, joking and ignorant Tan Lang is annoyed, and he wants to help on the front line of life and death

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Zhao Yun's chest was full of affection, and he was about to hug the other party, but Qi Han suddenly let go of his hand, and fell down satisfied. While the wound was pulling and baring his teeth in pain, he turned his face sideways and quickly winked at Zhao Yun with his right eye! At an angle that Zhang Yan couldn't see, he said silently with his mouth: "Don't worry! There is a brother to help you play a good play-——! play" At the end, he made a grimace and pouted in the direction of Zhang Yan.

Zhao Yun: "......"

A handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Zhang Yan seemed to have eaten a fly, her dark face was black and white, and she secretly scolded in the direction of the two: "Adulterer and adulterer!"

Qi Hanhun didn't pay attention to Zhao Yun's dark face, glanced at Zhang Yan, and was very happy! Look at his bitter gourd expression, should he be pestering Zhao Yun again in the future, and do those non-trivial thoughts?

Qi Han thought excitedly, his spirit gradually increased, his face actually had some blood, and a layer of reddish fluttered on his cheeks, as if mutton fat white jade was wrapped in pale pink skin, and it looked more and more beautiful.

Zhao Yun's eyes were dark and gloomy, as if there was a haze and fog circling, and he stared at Qi Han for a long time, but when he saw that the other party didn't find out his unhappy feelings, he was secretly disappointed in his heart, and he was a little lucky-if he really knew about that, I was afraid that he would immediately cut off relations with him, and even leave with the most disdainful and disgusting attitude......

Zhao Yun's eyes were gloomy, and it was unspeakable loss and obscurity.

He didn't plan to announce his feelings, and even decided to bury this heart all the time. This time it was said abruptly, and it was just an accident...... Perhaps, he should be glad that at that moment, Qi Hanwu was unconscious.

With his fists clenched at the sides of his legs, Zhao Yun glanced at the blurry sky outside, the smoke and rain were hazy, and there was a damp and gloomy atmosphere. He shook his head, swept his chaotic thoughts out of his mind, looked into the distance, and began to think about where to find a doctor for Qi Han. After all, this golden thistle is effective in stopping bleeding, but it is not enough to really heal the wound and cure the disease.

"Akan," he called, his voice low, "you rest for a while, and I'll go find a healer and come back." ”

Qi Han's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Okay, it's better to hire me a good doctor like Dong Junyi and Hua Yuanhua!" After speaking, he smiled and joked. Just kidding, how can doctors like Dong Feng and Hua Tuo say that they can find it?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yun listened, but a faint light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he nodded at him: "Okay, wait for me to come back." When he walked away, he remembered something, and pointed towards the temple gate, "Zhang Feiyan has been deeply poisoned, and he can't move at the moment, so he can't hurt you." What to do with it later, let Akan leave it to him. ”

Qi Han was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Zhao Yun to say this, and nodded subconsciously.

He even doubted his previous guesses...... However, Zhang Yan's various behaviors are clearly in love with Zhao Yun and making those radical moves. But looking at Zhao Yun, his eyes were clear, and he didn't care about it at all, and he turned out to be completely frank.

Qi Han didn't know that the friendship between Zhao Yun and Chu Yan back then had already been squandered by the other party's willfulness many times. Forget it if you have nothing to do and hurt the innocent, the most difficult thing for Zhao Yun to tolerate is Zhang Yan's evil and crazy character. He can't stand his good friend, a man who treats the lives of the people and his comrades as a matter of course, and can slaughter and abandon them at will for the sake of a little power and selfishness.

Easily lifted Zhang Yan from the river and helped him pick up the poisoned arrow, for Zhao Yun, doing this was already benevolent and righteous. As for Zhang Yan's killing and injuring Qi Han, that intention was ruthless and sinister, what Qi Han wanted to do with him, Zhao Yun asked himself if he had no right to interfere. He also saw that Akan was hostile to Zhang Yan, so he would not make him uncomfortable by disobeying him.

When Zhao Yun walked out of the broken temple, he saw that Yu Xuelong was carrying silver spears and other things, and was already waiting under the tree.

This horse was born from the mount of the Tiangong general Zhang Jiao, who was rewarded with this foal when he inadvertently saved an important person in the sect when he was a teenager. Zhao Yun raised it carefully, but this horse was extremely unsociable when he was young, and he kicked and bit other horses in the stable with great ferocity, and made a lot of trouble all day long. Every night, it emits white light, like a monster in the nether realm. Everyone persuaded Zhao Yun to abandon it, but he couldn't bear it. After getting along for a long time, knowing its benefits, he regarded it as a treasure, named it Jade Snow Dragon, and raised it until adulthood. Although this horse is still young, it is extremely smart, and it is one of the white horses under the command of Gongsun Zhan, and there is no horse that can compete with it. It can track its master, dodge swords and arrows, and is a god on the battlefield. But these are only known to Zhao Yun, but he will not brag to others. He had known that Jade Snow Dragon would be able to find this place, so he was not surprised.

After being reminded by Qi Han's unintentional words, Zhao Yun picked up his gun and galloped away, but where he was going, he was going upstream, heading towards the place where the Black Mountain Army had gathered.

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After Zhao Yun left, the boundless rain outside fell, as if weaving a huge net between heaven and earth, the scenery outside gradually blurred, Qi Han glanced at the fire beside him, and every time he saw that its flame was weak, he picked up the wet wood that Zhao Yun had stacked and added one to it.

