"Get out." As soon as this person approached, he couldn't help but make He Dangli feel disgusted, and his sharp eyes were half-narrowed. The hand holding the cane tightened a little.

"Alas, Deputy General Zuo, you are treating kindness as a donkey's liver and lungs, and I, Li Erhan, am all for your good." Li Erhan felt that even beauties must have some tempers, not to mention that they are still such beautiful and fragrant. Maybe this little pepper is more and more resistant, and it is exciting to play.

"Get out." He Dangli's reason was faintly hovering on the verge of murder, his eyes were cloudy, and his chest was sharp.

"Vice Admiral Zuo, you're still seriously injured now, don't fuck or shame yourself. Lao Tzu is not happy to talk to you in a good voice, you have to be rough with Lao Tzu, and sure enough, a slut is a slut. Lao Tzu, even if you are here now, no one will say anything, isn't it just a rabbit master who is the same as the military girl/branch/nothing, who in the entire military camp doesn't know, phew. Li Erhan was a little annoyed by the refusal of being here and the third. If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't touch this face, I would have had a bad time later, and I would have slapped it a long time ago.

A rabbit who sells butts, ahh

"Lao Tzu told you to get out, didn't you hear!" He Dangli's only patience was completely used up, his cold face was cold, his dark pupils were glowing with a faint cold light, and his aura was cold.

"Phew, you think you can tell you ...... the current situation." Li Erhan was just about to step forward and start scolding with force, and before he could finish his words, a small and sharp dagger was like a flexible snake that got into it, only smashing his internal organs and rolling.

"Whew." The whole face was so painful that even the facial features were wrinkled together, and the already ugly facial features were even wrinkled together at this moment, and the saliva was dripping down uncontrollably.

Except for the cry of pain, she couldn't make any other sound, if her eyes could kill, I am afraid that she would have been cut by thousands of knives and broken into thousands of pieces.

He Dangli sent the knife in his hand deep again, and his cold face showed a rare smile.

"This deputy general told you to get out of the way, who told you to be disobedient." The white knife came in, the red knife came out, and what was displayed in front of her was like the most gorgeous and colorful red plum picture in the snow.

The white is snow, the red is blood, and the two are blended together, and they are so beautiful.

One is the white moonlight in the heart, and the other is the cinnabar mole in the dream.

The poison-stained dagger feared that the death would not be painful enough, and it was still frantically churning the intestines in his abdomen.

Fast and slow forward, with endless torment. The dagger is dyed with a mixture of colorless and odorless soft tendons and crane top red.

He Dangli was very careful not to let the blood stain himself for half a point, and his red lips were slightly raised. The man who watched coldly as he fell to the ground cramping and cut his limbs into pieces was staring at her in horror, and his angry eyes were so gloomy that he wanted to break her body to pieces.

But it was such an expression, and it was really perfect to please her, and even the smile on her face was a little sincere.

It's true that there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and hell has no door to break into. Isn't it good to be alive?

This time, He Dangli was worried that the previous situation would appear again, and he would not delay for half a minute along the way, lest he would be annoyed by the people who did it once.

But when she lifted the curtain of the military tent where she lived, she came out and peeked out several times. I looked left and right at the small dirt slope outside the tent with a dry dog's tail grass plugged in. Only to be sure that you are not wrong?

But why does it look so strange inside?

In the tent, Fan Fan was full of self-blame with his back to the visitor, squatting next to a large brass incense burner burning brass paper money, and the side was also full of thick pieces of paste-like colored paper figures and carriage sedan chairs and other furniture, and his mouth was still chattering about something.

His expression was full of sadness and deep disgust and self-reproach for himself.

The tent was filled with the smell of burning candles and paper money, so much so that she almost thought she had accidentally broken into the mourning hall???

"What are you doing? I'm good, who are you going to burn this thing to? Fan Dajunshi? He Dangli felt that it was time for him to speak out, otherwise he might still think that today was his first seven years of return.

"Ahh Ah Li.... You're not dead! ”

"No, Lao Tzu is still alive and well, don't you feel unhappy?"

Immediately after, without waiting for the man's reply, a big bear hug almost overwhelmed her.

Also, your second uncle's has pressed Lao Tzu's cracked wound, and he is about to die of Lao Tzu.

"Ah Li, I knew that you Ji people have their own natural appearance, and they must still be alive."

“..........。” That feeling, the paper money you burned just now was not for me???

He Dangli learned from Fan Fan's babbling words that they had been tricked that night, and when they arrived, Zhu San had already killed red eyes, and his body was full of injuries, large and small, and he was still lying in the tent at the moment and couldn't get out of bed, but fortunately, he was out of danger of his life.

That night, He Dangli urgently ordered a retreat, and after risking his death, there were twenty-four people left behind. plus her and Zhu San, it is exactly twenty-six people.

She didn't know how to feel when she heard this, but she knew that if she had found out earlier in that small battle, she would have been able to save more people.

But she also knows that since everything has happened, it is useless to just think about the past, and the most important thing in the present is the present.

He Dangli asked someone to bring her medicine in, but she couldn't reach her back, she just sprinkled it casually, even if it hurt so much that she grinned and didn't intend to ask someone to help.

