Chapter 157, What is the negative relationship between affection and affection? Most of them are sincere people

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"Zixuan, your nickname is Qi Han, and you still want to coax me?"

As soon as Xiahou Yuan's voice fell, Zhao Yun not far away let out a roar, the voice was like a wounded and dying beast, indescribably miserable and angry, sad and desperate. He was fighting with three first-class generals, but the guns were getting more and more crazy, and it was completely a deadly fight.

Why coax me.

Akan, why did you lie to me?

Why lie to me......

Zhao Yun's mind was blank, his eyes were black, and he was completely powerless to think. For a moment, he only felt that the heavens and the earth were silent and pale, and in shock and astonishment, he actually felt a sense of despair and helplessness.

It turned out that the person he fell in love with was Cao Ang Cao Zixuan - the eldest son of the person who killed him.

The truth came too late, it was so terrifying, how ironic that he seemed to have become the most ridiculous and pitiful person in the world.

Qi Han woke up suddenly.

Anxiously looking in Zhao Yun's direction.

Xu Chu and the others had already relieved themselves, and when they saw that there was only one assassin and the lord was safe, they had red eyes and joined the battle group one after another!

From Zhao Yi's shot, to Qi Han's appearance, to his identity being revealed, causing the scene to become more and more chaotic, Zhao Yun has lost all the opportunities, and all his previous advantages lie in being surprised and killing quickly, but now, these changes have turned his perfect assassination into nothing.

Qi Han couldn't see that Zhao Yun was injured multiple times, and there were a lot of blood stains on his body, like an enemy's, and like his.

But his cry of pain was not because of injury.

The voice, so painful and desperate, was like a cold sharp knife that pierced Qi Han's heart.

He knew that Zhao Yun had misunderstood him, but right now, there was no time to explain.

Qi Han didn't care about anything else, and struggled to push away Xiahou Yuan, who was overly enthusiastic, and didn't look at Cao Cao, who was pouting his lips and excited beside him, and quickly raised his right arm, wanting to aim at Xu Chu and the others. But Zhao Yun's spear was as wild as a dragon, coming and going like lightning, fast and incoherent, without a trace, Qi Han was afraid that the arrow would hurt him by mistake, so in a hurry, he had to give up the small crossbow, pull out the sword, and run up.

Cao Cao frowned, and reached out to catch it, but only tore off a corner of Qi Han's clothes.

He looked at the back of Qi Han who left without hesitation, his eyes gradually became cold, and his face was blue.

The assassin's time was lost, and although Xiahou Yuan, Li Dian and others were in tears, they immediately surrounded Cao Cao and protected him.

Qi Han rushed to the front, but he couldn't intervene, and took a look at Zhao Yi who was not far away, his eyes were cold.

There was a sneer hanging upside down on the corner of Zhao Yi's lips, covering the wound on his shoulder, his oblique lips opened and closed silently, and he was actually saying "Cao Shizi".

Qi Han's heart was cold, he no longer looked at him, only stared nervously at Zhao Yun, who was one against four in the field, and with his gun opening and closing in the wind and clouds, his heart became tighter and tighter, and even his breathing became short.

Xu Chu was like a mad tiger, a long knife danced impermeable, and swung towards Zhao Yun's fatal place. Although he was poisoned and his force was discounted by 30%, he was still the strongest in Cao's army, which was very terrifying, and with the three generals of Xiahoudun, Zhao Yun was already frequently injured.

Qi Han gritted his teeth, raised his sword and rushed into the battle group, and a sword against the long knife that Xu Chu cut down on Zhao Yun's vest.

Zhao Yun heard the sound of gold and iron clashing, turned his head suddenly, and glanced at Qi Han coldly.

That glance was like a ghost.

The frost contains ice, without any warmth.

It was as if the one who saved him was just a stranger.

Qi Han's heart suddenly soured, and his heart was as cold as a stone, as cold as iron, and he almost fell into tears.

He has never been such a fragile person, but when he thought of the father of this body, it turned out to be Cao Cao, who killed Zhao Yunmanmen...... He only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he couldn't see the light, as if he had fallen into the quagmire of chaos, and it was difficult to extricate himself.

Xu Chu was so naïve that he didn't see who was blocking him for a while, his face was grim, and with a roar of "hey", he fought with Qi Han.

