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"I-can I get through?"

"Yes, you," he said dryly.

"But, Zhou Bo-you--won't you send us away?"

"Nope. I'm going to break up with you here. “

She looked around in horror, at the cyan sky behind her, at the dark and dense spirit tree crystals on the left and right sides, at the frightened figure in the back seat of the unicorn car.

Only then did he finally look back at him.

Is she crazy? Can't she understand?

He grinned.

In the haze, she could see his snow-white teeth and the mockery hidden behind his eyes.

"Break up with us? You-where are you going?"

"Well, my dear, I'm going to the army. ”

She sighed as if relieved and annoyed. Why is he joking at this time?

Hmph, I haven't heard him say it, Zhou Bo is in the army!

Those who are tempted by the sound of war drums and the rhetoric of the orators and lose their lives are fools—fools who sacrifice themselves to make smart people money?

"Now, you've scared me like this, I'm going to strangle you to death! ”

"Honey, I'm not kidding. Stupid, it makes me so sad.

You don't understand where my spirit of sacrifice, your patriotism, and your loyalty to our glorious cause have gone?

Now is the perfect time for you to call me a glorious triumph or a unicorn leather shroud.

Say it quickly, I don't have time to make an impassioned speech before going to the front to fight. “

His slow tone sounded sarcastic to her.

He was laughing at her, and even she thought he was laughing at himself.

What the hell was he talking about?

What patriotism, unicorn leather shroud, impassioned and generously said?

That may not be what he meant.

On this glow-in-the-dark rumbling road, she carries a dying woman, a newborn baby, a stupid glow-in-the-dark man's little wife, and a frightened child.

It was unbelievable that he had so easily offered to leave her, and to leave her alone to lead them through the vastness of the stragglers, the Southerners, and the artillery fire, and God knows what kind of risks there were!

Once, when she was six years old, she fell from a spirit tree and fell face straight to the ground.

She still remembers the feeling she felt for a moment before she regained her breath.

Now she looks at Zhou Bo, and the feeling in her heart is exactly the same as it was then: breathing stopped, unconscious, nauseous.

"You're talking and playing, Zhou Bo!"

She grabbed his arm, tears dripping down his wrist. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her gently.

"Aren't you, selfish, dear, caring only for your own precious safety and not caring for the life and death of the Alliance.

Imagine how much our troops will be inspired by my last-minute appearance!"

He said, with a malicious intimacy in his voice.

"Now, Zhou Bo," she cried, "how can you do this to me, why do you want to leave me alone?"

"What," he laughed merryly.

"Maybe it's because of the rebellious mentality in all of us in the North.

Maybe—maybe because I feel ashamed.

Who knows?"

"Shame, you're going to die of shame sooner or later. Leave us here, helpless—"

"You're not helpless. Every selfish and resolute person like you will never be left alone.

If the Southerners can catch you, God willing. “

She looked at him in horror, only to see him suddenly jump off the unicorn and walk over to the unicorn cart on her side.

"Come down," he commanded her.

She stared at him with wide eyes. He recklessly stretched out his arms and grabbed her by the waist and threw her to the ground.

Then he grabbed her tightly and dragged her a few steps away from the unicorn cart.

She felt the dust and gravel in her shoes hurt her feet. The silent and hot glow-in-the-dark night surrounded her like a dream.

"I don't want to ask you to understand or forgive, and I don't care if you do, because I'll never understand or forgive myself for doing such a stupid thing.

I hate that I still have so many unrealistic fantasies left in me. But our beautiful North needs every man to die for it.

Isn't that what our brave Governor Voldemort said? I'm going to the front anyway.

Never mind. “

He burst out laughing, laughing so presumptuously, so loudly, that even the glow-in-the-dark spirit forest echoed.

"— If I don't love honor more, my dear, I don't love you like that,—that's right, isn't it? it's certainly more appropriate than anything I can now come up with on my own.

Because I just love you, stupid no matter what I said in the hallway that night last month. “

His slow voice was gentle, and his hands, those gentle and powerful, caressed upwards against her bare arms. “

I love you, stupid, because we are both so alike, we are both apostates, dear, and selfish scoundrels.

If the whole world were to be destroyed, neither of us would care at all, as long as we were safe and comfortable. “

He continued in the nightlight, and she heard it, but she didn't understand it at all.

He'd leave her here to face the Southerners alone, and she was tired of trying to accept the cold reality.

She said to herself, "He's going to leave me, he's going to leave me,"

But that didn't excite her.

Then he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and waist, and she felt the solid muscles of his thighs cling to her, the buttons of his coat almost pressing into her breasts.

A disorienting and terrifying current swept through her, sweeping time, place, and circumstance away from her consciousness.

She felt limp and docile like a rag doll, delicate and helpless, and how pleasant his arms were!

"Don't you want to change your mind about what I said last month?

Let's have a little patriotism, stupid. Imagine if you sent a soldier to die with a good memory!"

Now his mustache pierced her little mouth, and he was kissing her, and he kissed her with dull and hot lips, so unhurried, as if there was a whole day in front of him.

The angry bag had never kissed her like this. The kisses of the brainless family and the few young men of the saliva family never made her hot and cold like this, and she shivered all over for a while.

He leaned her back, his lips moving down her throat to the place where the embossed stone locked her bodice.

"Honey, dear," he whispered.

She saw the unicorn car dimly in the night light, and then heard the piercing screams of St. Quixote.

"Mom, Holy Don Quixote is afraid!"

The calm reason suddenly returned to her trance-like heart, and she remembered what she had forgotten for a while--she herself was frightened, because Zhou Bo was going to abandon her, abandon her, this damn rascal!

What is especially odious is that he is so bold to stand on the road and make shameless demands to insult her.

