Blocking the road Wenhou to use force, recalling the past dust Zhao Yunming's heart

"Akan, I will never lie to you, no matter what others say to you......" Before Zhao Yun's words fell, Huo Ran was startled, and looked up to see that Qi Han had already walked away, a trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and he chased after him without hesitation.

Ignoring the fact that there were already vaguely standing figures on the side of the street, he reached out to grab Qi Han's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Akan, don't go, talk to me clearly...... You were the one who took care of me yesterday, right?"

Qi Han's heart shrank suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

He has always avoided thinking about yesterday's events, only hoping that Zhao Yun can leave him a trace of dignity, and he doesn't want him to ask in person.

Scold...... It turned out that the Chinese medicine was so deep that he couldn't even tell who it was.

That's fine, that's fine......

Qi Han smiled sadly, didn't look back, suddenly raised his sleeves, and blew his lips to whistle. In the next second, a red horse suddenly appeared at the corner of the street, neighed happily, and galloped to the front.

Zhao Yun's pupils shrank suddenly, staring at the hissed with his head held high, and suddenly understood that Qi Han was really leaving. With a buzz in his mind, he couldn't care much about it anymore, and directly raised the silver spear to block Qi Han's way.

At this moment, a long halberd with a cold light pierced through the oblique thorns, forcibly separating Zhao Yun's tasseled spear, Lu Bu's face was full of hatred, and he said angrily: "Zhao Zilong, the erector son! Qi Han has already said that he has no intention of treating you, and he still dares to speak wildly and entangle! What kind of person who took care of you yesterday and today, he was with me yesterday, how can he allow you to speak dirty?"

Before the words fell, the halberd in his hand lifted, rolled up the wind and snow gravel, and smashed it directly at Zhao Yun's door.

"Get out of the way! This is my business with Qi Han, don't interfere!" Zhao Yun was in a hurry to stop Qi Han, but he stopped him, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows angrily, and he amplified his voice several times.

Lu Bu sneered: "Hmph, but if anything happens to Qi Han, Ben Hou will be able to manage it!"

The words fell like the wind, the move was fatal, and it was extremely ruthless, Zhao Yun couldn't avoid it, so he had to wave his gun to resist, and the two halberds exchanged guns, and they immediately fought inextricably.

Xiao Po is spiritual, and when he saw his master's body shaking, he blinked a pair of big black eyes, and took the initiative to kneel on the snow and wait for him to ride.

Qi Han turned his eyes, glanced at Zhao Yun for the last time, stepped on the horse, and galloped away.

Yu Xuelong tilted his head to look at him for a while, raised his neck and hissed, and the little red horse responded in the distance, Yu Xuelong stomped his hooves a few times, kicked and stomped around the snow around Zhao Yun for a few laps, raised his head and stretched his neck, and seemed to be very anxious. But Zhao Yun was entangled by Lu Bu and couldn't get out at all, Yu Xuelong ran out of the direction of Qi Han and the red horse alone, didn't catch up with the person and the horse, and ran back again.

Lu Bu was ruthless, with a cold light in his eyes, and he just wanted to put Zhao Yun to death.

Zhao Yun was also aroused by him, worried about Qi Han in his heart, and even more anxious, the two of them were fighting, both of them had murderous intentions, and they each tried their best, stirring up the wind and snow, rolling up countless snowflakes and flying around them.

After fighting like this for a while, the wind and snow became heavier and heavier, and both of them were hung with colors.

Zhao Yun saw that the sky was like a cloud, and the dense dark clouds were pressing on the top of his head, and a bad feeling rose more and more in his heart. He suddenly regained his momentum and said sharply to Lu Bu: "Lu Fengxian, Qi Han is weak, Xiang has a cold disease, you are suffering from me here, he goes out on a horse alone, if he accidentally stumbles in the wind and snow, how will you stay!"

Lu Bu saw that Zhao Yun suddenly put away the gun, and he wanted to take advantage of the situation to end his life with a halberd, but when he heard this, his heart suddenly chuckled!

His face changed drastically, and he said, "No! I forgot that he was sick......

In a panic, he hurriedly pursed his lips and howled, and called out the red rabbit from the stable, to be chased. Zhao Yun on the side would wait for him slowly, and he rode the jade snow dragon and ran out.

……

The sky was gloomy and snowy, and I couldn't even see the road ahead.

Zhao Yun's whole body was frozen, and his heart was even more cold to the bone.

He didn't believe it.

I don't believe that Qi Han left him like this, without any nostalgia......

But the road was full of frost and snow in front of him, and Zhao Yun had chased out of the outskirts of the city for more than ten miles, but he still didn't see any trace of Qi Han and the red horse. It can be seen how firm Qi Han's determination to leave is......

"Akan, Akan, do you really have the heart to leave me like this?"

Zhao Yun's tasseled helmet and silver spear were covered with ice ballast, his pale lips were pursed, and a pair of good-looking sword eyebrows were locked deeply, allowing the wind to blow up the ice and snow on his face, obscuring his vision, and his breathing became more and more impatient and disordered.

…… Qi Han was like an elf, suddenly appearing in his life, disrupting everything.

At this moment, he disappeared and left, just like Zhao Yun had been worried about for a long time......

Zhao Yun still remembers seeing the young man for the first time on the bank of the Shushui River.

He lay quietly in the blood stains on the ground, and with a pair of inky black eyes, he quickly glanced at Zhang Xiu's team. Then he closed calmly, motionless, as if he were really dead.