Qi Han's sword moves were inherited from Zhao Yun, which was extremely exquisite, but he lacked actual combat, and compared to Xu Chulai, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and was like a murderer, he was completely inadequate. The opponent's strength is more than a thousand jun, the back of the knife is heavy, after a few moves, Qi Han can't resist it, and he is forced to retreat, Xu Chu doesn't give him a chance to breathe, the long knife is longitudinal, and it slashes down towards Qi Han's shoulder!

The few rounds between the two were life and death, and it only took a few seconds. Xiahoudun and the others shouted angrily, and Cao Cao was even more anxious when he saw this, and shouted outside: "Zhongkang, don't hurt my son!"

Xu Chu couldn't react at all. When he heard the shouts of the lord, he wanted to retract but it was too late, that knife, is his most commonly used and most pure and skilled "force split Huashan", often can divide people and horses in two, which shows the ferocity of the force. At this moment, he was poisoned and miasma, and his strength weakened by three points, and when he heard the lord's shout, he retracted his strength by three points, but the knife still fell heavily towards Qi Han's shoulder.

At that moment, Qi Han even smelled the faint bloody breath on Xu Chu's long knife.

His brows furrowed, his face slightly parted, and he couldn't dodge it.

However, just at the last moment, a huge force suddenly rushed from the side and slammed him to the side. Qi Han felt that he had fallen into a familiar embrace, and it was Zhao Yun.

Zhao Yun hugged him, hit him to the side, and took a knife for him!

Qi Han looked at his bleeding back, his pupils suddenly dilated, he raised his eyes suddenly, his eyebrows frowned, and suddenly he cantilevered his arm and shot a arrow quickly, hitting Xu Chu in the chest.

The tower-like man fell back suddenly, and Qi Han took Zhao Yun into his arms, holding his hand tightly around his wound, his cold fingers trembling.

When the generals saw that Cao Ang had shot and injured Xu Chu, they actually held the assassin in their arms to protect him, and they were stunned for a moment, so they all stopped and stared blankly.

Cao Cao's face was pale, looking at the two people in the field, his eyes were unpredictable.

Zhao Yun raised his head and looked at Qi Han's face, his long sword eyebrows were as cold as a blade: "You...... Is it really Cao Cao's eldest son?"

All kinds of doubts in the past flashed like lightning and flint. Zhao Yun's lips were pale, and he only felt that his ears, nose and mouth were unconscious, and only a pair of eyes were staring at Qi Han's eyes.

Qi Han has always been secretive about his life experience.

Qi Han can always know Cao Jun's actions well.

Liu Bei once hinted to himself that Qi Han was Cao Cao's person.

Lu Bu didn't believe that Qi Han was Cao Cao's person, but in the end he died, and Xuzhou really fell into Cao Cao's hands.

I heard it with my own ears, but I still asked more...... He just wanted to hear Qi Han deny it, as long as Qi Han was willing to shake his head, he would be desperate and resolutely take him out of here, instead of being so bitterly cold and unwilling to fight.

He was already numb, but the moment he saw Xu Chu slashing at Qi Han, Zhao Yun trembled from his soul, and felt a deeper and deeper despair and fear than when he was deceived before.

He was afraid, afraid that Qi Han would die like this and disappear forever.

At that moment, he even felt that it didn't matter if Qi Han deceived him, as long as Qi Han could live well.

Never mind. Anyway, he has been living in nightmares for more than ten years, and it doesn't matter if it is many more years in the future. But Qi Han, he can't be fine.

So before Zhao Yun's thoughts could give feedback, his body had already made a move first. He cleared the enemy's trap, rushed up to protect Qi Han, and blocked a knife for him. That moment of despair made him understand that he still loved Qi Han and loved him deeply.

"Are you?" Zhao Yun asked again.

Qi Han covered his injuries, his hands trembled inexplicably, and he tried his best to stabilize his voice: "It seems, yes." ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around. Cao Ying's fierce generals, who were gradually breaking away from the control of the poisonous mist, approached with angry eyes and blades, and surrounded them like tigers and wolves. Not far from the edge of the pier, there are more elite soldiers of Cao Cao's personal guards who are slowly sneaking closer, and a crossbow team armed with bows and arrows.

