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He looked coldly at the two men in black in front of him: "Get out." ”

The two fled in a hurry.

Murong Ye stood in place, he didn't dare to turn around and look at Hu Shijiu on the couch.

He didn't know how to face her.

It turned out that all this was a trap carefully planned by Murong Mingmei.

And he is so selfish, taking the "dead girl" step by step into this inescapable net.

Murong Ye still remembered that when he insisted on taking Hu Shijiu away from the "Nine Gardens", Murong Mingmei once asked him meaningfully: "Don't you regret it?" ”

Regret?

Murong Ye simply thought that Murong Mingmei was worried that Hu Shijiu would not be able to forgive him after he became conscious.

However, he would rather confess in front of Hu Shijiu than have her by his side like this.

It was only at this moment that Murong Ye finally discovered that Murong Mingmei's so-called "regret" that day was gambling with Hu Shijiu's life.

He turned to look at Hu Shijiu, who had a high fever, and slowly leaned over to stare at the unconscious woman, the distance between him and her seemed to be only between a breath and a breath, so close, but it was separated by the moat of life and death.

For the first time, Murong Ye held Hu Shijiu's hand and put it on his cheek, and his tears fell on Hu Shijiu's forehead: "Dead girl, what should I do with you......"

The north wind whistled through......

Hu Shijiu opened her eyes groggily, these days, she always seems to be half-asleep and half-awake.

Sometimes, she seemed to see her brother Fox Jun Bai Ling......

Sometimes, she saw "Lu Wu" appear in front of her again......

More often than not, she always saw the fire in that barracks......

Han Mochen......

A crystal tear slipped down the corner of Hu Shijiu's eyes.

However, her face was astringent, but someone seemed to rub her cheeks gently.

"Nineteen ......"

Who is it?

Sighing softly?

Who is it?

Calling my name?

Hu Shijiu wanted to agree, however, her throat was extremely dry. Her eyes were swollen, and her sense of smell, which she was most proud of, could not make out the breath of a human being.

That hands, gently. Gently, rubbing Hu Shijiu's cheeks, the palm of his hand seemed to have a faint cocoon, Hu Shijiu's heart was infinitely sour, what a beautiful dream......

She was sure. These hands, this person, are Han Mochen......

Perhaps, if he doesn't wake up like this, Han Mochen won't leave, he won't misunderstand himself, and he won't die on the battlefield......

No, Hu Shijiu's heart was faintly shouting.

How could she sleep peacefully?

The Han family's military grain and grass were burned, and Han Mochen's life and death were uncertain, she remembered. She seemed to remember that one night, "Lu Wu" once led herself to stand on top of the high city tower, pointing in the direction of Han Jiajun, and he said, "It's time for everything to end!" ”

"Han Mochen!" Hu Nineteen exclaimed, she opened her eyes suddenly!

I don't know if it's too weak, or if her eyesight is impaired by a high fever, for a while, Hu Shijiu couldn't see the surrounding scenery clearly!

Eyes, sour and unbearable. Breathing, all with a burning heat.

However, she couldn't help but be the man in front of her, who was still a little chilly. Hold it tightly in your arms!

"Nineteen!" He was pleasantly surprised!

Who!

Hu Shijiu was about to struggle, but the man's voice shocked her beyond measure......

She couldn't believe that the person in front of her was none other than Han Mochen!

And in this horror, Hu Nineteen's eyes. I gradually adapted to the light in the tent, and the surroundings were unfamiliar but somewhat familiar.

Han Mochen hugged Hu Nineteen tightly, perhaps, Hu Nineteen's quietness made him feel a little uneasy.

However, he was reluctant to let go of the woman in his arms, and they had many opportunities to explain their hearts, but they missed it again and again.

Han Mochen thought it was the protection of Hu Shijiu, but it became a shackle that almost killed her.

Han ...... Ink...... Chen ...... "I don't know how long I've been in a coma, Hu Shijiu only feels that it's a little difficult to even speak.

However, these three words brought tears to the eyes of the man who hugged him, the famous "General Han" of Chen Guo, and the "cold-faced Saburo" who terrified the enemy.

"It's me!" Han Mochen picked up Hu Nineteen's cheek, which was almost as thin as the size of his palm, he looked into Hu Nineteen's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Nineteen, your Han Mochen is here." ”

It's mine?

In Hu Shijiu's heart, it was as if a haze had risen these days, and at this time, Han Mochen's words were like a ray of sunshine suddenly shining in, dispelling the darkness that had been going on for a long time.

She smiled wearily.

I said, "Outside the tent, a voice suddenly sounded.

This voice, like a sharp sword, coldly, slashed through the air, cruelly cutting the distance between Han Mochen and Hu Shijiu again.

The howling north wind blew in from outside the door, Murong Ye was fully dressed and holding a sword, and the bonfire was blazing behind him, "Don't be afraid, I'm one." ”

He put down the curtain with a smile and looked at Hu Shijiu, who was sitting on the couch with a shocked face, and a wisp of tenderness appeared in his eyes: "Dead girl, you are awake." ”

The nightmare of the previous life swept over again.

Hu Shijiu struggled to stand up, but he had a splitting headache, Han Mochen hurriedly reached out to help, but he did not guard against Murong Ye behind him.

"I said, let go of my wife." Murong Ye pressed his sword against Han Mochen's back.

"Lu Wu! You! Hu Shijiu was in a hurry, and he still called Murong Ye's original "name".

Murong Ye smiled, he nodded at Hu Shijiu: "Yes, I haven't become stupid, and I know what my name is." ”

Lu Wu......

Han Mochen didn't let go of the hand that was holding Hu Shijiu, however, he clearly felt that as soon as he moved, the sharp sword pierced a little.

Tonight, in order to come to rescue Hu Nineteen. Han Mochen didn't change into bulky armor, he was just wearing a regular dress on weekdays, however, just like that, he still "put down" countless Dayan guards all the way with his bare hands, and invinciblely broke into Hu Shijiu's camp.

And the green dragon spear that followed him like a shadow, but because he had just visited Hu Shijiu, was still standing a few steps away from Han Mochen.

"Lu Wu!" Hu Nineteen watched the sharp sword pierce into Han Mochen's back inch by inch, and soon, dark red blood stains leaked out of his dark blue robe.

"Nineteen, don't be afraid......" Han Mochen stared at Hu Nineteen's anxious eyes, perhaps, he would be sent here today, but he still had the dignity of a warrior and a man.

His brow suddenly furrowed, but he still smiled, smiling......

Han Mochen helped Hu Shijiu sit on the couch, and Murong Ye's sword pierced into it again.

Hu Shijiu didn't dare to struggle, she was afraid that her slightest move would cost Han Mochen's life......

(To be continued.) )