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It's the wind outside the plug, and it's also the heroic spirits who died in vain that year crying......

Han Moyang curled up in a corner of the tent, and he was frightened and fainted by Han Moyang in anger.

And Han Mochen, who has always been in danger and calm, stood in place in a daze.

"Who are you?" He looked at the unconscious Han Moyang and asked in a low voice.

Hu 19 was silent beside him.

"Who are you?" He turned his head to look at the pale and weak girl in front of him, the dazzling blood on her fingertips had gradually congealed.

However, it was this red that made Han Mochen remember everything in the dense forest that day, it was not his illusion, that red light really appeared and existed......

"I ......" Hu Nineteen's voice was very soft, light like a dream, "I am, Hu Nineteen." ”

Hu 19?

Han Mochen looked at the girl in front of him blankly, she seemed to be called "Shen Nineteen", and it seemed that she once called herself "Shen Jianing......

Hu 19?

Wildly?

Fox......

"What he said, is it true?" If he hadn't heard it with his own ears and seen it with his own eyes, Han Mochen would have thought he was crazy......

"Hmm." Hu Shijiu nodded lightly in response.

"You ......" Han Mochen wanted to speak and stopped.

"I'm a fox." Hu Shijiu raised his head and no longer avoided Han Mochen's gaze.

Different from Han Moyang's fear, after Han Mochen knew Hu Shijiu's "true identity" at this time, his heart was filled with a strange sense of confusion......

Han Mochen looked at Hu Shijiu, he had a lot to say, but he didn't know what to say......

"Let's talk about it when we go back to Langjing." Hu Shijiu looked at Han Moyang, who fell to the ground, and said softly.

"Okay......" Han Mochen nodded blankly.

My father died on the battlefield back then, but it was because of a spy in the army......

And that spy is actually his eldest brother who has always respected him and protected him - Han Moyang.

The beloved woman has lived and died with herself several times. But in the blink of an eye, he turned into a fox spirit......

Fortunately, fortunately, grandmother did not say as Han Moyang said in his words. Journey to the West......

In Han Mochen's mind, there were constantly all kinds of voices, and his heart was so confused that he didn't know how to face Hu Shijiu, let alone know it. How to deal with this "big brother" Han Moyang, who deserves to die for his crimes, but he can't get rid of it himself?

After a long time, Han Mochen's complexion gradually returned to normal: "Someone! ”

When the two iron-clad guards heard the sound, Han Mochen pointed at Han Moyang, who was still unconscious, and said, "Good student, take care of it!" Han Moyang will not be allowed to step out of the tent for half a step from now on! Violators, behead! ”

The two guards were stunned, however, when they looked at the mess all over the ground, they saw Hu Shijiu, who bowed his head and was silent, and Han Mochen, whose face was like frost. After answering the question, he carried Han Moyang out.

"I didn't mean to hurt you." It seemed that after a long time, Hu Shijiu looked at the dark red powder on the ground, and she said softly.

"I know." Han Mochen lowered his head and looked out of the tent again.

How could he not know that the woman in front of him not only did not "harm" him, but also had a life-saving grace for him.

However, there are still too many puzzles in Han Mochen's heart.

"You know how to spell?" He looked at Hu Nineteen and asked. The girl in front of her, no matter how you look at it, is no different from ordinary girls.

If anything, it's different. Maybe it's because her skin is too fair, her eyes are clearer, and her chin seems to be slightly pointed.

However, this is such a look, and it is the little winemaker who is not afraid of heaven and earth!

Hu Shijiu didn't seem to expect Han Mochen to ask her this question. She smiled lightly, revealing a mouthful of white and fine teeth, but this appearance made Han Mochen feel a little in a trance, as if the person in front of her was a young girl, but she looked like a little fox in the mountains and forests.

"No, it won't." She shook her head and said, such a conversation was beyond Hu Shijiu's expectations.

She thought that after Han Mochen knew his identity, he would either question, or be frightened, or even behead himself under the sword on the spot......

However, he didn't ask anything, he just believed that Hu Shijiu wouldn't harm him, he just asked cautiously-"Do you know how to spell?" ”

"Oh......" Han Mochen nodded.

I don't know why, when Han Mochen heard that Hu Shijiu didn't know how to spell, his heart was even more relaxed, perhaps, like this, she is more like a human being, and she can be with herself......

Han Mochen felt that he was really crazy.

He wants to grow old with Hu Shijiu.

"In the past few days, you have stayed here, and Dayan may still make some moves." The atmosphere inside the tent was a little strangely awkward.

Han Mochen just took two steps towards the tent door, then stood still, turned his head, and said to Hu Shijiu.

"Okay." Hu Shijiu nodded obediently in agreement.

For Han Mochen's kindness, she understands it.

Han Mochen stared at Hu Shijiu and strode forward again.

"You ......" he looked around the tent for a week, and then reached out and tore off a strand of cloth from the hem of his sleeve, "In the future, don't do this, the blood of goblins is also blood ......"

His movements, skilful but clumsy.

However, it wasn't until he bandaged the wound on Hu Shijiu's fingertips that the bewitching girl still lowered her head and didn't speak.

"I'm leaving." Han Mochen took a deep breath, all these years of bloody battlefields, even if he was scarred, it seemed to him to be commonplace.

However, at this time, he looked at the red wounds on Hu Shijiu's fingertips, but he always felt dizzy......

This finger, this wound......

It's clearly no different from ordinary people, why is she just a fox?

Everything today, until this moment, Han Mochen still feels like a dream, a particularly ridiculous dream.

When Hu Shijiu's slender fingers were wrapped like a silkworm cocoon by Han Mochen, he glanced at Hu Shijiu who bowed his head and was silent again: "Let's go!" ”

In Han Mochen's sight, only Hu Shijiu's pointed chin seemed to be raised slightly.

When he heard Han Mochen's footsteps gradually disappearing, a drop of water splashed on the land inside the tent, and then, like a pearl with a broken thread, countless crystal teardrops poured out of Hu Shijiu's eyes, falling down her smooth chin, falling in the dust, and falling in the tent of the Han family's army.

Han Mochen......

Hu Shijiu read the name softly.

"You're such a fool...... she cried and cried, looking at the direction Han Mochen had left outside the tent, and laughed again.

Why, he knew that he was a demon, but he just asked with curiosity like a child, why, he knew that he was a demon, but he still told him not to hurt himself at will in the future!

The blood of demons is also blood.

The heart of the demon is also the heart......

The thick strip of cloth on his hand still seemed to carry Han Mochen's body temperature.

Hu Shijiu slowly put her hand on her upper cheek, and she smiled happily......

(To be continued.) )