Running all the way, Han Xianyi was tired to the extreme. Pen, fun, pavilion www.biquge.info and the most terrible thing now is to be hungry to the extreme.

Now the only thing that can suppress this hunger is the pleasure of looking at the inner star map again and again, but this bumpy horse is almost beyond the control of his small body.

The curious, inquisitive soul is almost completely succumbing to the hungry feet.

In Han Xian's opinion, if it wasn't for the fact that he was about to arrive at the camp, then he really had the momentum to plant a horse, and now the only thing worth thanking for is his strong determination, and this determination comes from the person next to him, if it weren't for his existence, he wouldn't be half starved to death, and because of his existence, he didn't even have the courage to express his hunger, and because it was his existence, he could still sit on the horse.

It seems that in order for himself to be able to sit, Han Xian has to thank this person from the bottom of his heart.

In what a painful journey, it also has an end, the black shadow in front of him is already in front of him, Han Xian felt that his appearance at him was a little blurred, but the kindness could not be suppressed.

The bumps brought by the horse, and the cold wind brought by the bumps, were not pleasant.

In fact, Han Xian should be grateful for the Star Map Origin who only visited tonight, if it weren't for him, then Guan Hanning wouldn't have tortured him so much, but now that Origin is also hungry.

It's really time to eat something, and if it's a dried radish, it should be delicious.

This is a miracle world, the warm house that is close in front of him, why is it so inaccessible in Han Xian's opinion at this moment.

The heart is cheering, the warm is warmly cheering, but the cold sweat really tells the heart their distance, you still need to persevere.

In fact, there is a very important question that Han Xian has not considered, although that place is warm, does it really have what it wants?

Maybe it's because I feel that that place can give me everything, that's why I look forward to it like that.

Han Xianlai came to the barracks, and the steps of jumping off the horse were already very vain, feeling that the world was rotating, and the only thing that could save him from his gaffe was to frantically squeeze the new member.

The original vivid green star map was very dim, and how could he still have the strength to supplement this greedy man, but this greedy man seemed to know that he must still have a private treasure.

I don't know how to control the star chart, but these instinctive things don't need to be taught by others, and in a temptation, the seemingly complicated encirclement is solved.

Desperately trying to sense, maybe Xingtu was very reluctant, but he still chose to be generous and selfless, and was separated from a little bit of light with the cold blood to the brain, which can be regarded as stable and dizzy.

That trace of energy can be regarded as replenishing a trace of strength for the pale Han Xian, giving him the courage to wait for Guan Hanning to leave.

Han Xian's hand numbly grasped the reins, and he didn't know how to put it down.

Guan Hanning looked at him calmly as if he hadn't discovered everything.

Han Xian's last courage was almost exhausted in Guan Hanning's gaze, and he saw that the corners of Guan Hanning's mouth were slightly upturned, was he making fun of Han Xian?

Yes, making fun of him, this one has to pay for his mistakes.

Seeing others smiling at him, in fact, Han Xian also wanted to smile back, but at this moment, the frozen muscles were already numb, and it was better to use that strength to insist on standing.

For the final torture, Guan Hanning felt that it was time to end: "Give me the reins, are you hungry?" A smile adorned his cheeks.

Han Xian wanted to speak and express his emotions, but his throat faked death. So nodding, his spine is already full, how can he still have the strength to maintain the poor etiquette.

Standing numbly, his legs didn't even have the strength to tremble.

Han Xian knew that he should hand the reins in his hand to Guan Hanning, but this would be pathetic, I want Guan Hanning to see it.

The cheeks decorated with a smile should be even more proud of his masterpiece, Guan Hanning bent down and snatched the reins from Han Xian's hand.

I don't say anything, I pat the horse and leave, there will be no one around, and I can laugh presumptuously.

Han Xian's palm was still bent, was he feeling nostalgic for his reins?

How could it be, it was because the fingers were numb and could not be straightened on their own.

The sound of the horse's hooves made Han Xian feel dizzy, but now that warmth is in front of him, what's the matter, I want to see it for the last time, right?

Han first slammed open the door curtain, without the light of the moon, this place was destined to be even darker, that terrible thing finally occupied the high ground, how could there be food in this place, when did this place have food?

