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Chapter 3877

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The suffering the previous host had suffered in the Qi Kingdom was definitely millions of times worse than the person in front of her.

If training the soldiers in the martial arts field was hard enough, then what was the time when she was defending the dead city?

"Miss usually stays in the boudoir, so you don't know what hard work is." Gu Shaohua did not call her Queen, nor did she call her by her full name.

It was just that 'Miss, Miss', it gave people a very distant feeling.

"Let's have a match over there." Luo Qingchen gently put down the round fan in her hand, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

Rong Jing looked at her from the side, his eyes filled with admiration and love.

Although Gu Shaohua had been on the battlefield all year round, her martial arts were definitely above hers.

So even if it was a match, he had nothing to worry about.

On the contrary, there was an inexplicable joy in her heart, as if she was being valued.

In the past, he had never felt such a comfortable feeling.

"Miss, don't joke around." Gu Shaohua's eyes flashed with a dark light, but the corners of her mouth curved into a mocking smile: "You probably won't even be able to lift your sword … …"

In the next second, there was a 'kuang dang' sound. Luo Qingchen directly jumped up, pulling out a long sword from the hand of a guard at the side, and attacked in Gu Shaohua's direction.

Her speed was very fast. Gu Shaohua did not even have time to react before she was already in front of her.

Although her head did not turn, her body was very honest.

She only saw her raise the long spear in her hand to block with all her might. She could completely feel the other's pressure.

"Si — —" The surrounding soldiers all sucked in a breath of cold air.

The future Queen in front of them was wearing a silk skirt, the wind blew her hair. She looked so delicate, but the aura she gave off when she held the long sword was so strong.

"You … …" Gu Shaohua was stunned, beads of sweat unconsciously appearing on her forehead.

That collision of strength just now had let her feel the other's strength.

Her martial arts … …

"A straightforward person does not speak insinuations, I also do not like to beat around the bush." Luo Qingchen raised her long sword, the corners of her mouth curved into a faint cold smile: "The winner is king."

The other party already put it like this, it was already impossible for Gu Shaohua not to fight.

Even though she could feel the powerful aura from her opponent, she still had to fight this battle.

She originally wanted to fight, but she didn't know why, but at this moment, when she looked into Luo Qingchen's eyes, she felt an inexplicable sense of fear in her heart.

It was as if her eyes were cold and fearless, as if she was not afraid of anything.

Gu Shaohua took a deep breath and gripped his spear tightly. "Come."

"Hmph." Luo Qingchen snorted and muttered, "You overestimate yourself."

In an instant, she leaped and attacked Gu Shaohua.

She was certain that her sword skills had already reached the pinnacle of perfection. Unfortunately, she did not have the Phoenix Dance Sword in her hands, so it was not very convenient to use.

However, it only took him a few seconds to knock down the spear in Gu Shaohua's hand.

Clang! The long spear fell to the ground.

The long sword in Luo Qingchen's hand went straight to her throat. Her eyes were floating, and she was slightly in disbelief.

After a few seconds, she frowned and lowered her eyes.

"You lost." Luo Qingchen's right hand loosened, and the long sword fell to the ground.

The night wind blew gently. She slightly tidied her clothes, the corners of her mouth curved into a faint smile, and walked towards Rong Jing.

He slowly stood up, reached out his hand to catch her, and pulled her into his embrace.

"Are you hot?" His voice was very gentle. The surrounding eunuchs and palace maids all lowered their eyes.

They had never seen Rong Jing like this before, and their hearts were filled with fear.

"En." Luo Qingchen picked up the round fan again, looking as if she was used to it.

She tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and said: "Let's go back and drink iced plum soup."

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