It's a simmering fire, and his body is still cold and hot for a while. I had a fever and a chill on the other. One of them had a fever and a headache because he was soaked in unclean river water and rainwater after being injured, and the other was because he lost too much blood and his body temperature could not keep up, so he shivered and felt unbearable.

Thinking of this, Qi Han couldn't help but glance at the culprit fiercely. I saw Zhang Yan dying, throwing herself into the muddy water, her eyes slightly closed, her long eyelashes flickering slightly, as if she was in extreme pain. His face was covered with blue air, and a subtle white mist erupted between his breaths, and he was already at the end of his crossbow.

This man is a fierce man!

Qi Han had seen him struggle with his black and purple arms before, trembling to pick up the broken bowl on the ground, and the remaining porridge paste there, but at this moment, he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers, and it was really pitiful to look at. He was a little unbearable, but when he thought of the other party's vicious and ruthless methods, the horror of the white blade, and the determination to put himself to death, he forcibly removed the pity in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yan was in a coma, but she was talking nonsense.

He suddenly called his father-in-law, and suddenly called Brother Zilong, mourning his relatives. Qi Han raised his eyebrows, glanced at the young man who was dyed in red clothes and mud on the ground, and sighed secretly in his heart. As if he had made some kind of decision, he clutched the strip of cloth on his abdomen and stood up in pain.

Zhang Yan was still a little conscious, and vaguely saw that the people inside moved, and his heart was shocked: "Zhao Yun is gone, could it be that he wants to take my life?" couldn't help but try his best to open his eyes and watch Qi Han's movements. Seeing him trembling and standing up, his movements were very slow and slow, and the posture of covering his lower abdomen was also extremely painful. Zhang Yan's heart was even colder, and he became more and more sure that the other party was going to kill him, if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have to endure the severe pain and struggle to get up.

Qi Han was seriously injured, and although he was dressed with thistle grass on his abdomen, he temporarily stopped the bleeding, but he still did not move. But he saw that Zhang Yan was no longer good, and if he didn't get up again, this person would have to confess here in a moment.

Zhang Yan saw Qi Han step by step, walking towards him very slowly, his heart became tighter, and he raised his hand to dig out the short dagger on his waist, but his fingers were already unconscious, and he couldn't move at all. I had to watch him come as quickly as he was minced on the case.

Qi Han's forehead was covered with cold sweat, his abdomen was cramping, and his body was about to fall down after a few shakes. But his willpower was extremely tenacious, and he slowly walked out of the temple gate step by step, but he didn't glance at Zhang Yan more.

Zhang Yan's side face was buried in the mud, and her eyes moved with the young man's distant back, revealing deep incomprehension on her face.

There was a big opening in his abdomen, and he didn't lie quietly waiting for the doctor, where did he go? Could it be that this kid was blinded by lard, and he went crazy, and he didn't want to die? Zhang Yan secretly sneered while slandering his abdomen, wishing that Qi Han could take a few more steps or even jump a few times, so that the wound would burst and bleed endlessly, and if he could damage the abdominal cavity and die in front of him, it would be even more wonderful.

Zhang Yan looked at it for a while, she was nervous and happy just now, her mood was agitated and she couldn't bear it, and her consciousness gradually became confused. At that moment, he suddenly heard the sound of extremely heavy wheezing and slow footsteps.

The perennial tip of the knife licking blood is used to waking up, and it is the moment of dying, Zhang Yan also came to his senses, and raised his eyelids with a strong fighting spirit.

A pair of plain white light shoes soaked in mud embroidered with auspicious clouds wrapped in edges, stumbled a few times, and could stop at his side and stand still.

Zhang Yan frowned.

Naturally, he recognized the shoes. The wicked boy had just put on it and stumbled out the door. I didn't expect it to turn around again.

"You...... Think...... Do...... What," Zhang Yan asked. He couldn't look up to see Qi Han's expression, he only felt that it would be okay for the other party to stop beside him, so he felt deeply worried.

Qi Han didn't answer, but put his boots sideways, and slowly lay down on the side of the door wall with one hand.

This time, Zhang Yan could see his face.

"What do you mean?" If ......you want to humiliate Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu would rather die than bite his tongue and kill himself! Zhang Yan saw Qi Han lying beside him like a reclining Buddha, and his handsome face seemed to be smiling rather than smiling, so he couldn't help but feel anxious, his eyebrows were blue, and a stream of blood gradually overflowed from the corners of his lips.

"Don't move. Qi Han's voice was low and hoarse, but there was a majesty in it, and Zhang Yan's voice was stunned when he heard it.

"If you want to live, don't move...... Lao Tzu's wound is bleeding again, and if you move again, you will die like an ant here. ”

There was a hint of pain in the cold voice, Zhang Yan struggled to roll her eyes, and really saw that the strip of cloth bandaged around Qi Han's waist and abdomen was bright red, oozing a lot of blood. When he walked, he was covered with golden thistle, and it was inevitable that the wound would be affected.

Zhang Yan looked at the young man's even paler face, and his eyes flickered. What does this mean? What do you mean by trying to live? He couldn't understand what he was saying!

Not bothering to pay attention to the surprise in Zhang Yan's eyes, Qi Han carefully adjusted his herbs and cloth bag, sweating in pain. Realizing that his posture was completely unsuitable for self-stop bleeding, he gave up and let the blood in his abdomen spill out, soak through the white cloth, and drip into the dirt.

Qi Han decided to speed up his movements and end it quickly, so that he could lie down and stop the bleeding.

In the next second, he picked up the dead branch next to his hand and quickly stuffed it into Zhang Yan's mouth.