And on the first night after leaving Qinghe, she had a bizarre dream, which could even be called ambiguous and glamorous to the extreme.

In the dream, it is a secluded peach blossom forest, with mountains, rivers and bamboo houses.

Not far away, there is even a small lotus pond planted with small lotus to show sharp corners, and there are dragonflies standing on their heads.

She cautiously pushed open the door of the bamboo hut, only to open the door from the inside before she could put her hand on it.

The long jade stood down, and the light-colored sunlight in the morning seemed to give him a layer of hazy gold edges, as if the gold had been crushed and sprinkled on it.

When Qinghe, who was dressed in an azure pigment robe, saw that it was her outside the door, his face no longer held that detached and indifferent face, but with a little gentle affection.

The large, broad, dry hand grasped the small white hand and wrapped it in; "I can't sleep with my son." Just a few words are full of affection that can't be dissolved, like a peach bloom suddenly out of thin air on the branches.

"Master, where is this?" Even though she knew that it was in a dream, she always felt a little unsteady in her heart, and always felt that something difficult to describe would happen? Subconsciously ignored Qinghe's too intimate name for her.

"Li'er, didn't I say that? The one who called me to clear the alliance in the future, how come you forgot it after one night. The man's face was as blessed with God's voice as his voice, and he even flicked her smooth head lightly in order to punish her for not paying attention.

"I didn't." He Dangli felt that his face must be as red as a monkey's butt now, and his hands were still hot.

So much so that they didn't dare to look at people secretly, as if the girl was full of love.

"It's rare to be shy." The man took her hand and kissed her lips, obviously a kiss as light as a feather floating across the lake without half a wave, but it made her heart boil like a boiling kettle for no reason.

"I made breakfast, and today I have your favorite osmanthus cake."

The big hands held the small hands, and the cyan robe corners and the bright skirt were entangled with each other as they walked, as if red lotus flowers bloomed on the green branches.

"Okay." He Dangli was so confused by Qinghe's smile that he couldn't figure out the southeast and northwest, so he could only let the man move in a daze.

And what she wants to know more is, what is she like in this dream? What will be the end of the dream? There are still so many people who don't dream, why do they dream of other masters!!

Could it be that she is really hungry for other people's bodies???

In the hexagonal pavilion with pure white color, the marble table is already full of breakfast, and it is exuding steaming heat.

"Li'er is too thin, so she needs to eat more." The handsome and clear man curled the corners of his lips, used chopsticks to fry tofu with chopsticks and bamboo shoots for her, and moved the fried poached egg in front of him to him.

"Didn't Li'er say that day that he wanted to learn to make wine, take advantage of today's good weather, fold some peach blossoms later, and bury them under the peach blossom tree, and wait until next year when we dig out the beauty." Qinghe saw that she didn't use chopsticks much today, and thought that she was tired of eating a vegetarian meal with clear soup and little water recently.

After cleaning her hands with her eyes half-drooping, she concentrated on peeling the salted duck eggs in the small bamboo basket.

"The master eats it too." He Dangli saw that the master peeled a salted duck egg for himself, and he was embarrassed to sandwich a piece of fried tofu for him, his eyes were crooked, and he smiled flatteringly.

"I have to wait until I'm fed and then I don't eat." The man took the opportunity to peel all the remaining three green-skinned salted duck eggs. The ones are smooth and lovely in white porcelain bowls.

Qinghe was worried that she didn't like the egg white, so she deliberately dug out the oily red egg yolk, and the overly snoring egg white was sandwiched in her bowl.

He Dangli ate the fragrant and delicious salted egg yolk, blushing and peeking at the man who was concentrating on peeling his eggs, and his heart was beating strongly.

I only feel that this scene in the dream she has fantasized about it more than a hundred times before, looking for a place where no one is, building a hut, picking a few peach blossoms in the yard, digging a small fish pond to raise three or two cute big white geese, the two of them sit quietly in front of the court for three meals and four seasons, enjoy the flowers blooming and falling together, and laugh and talk about the dreams of the floating years.

The top of this mountain is called Peach Blossom Mountain, as the name suggests, it is very beautiful, it can be described as a quiet and elegant place, quiet and pleasant scenery.

Everywhere there are clouds and mist, and the surroundings are full of exotic flowers and plants, which are fragrant and pleasant. Under the eaves of the vermilion and blue warped roof, a small row of fragrant and elegant jasmine flowers is planted, and when you open the bamboo window lattice, you can see the green plantain leaves, as well as the mountain bamboo forest.

Like the end of the prosperity she fantasized about in her childhood, find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden hut, pave a bluestone path, and be with you in the morning and dusk. It's just that the last person who was originally conceived to be by his side in the end would definitely be Gongzi, but who would have thought that the person who went around and around would be the master who would not eat the fireworks of the world and stay away from the red dust of the mortal world.

I never thought that I would dream of such a beautiful place, and I would still live an isolated life with the master.

Could it be that she actually thought so deep down in her heart, even thinking about the unrealistic daydream of the master taking off her plain white monk's robe and washing her hands and making soup for her???

After a meal, He Dangli's little face was slightly red, and he only felt that he didn't even obey his own head very much, and why was the master so skilled in feeding her!

He Dangli, who was full of wine and food, had time to look at the clothes he was wearing.