At this moment, he couldn't give Zhao Yun a negative answer.

Zhao Yun looked at him, smiled sadly, snorted in his nose, and said nothing.

Cao Cao ran to the front, and when he saw this scene, he frowned and glanced at Xu Huang beside him.

Xu Huang walked over and pulled away the fainted Xu Chu and Qi Han together with Xiahoudun and others.

Qi Han didn't comply, twisted his arms and struggled, holding Zhao Yun tightly and refusing to let go. Together with Zhao Yun, he at least threw a rat bogey, and others couldn't hurt him anymore. But who knows, just as he was fighting, Zhao Yun suddenly let go of his hand, and he didn't mean to leave him at all.

Qi Handeng's face changed drastically, and he looked at Zhao Yun in disbelief. Zhao Yun lowered his head and stopped looking at him.

"I didn't ...... Lie to you......" Before his anxious words could utter, Xu Huang had already struck the handle of the axe on the back of his neck......

Qi Han frowned and fell softly between Xu Huang's arms. But he didn't faint immediately, which made the generals above "puff".

At that moment, Qi Han's heart turned over, unwilling, and he didn't know how tenacious his willpower was.

When he was hit at the acupuncture point, his nerves were completely numb, and he couldn't even move his tongue, but he knew that he must not faint.

As soon as Qi Han was pulled away, Zhao Yun knelt on one knee, holding the silver gun in his hand, and then stood up again, fighting with Xiahoudun and the others again.

When Qi Han was taken away, he only glanced in Qi Han's direction lightly and didn't say a word.

After a moment of fighting, Zhao Yun was seriously injured and covered with blood. Yu Ban saw a gap not far away, and released a cold arrow from afar, heading straight for Zhao Yun's heart. Qi Han was paralyzed on Cao Cao's knees, but his eyes widened and he watched, at that moment, his temples jumped suddenly, and he was so anxious that he said "ho, ho", but he couldn't say a word, let alone make a move.

However, at the critical moment, Zhao Yi didn't make a move, but he heard a clear cry, and there was a graceful figure, flashing into the battle group, and with a wave of the two long daggers in his hands, he blocked the arrow that was as fast as the wind.

Qi Han's mind was in chaos, but he knew that it was Gan Chu.

The goose yellow silk clothes are the same as the clothes of the maid behind Liu Bei. She and Zhao Yi are really Liu Bei's people...... His head ached, but his heart became clearer and clearer.

Zhao Yun glanced at Gan Chu, and without saying a word, the two of them pressed their backs against each other, and immediately leaned on one side, and actually began to fight side by side.

Qi Han stared at it in a daze, and his fingers gradually clenched.

Outside the battle circle, Cao Cao, who had stabilized his mind, had already laid a net of heaven and earth. Qi Han was half-lying on the ground, blinked, and watched the personal guards, archers, and crossbowmen not far away, surrounding several people in the fight.

Once a few Cao generals waited for an opportunity to retreat, Zhao Yun and Gan Chu would be a dead end.

Qi Han's heart was beating like a drum, forcing himself to calm down, but his heart couldn't stop beating wildly. He breathed deeply, relaxing his nerves, hoping that they would soon regain consciousness. A pair of dark eyes as black as paint, because of physiological struggles, glowing with water.

Maybe his mind was too tenacious, or maybe his desire to save Zhao Yun was too strong. I don't know which one worked, but gradually, his fingers were able to move......

Gradually, my arms can be moved......

Cao Ren stood beside Cao Cao, pressing his sword and watching the battle situation, unable to take his eyes off it. Just when Zhao and Gan rescued each other and couldn't open a gap, he suddenly whistled, and Xiahoudun and the others immediately flew out of the battle group.

At that moment, in order to save Zhao Yun, Gan Chu blocked Le Jin's sword for him, and fainted in Zhao Yun's arms due to blood loss.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhao Yi glanced anxiously at Zhao Yun in the field-

Zhao Yun hugged a person in his arm, knelt on one knee, held the silver spear tightly in his right hand, and still put on a vigilant posture of attack and defense. As soon as someone attacked, he seemed to be able to fight again. But Zhao Yi saw that his eyes were gloomy, and his eyes were dilated, as if he had lost his mind, and he was extremely unconscious, completely relying on instinct to wait for the battle.

