Fuck it!

Rubbish!

This waste!

You can't do this little thing!

You deserve to die! ”

Angry shouts and curses came from the tent, and they smelled of hideousness and impatience.

Yuan Bo, whose whole face was distorted to the point of deformation, scolded here, slamming his hand on the table while scolding.

Obviously, he already knew about Liu Wuzhou's death, otherwise he would not have had such a big reaction, and he was even more angry than his mother being hacked to death by others.

After a long while, he gradually calmed down, but his chest was still rising and falling violently, and he was panting for breath like a fish that was about to die.

Why can't you die?!

This damn scumbag!

He cursed loudly in his heart, with a sense of grievance.

"I can hide from the first year of junior high school, but I can't hide from the fifteenth!

Sooner or later, I'm going to kill you! ”

He muttered like this, venting the resentment in his heart.

While saying this, the whole person couldn't help but circle around the tent, looking like a donkey pulling a mill.

His big reaction was because he really wanted Han Cheng to die, and on the other hand, he felt that he was not good at dealing with the Dou family.

After all, it was he who asked Liu Wuzhou to deal with the kid surnamed Han who mentioned his opinion.

Otherwise, the Dou family, who was far away in Guanlong, would not know about the affairs between Liu Wuzhou and the Liu family and that kid.

When he put forward these opinions, he made a guarantee, and swore that as long as the Dou family could express their support in the back and deal with the closing on their behalf, this matter would definitely be a complete success.

Now, however, everything is a mess.

Recalling what he said before, Yuan Bo felt that his face was hot, and it was even more uncomfortable than being slapped a lot.

This damn boy!

Once again, he cursed inwardly.

Why didn't he die?

If he dies, with the help of this incident, he can get in touch with the Dou family and other families and climb these high branches.

These families are all amazingly powerful, as long as you are friendly with them, you only need a little leakage from their fingers when the time comes, and it will be enough for them to enjoy themselves.

Maybe one day, he will be able to climb to the top of Li Jing, an old man.

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is often cruel.

If the reality wasn't cruel, Yuan Bo wouldn't be so hideous at this time, and his whole face would be distorted to the point of deformation.

After walking back and forth in the camp tent for many laps, and he was about to dizzy himself, the indignant Yuan Bo finally walked out of the camp tent and walked deeper into the barracks, to find the person from the Dou family, to talk about it.

On the way to walk, Yuan Bo still looked worried.

He really didn't know how to tell the son surnamed Dou about this matter.

I don't know what kind of reaction the other party will have after hearing about this incident, is it that he no longer pays attention to himself from now on?

With full hesitation and apprehension, Yuan Bo still walked to the camp where the man surnamed Dou lived, and after hesitating for a while, he stepped forward and let people go in to pay respects......

Heavy snow fell from the sky, setting off the sky and the earth.

The cold wind howled, stirring the snowflakes around.

The cold seems to be everywhere, even if you have wrapped your clothes tightly, there is still a lot of cold wind, which will drill into the body.

In such weather, there is a group of people walking in the vast snowfield.

These people were wrapped in thick furs, and even their heads were wrapped, but even so, they couldn't withstand such a severe cold.

The same trembling horses, laboriously moving their hooves and trampling on the snow, walked forward.

Behind the war horses, the climbing plow, which became popular as the snow fell, was dragged.

Even the men and horses looked like leaves in the cold wind, shivering.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

In the howling cold wind, there will be bursts of coughing from time to time, even if there is a cold wind suppressing it, you can hear some heart-rending meaning from this coughing sound.

The person who made these coughing sounds was an old man wrapped in a fur.

This is really an old man, because his hair is all gray, the same color as the snowflakes that fall around him and in the sky.

Suddenly, it looked like a snowflake had been dropped.

The old man's body bowed down because of the cough, the whole person's head drooped hard, and his face was red from coughing, looking extremely uncomfortable.

A man who was riding with him on a plow reached out and gently beat his back, his face full of worry.

After a while, the man calmed down a little, and he didn't cough as badly as before.

The person who beat him on the back quickly took out a gourd from his bosom and handed it to the old man.

"Master, take a sip of wine to warm up."

The man spoke up.

The old man nodded, and reached out to take the wine gourd in the man's hand.

His hands were so thin that they looked like the claws of a bird.

The outstretched hand shook uncontrollably, and I don't know if it was because of the cold or some other reason.

He reached out and grabbed it a few times, but he didn't catch the wine gourd.

It was this man who handed it to him, and he could be considered to have gotten it.

The old man trembled and tried hard for a long time before he could bring the wine gourd to his mouth, but before he could start drinking, he began a new round of coughing.

The servant hurriedly slapped him on the back again.

The old man coughed a few times, resisted the urge to cough, and poured a large gulp of wine into his mouth.

After a short pause in his mouth, he swallowed it, and then poured two more sips to temporarily suppress the cough.

"Whew~Whew~"

The old man, who had finally calmed down, gasped for breath and sounded like a bellows being pulled.

"The head of the family, if you don't go this time, let's go back, along with the Supreme Doctor, there is also the Imperial Doctor, let's let the Imperial Doctor take a good look."

You rest more, it's not as good as before, your body really can't stand such a toss......"

The man took the gourd from the old man's hand, covered it with the lid, stuffed it back into his bosom, and kept it warm with body heat, preventing it from becoming cold or even freezing.

After doing these things well, he looked at the gray-haired old man and persuaded him with worry.

Tears slid down his eyes and fell on his clothes, and they condensed into beads of ice......

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