Su Wanrong made a harsh statement, originally trying to threaten him and take the opportunity to delay time. Unexpectedly, Sanar had always had the best face. He did not threaten him at all, and he didn't know what touched him this time, but he actually angered him.

"I, Sanar, is the most brave and resourceful general in Xixia. How could I be afraid of you, the emperor's son of Jinyuan? Let me tell you the truth, I have set up an ambush outside the camp, and now I will sleep with you. When the emperor's son comes to the door, I will order someone to capture him and sleep with his queen in front of him! Let him watch how I insult you. I want to see, your wise and powerful Majesty, how can you kill me, a villain!"

After saying this, Sanal reached out to her clothes and pulled it hard. Only when he heard the sound of "stinging" cracking of silk sounds, a thin layer of silk material was torn off by him. The red strap made the trembling snow-jade body on the half side look white. Sanal's eyes turned red and his blood was ignited.

Su Wanrong was frightened. Seeing that Gao Shuo's body was about to pounce on her, her mind was blank, she screamed in shock, as if she had tried her best, and kicked his lower body with her legs bent.

Sanar was so fond of desire, and saw her delicate and weak hands and feet being wrapped around her. She would be so embarrassed that she screamed in pain, and she arched her waist to cover the place. After a long time of rest, she couldn't recover.

And Su Wanrong took advantage of this gap and gritted her teeth and used her elbows, struggling and twisting to hide from behind. But her hands and feet were all bound. Even if she used her strength to bury her, where could she hide?

Sure enough, after a moment, she felt her ankle tightening. Su Wanrong widened her eyes and screamed in surprise. Her whole body was pulled back like a sack. Then there was a huge black shadow covering her head.

Sanal's face turned red with anger and gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Bitch!"

He was obviously completely angry and sat on her waist and abdomen. Thinking of her merciless kick just now, he became angry and slapped her on the cheek. His face was fierce and twisted, and he kept cursing with evil words.

It is still unknown whether it is the bravest general in Xixia. However, a man with martial arts and huge body slapped him with tens of force. Su Wanrong felt that half of the face was beaten suddenly lost consciousness, and her head was rumbling and her consciousness began to blur.

But this is not all.

When his brain was dizzy, Sanal grabbed her broken skirt and thorned it suddenly. The silk material was thin and soft, and it was pulled down directly. The beautiful body inside was almost exposed to the air.

When the man on his body licked his lips, his eyes were red and his wicked smiled and he began to untie his trouser belt. An unprecedented sense of despair swept in an instant, Su Wanrong struggled incompetently, and closed her eyes tremblingly.

Unexpectedly, the expected invasion did not come as expected, and a muffled groan came in his ears, and the force suppressing her was relaxed in vain.

Yinmang will never forget the scene he saw after lifting the curtain.

Sanar pressed against Su Wanrong with only a half-open middle garment. Su Wanrong was tied with her hands and feet, biting her lips and closing her eyes, facing him, and she shed tears. Her bellyband was torn to pieces, and her shame-covered underwear was also hung crookedly around her waist. She could hardly cover her body!

The little girl holding it in her palm and caring for her was bullied like this, Yinmang's eyes were bloodshot!

He rushed forward quickly, grabbed the man's neck, and swung him to the ground with red eyes.

Sanar wanted to attack his heart, but he never noticed that someone was raiding behind him. His forehead hit a sharp stone, and bright red blood rushed out in an instant.

He didn't even have time to hug his head and cried out pain, and then there were even more dull blows coming from his back. It was Yin Mang who picked up an abandoned iron rod in the tent, and heaved it one by one, and he tried to hit it hard.

The man in rage had a slightly ferocious face and his eyes were as dull as frost.

Yinmang pursed his sharp thin lips, and his aura was fierce. He didn't say a word from beginning to end, so naturally he would not give anyone lying on the ground any chance to breathe. However, the force of swinging the iron rod became stronger and stronger. In a few strokes, blood began to overflow from the corner of Sanar's mouth, his eyes were bloodshot and opened, and his limbs were spread out, and he was beaten to death by the stick.