I want to laugh at this time, I really laugh at this time, that star map is really happy, my master, I just arrived, and I haven't fought side by side presumptuously, is it going to disappear so coldly?

Can Han Xian still make a sound, maybe he can get him a glimmer of life when he stumbles to the ground, but Han Xian doesn't know that he can live like that.

The smile is also weak at this moment, so that there is no sound. But there are things that the instinct given by his duty will not be missing, why is there a warm smell, he makes himself too nostalgic.

All body and mind, maybe strength is not important anymore. Because the smell broke in in advance, it was with a trace of energy, awakening the blurred eyes and dissolving the numb legs.

Even though it was difficult, the arm still stretched out, touched it, and sensed it.

It is inevitable that he will stumble to the ground, how could Han Xian, who had eyes that lit up in the dark night, care, and the owner of those eyes would care about this young man who was prostrate on the ground?

If he cares, then it means that he is hungry too. Maybe someone is hungry, but it's not enough to compete with Han Xian for the cold steamed bun in the dust regardless of his face.

A numb throat doesn't care how cold and hard the rough food is.

Han Xian swallowed desperately, coughing from time to time.

Those people in their sleep thought they couldn't sleep peacefully, and in the dark night, those hazy eyes were so clear, and they were all so smiling, and they were all passing on questions?

"What's wrong with this kid, how can he be so hungry for such virtue?"

"I don't know, didn't you go out with Brother Guan, it seems that you were abused by Big Brother?"

"Haha, our big brother Wu is still prescient, knowing that this child will definitely starve to death, so I prepared a few steamed buns for him. ”

One by one, they watched Han Xian swallow desperately, and felt a little unbearable.

Someone finally remembered that Wu Jitang brought not only a few steamed buns, but also a small jar of wine.

My numb throat can't swallow the dry steamed buns, are you full?

How is it possible, it's so dry, coughing can't solve the problem, does it work? But what I can do now is keep coughing, keep pounding my chest, hoping to have a little effect.

The few people lying down all felt uncomfortable for Han Xian, will they cough up their throats, those who have good memories and good hearts, know that it is time to remind that person: "There is wine in the jar." ”

Han Xian was like grasping a life-saving straw, and the hand that beat his chest immediately explored forward, and sure enough, the man didn't lie to himself, there was a life-saving thing in this jar.

Tear off the plug and pour it into his mouth, if it is poison in it, then Han Xian must have been put down smoothly, but fortunately, Han Xian has nothing on him that makes others happy.

Anything that can open the throat is good wine, and the mouth is full, but the mind knows that there is still something to be done, and everything will be rushed, and the wine is swallowed, and he quickly thanks: "Thank you, thank you." ”

The few people lying down all looked at each other and smiled without saying anything, their eyes were closed, and there should be nothing of interest below.

Han Xian took a few more bites of the steamed bun and swallowed it slowly, the wine jug was slowly raised, and his lips touched, but the strange thing was that everything was still without symptoms.

Touching the mouth of the bottle on the lips, the wine in the jar did not pour into the stomach, why?

Is Han Xian, who has recovered his strength, picking on the fact that this wine is not delicious enough?

How could it be, the star map was able to shine on its own again, spinning tirelessly, and it was because of the discovery of his existence that Han Xian stopped his greed.

Don't want to get drunk?

Yes, how can you be drunk, yesterday thought you had done a good job today, how can you be easily knocked down by alcohol?

There is another voice in the same heart, will you get drunk with this little wine, and there will be no problem with ten more cans?

In fact, Han Xian's heart was still biased towards that he really wanted to drink, and he didn't take the wine jar that touched his lips, as long as he moved slightly, then the delicacy in it could satisfy him for a while.

But the hand with the recovery strength did not do this, perhaps unwillingly, but the wine jar was still firmly abandoned on the table by Han Xian.

Han Xian took a few more bites of steamed buns, his eyes couldn't bear to look at the table, maybe the rout was just a glimpse.

It was still completely dark in the barracks, and Han Xian knew that he could still be quiet for a few minutes.

Standing up straight, the dizziness did not completely subside, but now it was much easier to stabilize his body, and Han first stumbled into bed.

And make final preparations for tomorrow.

With your eyes closed, the darkness is very kind.

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