Thinking of Yang Awu's injury, Yang Shuang didn't care about exploring the affairs of Dragon City, so he dragged the prisoner Dragon Dao to the stretcher in a few steps.

The little girl who was heroic when she left was now gloomy, her red lips were pale, her eyes were no longer lively and cute, and her languishing appearance was even more lovely.

"Little Five!" Yang Shuang called softly.

For this eldest niece, who is only two years younger than Jiang Soul, he has mixed feelings.

For the sake of the general's ultimate fate, if the general soul is not the king of Wei, the two of them may be perfect together.

It's a pity that although the two are not related by blood, they have an insurmountable gap of "uncle and nephew".

Put it in the Turkic adaptation, put it in the Central Plains, this is a mess!

"Uncle Wang, is that you?"

Maybe it was because she heard a familiar voice, or maybe it was a return to the light, the little girl who was originally unconscious suddenly opened her big bright eyes and looked directly at the bald head in front of her.

She struggled to raise her arm, as if she wanted to ** the cheek of the person who looked at her, but unfortunately, in the end, she was still unable to fall.

"It's me!" Parting from life and death can always be very sad.

Even Yang Shuang, an iron-blooded tough guy who has been tempered by two lifetimes, is also sad at this moment.

"Wang ····· Uncle Wang, do you hate Xiao Wu very much? The little girl didn't wait for Yang Shuang to answer, and said intermittently again: "When I was a child, our house was not a palace, but a small courtyard that was not gorgeous. ”

At that time, I didn't know what the "fifth uncle" was, and thought it was a playmate of the same age who had been fostered by a distant relative. ”

"Sister likes to watch Uncle Wu dance with knives and guns, in fact, Ah Wu likes it more, and hides in the corner every time to watch secretly. The most vivid memory is the time when my uncle taught us to ride a horse, and you squatted on top of a rare treasure····· Hehe·· Ahem! ”

Hearing this, Yang Shuang's face was a little dark, but seeing the uncomfortable appearance of this little girl, he felt even more uncomfortable, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and listened attentively again.

When people come to the end of their lives, they always like the Myanmar past.

He didn't want Yang Ah Wu to be like this, but the arrow that pierced through his abdomen really couldn't be cured without a wizard of Aba's level here.

It's not hard, it's impossible!

'If Yang Awu dies here, will Yang Jian fight with him? At that time, even if the identity of the god of the king is revealed, it is estimated that it will not be useful, right? ’

Even if Yang Jian is jealous of the identity of the Horse Thief King of the Western Regions, he may secretly plan something. ’

If this is the case, the Western Regions and the Great Sui are completely opposed, and Changsun Sheng, Lao Hei, Shi Wansui and others, who have a good relationship with him, will immediately turn the spearhead and point the finger at themselves. ’

In ancient times, the idea of loyalty to the monarch was extremely important.

Looking at the little girl who was muttering to herself, as if she was about to lose her fragrance, Yang Shuang was very sad.

"Later, I grew up with Ah Di, and there were more and more people playing together, but my sisters and I were repeatedly reprimanded by our father, and we were not allowed to dance with knives and sticks, at that time, Ah Wu really wanted to learn, even if it was only half of the fifth uncle's skills·······"

"Finally one day, my father became the prime minister, he began to get busy, and he couldn't take care of our brothers and sisters anymore, and Ah Wu was finally able to practice martial arts with the fifth uncle······"

"However, the war also followed, the expedition to the Northern Qi, the late Pingwei, the resistance to the Turks, the battle of the South Chen, Ah Wu misses the uncle······" As she spoke, the little girl sat up suddenly, "Uncle, Ah Wu likes you!" ”

Yang Shuang's heart was like a pinprick, and he didn't know how to answer.

Like?

I really like it.

But the love of ancient people seems to be no different from the love of later generations.

In order to stabilize this little girl who has returned to the light, Yang Shuang couldn't help but nodded.

"Uncle, do you like Ah Wu?"

Yang Shuang's throat was choked, and he was about to speak, but the little girl stopped his words.

"Uncle, don't talk, kiss me!"

'Alas! Yang Shuang sighed lightly in his heart, and was just about to lean his big mouth up, but there was a roar in the distance.

The Turkic Iron Horseman, catching up!