Anger and hatred welled up in her heart, straightening her spine, and she wriggled her way out of his embrace.

"Now, you rascal!" she cried, anxious to find more vicious words to scold him, to find out what she had heard Payne scold the Spirit Emperor and the stubborn spirit mule to scold him, but she couldn't find it.

"You shitty, vile filthy stinking thing!"

At the same time, unable to think of a more insulting means, she withdrew her hand and slapped him in the mouth with all her strength.

He took a step back, stroking his face with his hand.

"Ah," he snorted quietly, and the two stood facing each other in the nightlight.

She could hear his heavy breathing, and she herself was panting as if she were running in a hurry.

"They're right! You're not a superior person! Everybody's right!"

"My dear girl," he said, "so inappropriate," she knew he was laughing again, and it stung her.

"Let's go, let's go now! I want you to go quickly.

I will never see you again.

I hope a cannonball falls on you just right. I want the shells to blow you to pieces. I-"

"Needless to say. I already get a rough idea of what you mean. By the time I lay as a sacrifice on the altar of the nation, I hope that your conscience will make you feel guilty. “

She heard him laugh and walk away, and went back to the unicorn cart. She saw him standing there, heard him talking, and his voice changed, so modest, so deferential, as he did every time he talked to the weak.

"Mrs. Kamen?"

Kiki the Deer Girl replied in a frightened voice from the unicorn cart.

"My God, it's Captain Zhou Bo! Miss Weak fainted over there. ”

"She's not dead, is she?

"Yes, sir, she's still angry. ”

"Well, maybe she's better off like she is now. If she's awake, I'm afraid she won't be able to endure all this pain. Kiki the Deer Girl.

Take good care of her, this bill is for you. Don't get stupid!"

"Yes, sir. Thank you sir. ”

"Goodbye, stupid. Stupid knew he had turned to face her, but she didn't say anything.

She hated him so much that she couldn't speak for a while.

His feet grinded against the pebbles of the road, and for a moment she saw his broad shoulders looming in the night light.

And then he was gone. She could still hear his footsteps, but they were fading away. She slowly returned to the unicorn cart, her knees struggling.

How could he go, how could he have walked into the luminous light, into the holy war between humans and demons, towards a failed cause, into a crazy world?

How could he go, Zhou Bo, this person who is obsessed with women's beauty and fairy dew, pursues fashionable clothes, pays attention to eating, drinking and pleasure, but hates the north and mocks the army to fight, how can he go?

Now his shiny unicorn boots have set out on the path of suffering, full of hunger, exhaustion, marching, hard fighting, trauma, grief, etc., like countless howling wolves waiting for him, and the final outcome is death.

There was no need for him to go.

He is safe, wealthy, and comfortable.

But he went, and left her alone in the dark night, with the Southerners in front of her to prevent her from going home!

Now she had thought of all the bad things she was going to use to curse him, but it was too late.

She rested her head on the unicorn's crooked neck and began to weep bitterly.

Wept bitterly.

Zhiqiu Bufan sighed and said: "Sect Master, you are either a pretentious traitor, or a good man with a straight stomach, I know that Qiu Bufan has no ability to tell, you still want to slaughter me as soon as possible!"

Lightning Storm was suspicious in his heart and asked, "Hall Master Zhiqiu, why do you say that I am a deceitful liar?

Zhiqiu Bufan shook his head and said: "This matter is mentioned and implicated too much, and if it spreads, the Holy Soul Sect will no longer be able to raise its head in the god and demon realm, and everyone will look down on us! We originally wanted to slaughter you with a spirit sword, then it's over!"

The lightning wind fell into the five-mile mist bath even more, and he was at a loss for the moment, and muttered, "Why?

Raised his head and said: "I saved the two generals under Zhou Wu's hands, and you suspect that I have colluded with him, right? But you conspired to rebel first, and I saved people later, these two things have nothing to do with each other!

Pretending to be 13: "How can you see it?"

He had already asked this sentence once, but the sudden change in the middle interrupted the topic, and he brought it up again until this moment!

Lightning Blast: "I think Zhou Wushuang is a great immortal saint and a good man, and he won't go to kill the second brother of Qilin!"

When Master Piaoxiang heard that the lightning wind called Zhou Wushuang "a great immortal saint and a good man", he was overjoyed and said in his heart: "This lightning sect leader is really also a great immortal saint and a good man!"

Zhou Bo frowned slightly, and said in his heart: "Not necessarily, not necessarily! Zhou Wushuang may not be a great immortal saint and a good man!"

Pretending to be 13 Dao: "In the past two months, there have been many masters in the gods and demons who have been killed, and they have all died under the fame and magic power of each of them! Everyone knows that they are the destroyers of the Lingshui Zhou clan! How can they be said to be immortals and saints who slaughter friends in the gods and demons with such hot hands?"

The lightning wind slowly paced in the field, and said: "Brothers, last night, I drank fairy dew at the head of the Xingyue Building on the edge of the long lake in Huyin, and met a middle-aged Confucian student, who actually exhausted ten bowls of fairy dew in one go, and his face did not change color, a good amount of fairy dew, a good man!"

When Zhou Bo heard this, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and thought: "It turns out that the eldest brother gambled with others last night on Xianlu!

I only listened to the lightning and the wind and said:

"I drank three bowls with him, and when it came to the gods and demons of Tianjiao Kingdom, he boasted that he was the second in Tianjiao Kingdom, and the first was Zhou Wushuang Zhou Gongzi!

He took the first palm and the second palm, and the third palm The fairy dew bowl in his right hand was shattered, and the porcelain pieces scratched his face with blood!

He looked calm and said, 'It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity!'

I cherished it, and the fourth palm stopped shooting, and said: "Your Excellency's palm is exquisite, and the four words 'Tianjiao Country Second' are well deserved"!