Chapter 747 Take Me to the Battlefield
Although she knew that Long Muchen did this for the sake of her safety, but when she thought of getting along with Ah San or Zhu Sisi day and night.
It would be much easier to just lock her in the dungeon!
Qian Duoduo's dark eyes rolled twice, and she cuddled on Long Muchen's arm, discussing: "Fourteen, you're so worried about my safety, why don't you take me to the battlefield? I haven't seen what it was like to fight in ancient times, it must be very passionate! I'll be there to cheer you on!"
Long Muchen knew that it must be a bad thing for her to act like a baby all of a sudden!
He rolled his eyelids twice, and there was no room for negotiation at all.
"Absolutely not! Duo'er, you think the battlefield is a tug-of-war competition, and you need to cheer up? Before you clap your hands, you might be stabbed into a hornet's nest and taken back as a specimen~ where swords have no eyes, they change rapidly, what if they hurt you, what should you do?"
"This king has been alone all my life, and I have only had you until now. I will never allow you to suffer any harm!"
When Long Muchen thought of Qian Duoduo being injured, his heart ached.
This is the treasure that he waited for thousands of years for, which is unique and nothing can compare to her.
How could he put her in danger?
However, this sentence fell into Qian Duoduo's ears, why is it so weird?
Didn't have you until now?
It's like an old man in his fifties or sixties who has been infertile all his life, and when he reaches his seventies and eighties, he suddenly feels like he's getting old!
Qian Duoduo continued to blink her starry eyes and said flatteringly: "Fourteen, handsome old man, I promise not to run around, just stay in the tent, you can take me there, people say that once you put on the military uniform, you will be invincible, cold-blooded, decisive, and angry with both men and gods, my hairs stand on end just thinking about it~ such a classic scene, why don't you want to take me with you?"
Qian Duoduo flattered his ass like a bean, and in order to show his chicken jerky mood, he rolled up his sleeves and showed him the hairs he had pulled out.
For the first time, Long Muchen was not defeated by this little thing acting like a coquettish rascal,
Holding her shoulders, looking at her fixedly, he rejected her in one go.
"Duo'er, this king can promise you anything, but there is no room for discussion between the two of us on this matter! Even in the camp, there will be sudden attacks from the enemy anytime and anywhere."
Qian Duoduo opened her mouth, staring blankly at the extremely firm look in Long Muchen's eyes.
Thinking of those generals who threw their heads and blood, thinking of the story of a general becoming famous forever, thinking of the dark and dark fighting on the battlefield.
She was frightened for a while.
Originally just wanting to follow him just for fun, instantly turned into a kind of endless anxiety.
She couldn't bear the torment of staying in the capital every day, waiting for his battle situation.
She wanted to accompany him, whether it was smooth sailing or rough and muddy, hand in hand.
Qian Duoduo withdrew her thoughts, and became serious: "Fourteen, you can take me with you. After all, I am also familiar with Sun Tzu's ice method. Thirty-six strategies, maybe I can become your military advisor!"
"Okay, even if you read Lao Tzu's Art of War, I won't allow you to put yourself in danger, Duo'er, go to bed!"
Long Muchen was not happy to quarrel with her on this issue, so he would save himself a moment of disagreement and quarrel again.
On the last night, the two of them should spend it sweetly.