After Being Forced to Marry the Evil Star General

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Li Yucheng came back to his senses, seeing Zhao Yelan was on the verge of falling, he hurried forward with Xiao Gao to support him.

"Where are the others?" Zhao Yelan struggled to get up, turned his head to look at the road ahead, among the figures coming and going, no one was Yan Mingting.

He ran to the road, checked them one by one, and asked hoarsely, "Did you see Yan Mingting?"

Those people were inexplicably caught asking questions, and when they saw his red eyes, they were terrified, afraid of getting into trouble, they waved their hands, broke away from him, and ran away quickly.

Zhao Yelan walked all the way forward, watching the sun sinking a little bit, he stepped on the ground and fell on the road.

"My God, don't run around, go back first, maybe he just got off the horse to take a piss, and the horse didn't obey and ran back by himself." Li Yucheng hurriedly helped him up and comforted him.

Zhao Yelan's absent-minded eyes gradually focused: "You are right, maybe it is like this."

"Ah? What kind?" Li Yucheng was also confused. What did he just say?

Zhao Yelan forgot the pain on his body and the dust on his clothes, and ran back quickly, and the sweaty horse also ran over.

"He just got off the horse halfway, right? You take me to find him." After Zhao Yelan finished speaking, he rode on.

Yan Mingting was right, the sweaty BMW was still a bit difficult for him to control, the speed was too fast, he staggered several times before he managed to stabilize his figure, tried not to let himself fall, and shouted Yan along the way. Ming Ting's name.

"Is he crazy?" Li Yucheng hurriedly asked Xiao Gao to follow, and he returned to the city and hired a carriage to catch up.

"Yan Mingting!"

"Yan Mingting, where are you!"

Zhao Yelan yelled all the way, Li Yucheng and Xiao Gao followed behind and kept yelling. It was completely dark, and the three of them searched for a long time on the dark road. Xiao Gao held a torch and led the way for Zhao Yelan.

Zhao Yelan's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't shout anymore. Looking at the endless night and road ahead, he suddenly didn't know what he was doing.

He should have returned to the city from the very beginning and asked someone to start a carpet search, or, instead of letting Yan Mingting come back earlier, let him stay in southern Xinjiang for a while and return with the army, then Yan Mingting must not Will just disappear on the way home.

Or, he shouldn't have let Yan Mingting go to southern Xinjiang in the first place.

There are so many people who know how to fight, but there is only one Yan Mingting.

Xiao Gao was walking in front, suddenly his ears moved slightly, and he heard a faint sob. He turned his head and saw Zhao Yelan raised a hand, pressing his palm on his eye, and a teardrop rolled down the end of his eye to his cheek.

Xiao Gao was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he pointed at him tremblingly, and when he was about to speak, Li Yucheng gave him a wink, and then he closed his mouth belatedly, turned his head and looked ahead, pretending that he didn't see anything .

The horse was still walking forward, and the three of them kept silent on the road.

Xiao Gao didn't hear his cry again, as if what he heard just now was his illusion, or maybe, the adults just restrained and suppressed it, and didn't dare to let them hear any more movement.