"Phew......!" Wusun Ji Chang spat out a mouthful of bloody spit, and five or six arrows were shot from his body. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info The pain all over his body was so bad that he couldn't move, and if he had armor on his body, he and Ben were not afraid of the arrows of the Huns. But when he rushed out in the morning, he didn't have time to put on his armor. Reaching out to touch the saber beside him, he tried to raise his arm, but found that the saber was gone, and along with the saber, his hand was missing.

A beardless guy suddenly appeared in his eyes, and Wusun Jichang, who was in a daze, immediately woke up. "It's you!" Wusun Ji Chang understood everything, the Huns never attacked the Yun family's convoy. Pingliang has already taught the Huns enough lessons, and what can make the Huns forget the lesson must be enough benefits to make them tempted. And the only one who can provide this kind of benefit is Daqin!

"Wusun shopkeeper, I didn't expect us to meet in this situation. Zhao Gao doesn't want to take your life, but it seems that your injuries won't last a few days. I'm helping you by letting people kill you now, you agree! Zhao Gao said with a smile.

He was right, Wusun Ji Chang was hit by five or six arrows. Without armor protection, the arrows were deep into the viscera. Bian Que may be able to save him here, but now Bian Que is not here. This is something that can't be helped, if Zhao Gao doesn't kill Wusun Jichang. He is definitely 10,000 times sadder than dying now! Now that everything is doomed, you can only go on according to God's arrangement. Until, God didn't like this chess piece and kicked him out. It's like Wusun Ji Chang in front of him!

"And I want to thank you! Hehehe! Ever since I was fourteen years old, I have known that life and death are commonplace. This person is of average length horizontally and vertically. Let's be happy, don't be a mother-in-law, my mother's Uncle Wusun, I can stand it. As Wusun Ji Chang spoke, blood foamed out of his mouth. The blood that flowed out of his body had already stained the withered grass red, and it was difficult for Wusun Jichang to survive just by shedding so much blood.

Zhao Gao shook his head helplessly, the living Wusun Ji Chang might be more useful. But it seems that it can only be used by borrowing his head. Being alive now is also a devastation for him. Turning around and waving his hand, Ling Qiu's blade slashed across Wusun Jichang's neck. When the head fell to the ground, there was not much blood coming out of the cavity. His blood was running dry.

The sun in early spring hung high in the sky, and Zhao Gao's donkey was spinning in circles on the grassland. His attendants stood on the side, and the Huns in the distance cheered. They robbed a lot of things, a thousand carts. They hadn't grabbed so many things for years, and the tribe of the Right Virtuous King would be rich because of this robbery. The power will also grow and become one of the best in the grassland.

This time, it can be regarded as offending Pingliang, and it seems that there is only one way to go to the dark. Otherwise, if you are caught by Yun Yue, it is inevitable to be cut by a thousand knives. Zhao Gao had heard of Yun Yue's harsh punishment methods, and when he thought about those cruel methods, a chill surged in his heart. But it can't be helped, he can't turn back since last night. This God, how can you give people a chance to turn back. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath of bloody air, as if he were doing some kind of religious ritual.

"Let's go! Take the head of Wusun Ji Chang to see Da Shan Yu, maybe we can convince the young Shan Yu. Zhao Gao said a word, and then took the servants to find the Right Xian King.

The old dog screamed and took off his armor. The war horse behind him was already lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth of the mouth. And the horse he was leading did not know where to go, and he did not know where he had galloped for a day and a night. It is surrounded by grasslands, and you can faintly see green mountains in the distance.

Five arrows were hit in the back, and the deepest arrow actually entered the flesh. In his hurry, he only had time to put on his inner armor, if he put on his heavy armor. How could the Huns' bows and arrows hurt him? My mouth is so dry that I can handle the kettle. Poured the few remaining drops of water down his throat!

With arrows on his armor, the old dog could imagine what kind of flesh and blood were now on his back. He took a package from his horse and headed east with a huge chopping knife. They walked the Xiongnu grassland, and as long as they went east, they would go to the Yan country. There is a shop of the Yun family there, as long as a flying pigeon passes a book, you can report the situation here to the Hou Ye. Everything but it is up to the Hou Ye to decide, the old dog swallowed a non-existent saliva. I didn't see Wusun Jichang, and the old dog was a little worried. This Uncle Wusun must not have an accident, if something happens to him, Master Hou will really go crazy.

The grass on the ground was like a blanket of yellow and green, spreading from under your feet to the sky. The old dog dragged a horse chopping knife and walked alone on the grassland.

In the distance, several wolves followed him, apparently shocked by the murderous aura of the old dog. He didn't dare to get close, and after following for a while, he called a few times and turned back to enjoy the corpse of the war horse.

From dawn to darkness, and from darkness to dawn. The old dog walked like that, and when he went out of a small river, he drank a sip of water, and filled the kettle. He walked like a machine, and the wound on his back hurt fiercely. Sometimes it hurts to jump and jump, and the old dog feels very hot. You barely have to go far before you have to take a sip of water.

At first, there was still sweat on my body, but I didn't even sweat when I walked. He felt like a red-hot charcoal fire in his body, and even on a grassland night in early spring, he didn't feel the slightest cold. And the old dog feels that the more he walks, the lighter his steps become. Farmland began to appear in the distance, as well as houses. The old dog could even see the rooster flapping its wings and flying up the wall. And there is also the barking of dogs!

If you have farmland and houses, you will prove that you have come to the land of the Chinese people. Only a nation that eats in the soil will have such characteristics. A little girl saw the old dog, and she seemed to have seen a ghost. Throwing down the shovel that was digging wild vegetables, he ran home as if he was dead.

The old dog wanted to call her, but he opened his mouth but didn't make a sound. I don't know when, his throat was so swollen that he couldn't speak. He spit out a mouthful of yellow-green sticky phlegm, and his head was dizzy. Shaking his head, the old dog felt like he was flying. In front of me is a clear blue sky, and white clouds are mischievously drifting in front of you. From time to time, he also changed his shape, as if he was playing hide and seek with the old dog.

"Daddy! That's him......! The little girl appeared timidly before her, and her voice was gurgling, as if she were talking in the water. Then the old dog saw a man with a scruffy beard, and then a multitude of people. And then there's the darkness that stretches to the limit.

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