Guan Hanning grabbed the reins, and the people around him also stopped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was still a long mountain road ahead of him, and it was obvious that there was still a long way to go from Zongming.

When the idea in the mind is derived, it is difficult to suppress it, the simple speed cannot blow them, and the sound of the wind will only make the conjecture clearer.

Guan Hanning is not a person of Mu Ne, but this time it is really unimaginable, and he doesn't dare to think about that place.

Thinking about things can't be resisted, and when it's ready to give up, it's actually thinking about things thoroughly.

How could the Divine Court not think of this, the Dao Law and their assessment may not do any harm, but which of our elite military assessments will not shed blood, is it really simple enough to let remote areas know the existence of our Divine Court? Now it seems that everyone knows that we have no army, but our reputation is really embarrassing.

It's been a long time since I've trembled at the smell of blood, and I couldn't have imagined such a result this time. Hey, Uncle Hua, you're talking about strange soldiers. I didn't find it, but I did run headlong into trouble.

I don't know what other people will gain, but the blood in the dusk appears in front of me over and over again, as if telling the fear of others.

The people around followed Guan Hanning and walked forward slowly, looking at the changing face, they were all a little curious, but it takes courage to break such a silence, Wu Jitang may ask, but now there are not many people here, maybe this is Guan Hanning's cleverness, people who have a lot of things should have a place for him, and he still has a lot of ideas.

The sun pierced the clouds. His face was painted with a layer of gold, and Guan Hanning seemed to remember something, so he asked the people around him, "What's the name of the lucky boy?"

Everyone was a little dumbfounded, as if they had forgotten that there was still that person. Like the horse under their crotch, they couldn't utter a word.

Guan Hanning will remember the usefulness of people who talk a lot, forget it, and you will know when you go back.

The wind did not stop, the road on the mountain wall had an end, and the long shade of trees took its place. The horse stepped into the land and snorted.

The sharp blade in his waist called a little, and just when the people around him were about to stop, Guan Hanning whipped him fiercely. Without stopping or giving anyone a chance, the horse roared and rushed over.

The others did not hesitate and rushed after them.

They all looked at each other a little, when did the eldest brother become so merciful, it was a mountain bandit. Along the way, there is one count, but there is no shortage of kills.

......

"Big brother, why didn't you do it just now. ”

The scar-faced man's back was already in a cold sweat, and he almost changed places to stay in a different place, but he couldn't speak in front of his younger brother, and he swallowed and foamed at the mouth to stabilize his mind: "Uncle, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let them go." ”

The little brother was heartfelt, in a good mood, and finally saw a group of fat sheep after lying here for most of the day, so he let it go. Aren't we all in a good mood when we grab something?, where are you singing now? In the heart of the dare to be presumptuous, but on the lips: "What the eldest brother said is, count them lucky." ”

I still stand the compliment, and I hummed in my mouth, and closed my eyes to enjoy the beauty of the sun.

......

"Brother Ang, can I learn your skills from you?" Han Xian asked timidly.

Wu Jitang's heart blossomed, I thought you kid was dumb, so he would smirk: "Hehe, is your heart moving?" Seeing that Han Xian nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, he was very satisfied.

"Actually, you're still quite a loss, the ability in your hand now to fight the things in the mountains is okay, it's still a lot worse for you to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, you used to pick in the army, you are all people who have died a few times, and you are too familiar with that killing. Again, there were some Taoism methods to learn in the army, and now, hey, according to our previous actions, I'm afraid it will drag us down. ”

In fact, Wu Jitang said that it was very tactful, and he wanted to say that it would kill us directly, but he still hesitated when he looked at those curious eyes.

Han Xian's heart was panicked, what would happen if he dragged me down, did he leave me at home like a father, and let me go to the ground to cut grass?

It is still difficult for Han Xian to think about dying now, although he has smelled the breath of death, it is still difficult to understand Wu Jitang's action of dancing with death.

Wu Jitang sighed in his heart, can I still save you on the battlefield, I was secretly laughing in my heart, you have been saved a few times.

I couldn't bear to hit Han Xian: "Don't be afraid, isn't there still your Angkor?"

Han Xian looked at those eyes, and finally something was different.

"Actually, we can't think of these, this time to recruit people, it's not just the commander, there are other people, I think there are still a few lucky people like you, there will definitely be other arrangements in the army at that time, you don't have to worry. ”

Han Xian nodded, a little relaxed, and said that I was lucky, and hoped that my luck would always be good.

Han Xian is not a sentimental person, he will not think about nine points of uneasiness if he can be safe, and after a few conversations with Wu Jitang, his courage gradually increased.

In fact, he is also a master of many words.

"Angkor, how long will we have to walk to get there? ”

"Where are you talking about, Zongming, or the barracks. It won't take a few days to get to Zongming County, it will take a long time to get to the barracks, and when you get to Zongming, you have to turn to the waterway and go ashore, I don't know, how long did it take to walk when I came?"

Well, it seems like I'm having a hard time remembering the way home. He looked into the distance again, and he was still hiding in the endless mountains.

......

"Big brother, there are fat sheep. The little minion called quietly.

The scar-faced man cautiously poked his head out, only to see two horses disappearing in the clouds in the distance, and one of them could feel its steed from a distance.

The scar-faced man looked at the sky, was it really given to me by God?

A group of people who don't dare to make up their minds, don't they dare to do it even like this, the twenty or thirty people?

His eyes flashed with greed, and he whispered, "You know the rules." ”

The minions nodded.

Scarface smiled with satisfaction: "But this time is a little different from the past, I have seen the horse, I used to shoot the horse first, but today I can't, put people down for me first, if anyone doesn't have long eyes to hurt my horse, hum, don't blame me Wang Sandao doesn't talk about brotherhood." ”

"Big brother, don't worry about this, can our arrows still not know your BMW?"

"Hehe, Xiao Si is just your kid clever. ”

The mountain wind was howling, but the outlaws were not at all worried. They were already familiar with the wind.

......

Han Xian's heart was filled with the magic of flying in the sky, yesterday's sorrow was temporarily forgotten, and the distance was now full of hope.

Heartbeat, the familiar sound of a heartbeat. Wu Jitang stopped, his mouth slightly upturned, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Han Xian once again felt the dead silence around him, and the person next to him still had the same demeanor, do you want to remind him?

Wu Jitang's boast was so good that he could be caught by others, and the superfluous people didn't worry at all about the long knife of death on his neck. I don't know how many times I've done this ordinary thing, but this time it's just the two of you, looking at the arrogance of that person, you can know which rich young master came out to hunt and walk, don't we love to kill and abuse them the most.

The scar-faced man's eyes narrowed slowly, why is the horse so familiar, I think it is familiar in a dream over and over again? It seems that it is not, it is the mount of the person who controls his own life.

Now the awakening thought it was too late, the sharp arrow off the string went towards its target, and the little minion who shot the arrow had wide eyes, and he didn't want to let go of the details of the long-term flesh and blood break, and the alarm around him made him give up the details.

The scar-faced man couldn't hide it at the moment when the sharp arrow went off the string, without a trace of luck, without a trace of superfluity, he jumped up, and ran towards the mountain with a rolling belt.

The little minion was now very contemptuous of this big brother, and his prestige was established in this way?

The cold arrows magnified infinitely in both eyes, and the last pain crushed all the cold. And all this was short-lived. The long knife of death has fallen.

Wu Jitang laughed: "I want to run." ”

Han Xian looked at the man's smile and became a little unfamiliar, is this person still that person?

"Does Han Xian dare to kill someone?"

This is so justified......

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