Death under the peony flower, and it's romantic to be a ghost!"

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Then came Rogers' unbridled release. Laughter...