In fact, when I think of the humiliation that Su Wanrong suffered, how could Yinmang relieve his anger after such a few simple moves?

Drawing the dagger from his waist, he was about to continue to make up a few more stabs at Sanar's Mingmen. The subtle and intermittent sob of his daughter's house slightly pulled back his consciousness. Yinmang threw away the iron stick in his hand and walked into the inside of the tent.

Because of a sudden war, we had a separation for two years. When we met again, Yinmang never thought that it would be a way that made him so angry that he was almost mad.

The little girl was obviously very scared, and she didn't even realize that she had been rescued. Her head was tilted to one side, her eyes were closed tightly, and her cheeks were slightly swollen, and her slender body was trembling, just like the tender leaves that were shaking from the wind on the branches.

He saw her like this, and his chest seemed to be pulled together, twisting it twice. He strode forward, unbuttoning the hemp rope that wrapped her hands and feet. Then he took off his cloak that was still stained with the blood of the enemy, and wrapped her naked body firmly around her. He whispered to her:

"Wanwan..."

She was still crying and ignored it.

Yinmang knelt on one knee, trying to hold her shoulder and put her in his arms.

Su Wanrong cried sobbed and her consciousness was a little blurred. She didn't dare to open her eyes, but she noticed that someone was moving her body. She thought she was still the one who wanted to invade her. She raised her arms in shock and angrily, pushing him and hitting him. Not long after, her wrist was caught.

The person who caught her was extremely gentle, which was very different from the roughness of Sanar just now. Then a male voice came in from her ear. Low, familiar, and slowly, calling her boudoir name over and over again...

Su Wanrong opened her eyes in surprise.

His vision has returned to a little clearness, and he has seen the man's enlarged face.

The man who had just arrived from the battlefield was still wearing the hard armor stained with bloody and evil spirit. It was the terrifying smell left after killing many enemy heads. Such a man with bloody face was Xiao Leng and tough, and when he looked down at her, his eyes were soft.

Su Wanrong stared at this man who had been away for two years. Her tears that had finally stopped for a while were just dripping down.

Yinmang's heart was as if it were a knife.

He clenched his fists, pursed his lips and arms and hugged her tightly. At the same time, Su Wanrong couldn't help but pounce on her, like a drowning person, finding the last driftwood. He got into his arms, pressed his cheek against the cold iron armor, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Why, why didn't you come here earlier... Why didn't you come here earlier..."

As if all the fear, helplessness, and panic broke out completely at this moment. Su Wanrong cried while pounding his chest.

Yinmang pursed his thin lips tightly and let her vent her vent. Thinking of the scene just now, he still had fear in his heart. If he had taken a step further, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"It's because I'm not good, don't be afraid, I'll take you back now."

He lowered his head, his thin lips imprinted on the top of her head. He moved slightly, and then whispered in her ear.

**

Yinmang was tall, and the cloak he took off could cover Su Wanrong. He just wrapped around her body, hugged her like a child, and walked out of the camp.

Su Wanrong's face was buried in his chest. After all, it was her daughter's house. When she encountered such a thing for the first time, she naturally felt infinite grievances in her heart. When she was extremely scared, she didn't know how to react. Now she was finally rescued, and tears were like beads with broken threads, not under her control, and kept dripping downwards.

Yinmang naturally couldn't stand her crying, but now it is not the best time to comfort her.

Hearing the news of her disappearance just now, he stopped the army and rushed over. Even though he found the ambush here and solved it one by one at the fastest speed. This place was still not safe. They had to return to their camp as soon as possible.

Su Wanrong was in a mess, Yinmang hugged her and got on the horse, then turned over and stepped behind her, protecting her firmly with her powerful body.
Chapter completed!