Zhao Yun didn't know what evil he had fallen into, but he actually laughed secretly in his heart at that time, and felt that that person was extremely tough and interesting, different from ordinary soldiers. Suddenly the idea of saving him was set to save him - provided that the man could evade Zhang Xiu's inspection on his own and hold himself up to save him.

Qi Han's injuries at that time were extremely serious, and there were huge wounds all over his body. Zhao Yun had never seen anyone who could bear such severe pain without saying a word, and even pretended to be dead calmly under the severe pain, avoiding the rough autopsy of the soldiers.

In a tense and terrifying atmosphere, he was able to restrain his emotions and do not move, confusing the real with the false. That kind of psychological quality is far more comparable than others.

Zhao Yun even prayed for him in his heart, hoping that he would be able to dodge.

Zhang Xiu's team left, Zhao Yun looked back, and glanced at it coldly, the person just opened his eyes, and was frightened by Zhao Yun's glance, his rabbit-like panicked eyes flashed, and then closed his eyelids tightly.

Zhao Yun saw his trembling lips clearly, and sneered at himself in his heart: "It turns out that he is not afraid." ”

He saved Qi Han by mistake, and Qi Han actually traveled thousands of miles to the land of Youyan to find him, the "benefactor"—although Zhao Yun never thought of asking someone to repay him.

Since then, they have been inextricably linked.

Qi Han only nods to others and others, but loves to stick to Zhao Yun. Many of his habits are very abnormal, his words and deeds on weekdays, and even the wording of etiquette are very strange, not like the people of this world, and he is secretly said to be an anomaly. Qi Han didn't notice it, thinking that this kind of estrangement between people was normal.

He has a cold temperament, but in fact he is a cold-faced and warm-hearted person.

And Zhao Yun is easy-going and polite and thoughtful, and he will not lose face easily, as if he will always look gentle and solemn, but in fact, no one can enter his heart, which is the real face and coldness.

Qi Han didn't know this, and thought that Zhao Yun was the male god in his heart, the only person close to him in this incomparably strange world, and he would definitely give Zhao Yun the best.

And Zhao Yun also felt that this person was inexplicably interesting and inexplicably close, as if he was born with a tacit understanding. The two became best friends by accident......

Zhao Yun urged the Jade Snow Dragon and galloped quickly in the snow, and the search area gradually expanded, and it became more difficult. He kept thinking about the direction in which Qi Han might go, but he was at a loss and couldn't figure it out.

He also suffered from the cold, and his throat gradually became hot and stinging, but it was not as painful as the panic in his heart.

These frost swords and snow swords stabbed on his face, and even he began to feel difficult, let alone Qi Han?

The more Zhao Yun searched, the more he chased, the more anxious he became......

When he was young, Zhao Yun was precocious, loved to laugh and lively, well-behaved, and was loved by everyone in his family. The eldest brother Zhao Yi had great ambitions and often took his servants out to travel, so he got acquainted with many nobles and celebrities, and always brought back some exquisite gadgets, which made Zhao Yun laugh. The rest of his brothers and sisters were also friendly and friendly to him.

Some people said that Zhao Yun was so smart and indifferent at such a young age, and he would definitely be able to marry ten wives and concubines, hold an inkstone in green clothes, and add fragrance to his red sleeves, and be a well-known civil official.

Later, after that night, everything changed.

Parents, brothers, sisters-in-law, nursing mothers, servants, and playmates were all stabbed to the ground by swords, and the bubbling hot blood stained the ground of the Zhao family, splashing on Zhao Yun's tender little face, making his eyes full of horror.

Zhao Yun went from hiding in the corner and trembling to picking up a wooden stick, screaming and rushing forward, it only took a breath.

From that moment on, Zhao Yun changed.

The cute child who is soft and glutinous like a dumpling has become a man with chewing teeth and hair.

He was dragged into the cold well by Xiahou and others, blood flowed from his head, and he looked coldly at the cramped and narrow cold well walls around him, his eyes were wet with blood, and he was red. From that moment on, Zhao Yun's heart became extremely cold.

Later, he had an adventure, learned a martial art, and because of his natural intelligence, he practiced martial arts to a masterful level, and no one in the master could beat him.

Accompanied by the bright moon and the high wind on the cliff, he was alone in a cold glow, under the green bamboo, dancing alone with a silver gun.

Covered by candlelight, he was long and jade, vigorous and heroic, forgetting to sleep and eat beside a little glow, holding a book and attacking books.

His eyebrows are melodious, his eyes are gentle and gentle, and he is proficient in the art of war, making an incomparably beautiful silver spear in his hand, which is praised by everyone.

But in a place that others couldn't notice, Zhao Yun's personality gradually grew into a cold land of ice and snow.

There was a very deep hatred hidden in his heart.

He hated the enemies who destroyed the door, and he hated the heroes who rose up in this troubled world, turning more people into the same way as him, and he hated the cowardly hearts and the army that chased fame and fortune.

When he was young and vigorous, for the sake of Li Shu's life, he hid his real name, joined the Floating Cloud Department, and learned to guard people's hearts. He was covered in blood on the battlefield, and a shot pierced the throat of the enemy, and from then on he put away the only mercy he had, and his brow was as cold as ice, and he delivered it all to the battlefield to kill the enemy, but it was not so much to kill the enemy as to kill this bloody and wasted grave. 166 Reading Network