Zhao Yi secretly hated in his heart: "It's really a lover!"

Knowing that his younger brother had lost all hopes, he seemed to have lost even the will to survive, and he had already blocked out the perception of the outside world, he stomped his foot in pain, and withdrew from the encirclement with several Cao generals.

At the same time, Cao Cao raised his palm and ordered in a deep voice: "Release ......" arrows.

"And—slowly. ”

The tongue is not yet flexible, but these two words Qi Han said very clearly and firmly.

Cao Cao lowered his eyes coldly and looked at his beloved son who was lying on his lap. He shook his head with a solemn face and said, "Zixuan, don't let me down again." ”

Although it was imperative to attack Lü Bu and capture Xuzhou, this battle, in Cao Cao's plan, was advanced by at least a year, all to save his eldest son.

At the moment, Cao Ang has repeatedly provoked his nerves in order to help an assassin who wants to kill him.

Cao Cao no longer looked at him, raised his hand, and was about to give an order, and suddenly felt a slight movement in his waist, but when he heard a whistling sound of "brush-", his Qinggang sword had actually reached Qi Han's hand!

Cao Cao turned his head with a look of astonishment. Qi Han didn't know when, he had already stood up from his limp state.

Although it was still crumbling, his face was so pale that there was no blood.

Cao Cao hadn't come back to his senses yet, what was he going to do when he pulled out his Qinggang sword, it was impossible to kill his father, right? Seeing that Cao Ang's face was so white and ugly, but he was still so stubborn, he couldn't help but feel angry and depressed in his heart, and glared at Xu Huang fiercely. Xu Huang was stunned, and he didn't know whether the lord was blaming himself for being too light, so that Cao Ang desperately stood up, or blaming himself for beating too hard, so that the face of the prince was bloodless.

In the next second, everyone looked at Cao Ang like a ghost. I saw that he slowly put the Qinggang sword, which was sharpened like clay and had broken hair, across his neck.

His hands were still shaking, and there was no weight in his strength, perhaps on purpose. The moment the sword pressed against the skin, blood gushed out.

Scarlet and viscous blood trickled down his slender and delicate veins.

"Put, him, go. ”

Qi Han fearlessly faced Cao Cao's eagle-like eyes that shot out cold light.

Cao Cao also stared at his eyes, and said word by word: "Do you know that I, Cao Cao, am not only your son." ”

Qi Han nodded: "Understood." ”

His hands were still shaking, but they were still across his neck, and his eyes were as firm as his movements.

Cao Cao's face was already gloomy, and he was silent for a while, and said, "Do you know that my Cao family will never have an heir to kill himself?"

Qi Han nodded again: "I, understood." There was a deep apology in his eyes.

Cao Cao means that if he commits suicide and coercion today, he will no longer be counted as the heir of the Cao family, and he will not even be able to enter the ancestral grave after his death in the future. For the ancients, this was a great humiliation and punishment. But for Qi Han, it can't be compared with Zhao Yun at all.

In fact, he could feel that Cao Cao was good to him, and Xiahou and others cared for him...... But unfortunately, he is not the real Cao Ang. For breaking away from the Cao family and eliminating the heirs, he does not have such deep sadness.

Cao Cao stared at him for a long time, and suddenly said, "You are not my son." ”

Qi Han was shocked by the pain in his eyes, and suddenly felt that his heart throbbed, and he couldn't help lowering his head slightly. When he was about to speak, he heard Cao Cao say, "In the past, the son would never be like this." Zixuan, you have changed, and I don't know you anymore. Since then, I have died in the river. ”

When the words fell, he brushed off his clothes, turned around and left.

Then the archers retreated, and the guards got out of the way. Qi Han restrained Cao Cao, only between a few words, separated by layers of people, and only surrounded by Cao Ying's henchmen, he could see it clearly. The people outside didn't know what was going on, and Prime Minister Cao Cheng actually changed his mind and didn't kill this assassin?

Liu Bei's eyes moved a few times, and he glanced at Zhao Yi, and Zhao Yi stepped forward silently, shook Zhao Yun, who was on the verge of coma, woke up, helped him and Gan Chu, and slowly walked down the city.

Qi Han took one last look at Zhao Yun's back from the gap in the crowd, and slowly 166 reading net