The light of the fire shone upon them, and they all stretched out their hands to cover their eyes.

"Why don't you leave?" I asked.

"Boss!" Mo Cheng squeezed through the crowd and said to me, "There are many bones of wild beasts in front of us, piled up, and we are afraid of something, so we dare not come forward." ”

"Poisoned?" I don't understand.

What's going on?

Suddenly there is a tunnel, not to mention, and now a pile of beast corpses has come out? Does anyone often pass through the tunnels?

"Ah Shuang." Zhao You followed Mo Cheng to me, "How is the battle up there?" ”

"It's still fighting." I sighed.

It turned out that after Mo Cheng learned about the tunnel from Mo Qingyuan, he saw people wandering on the road along the way, wanting to escape from the city, so he brought them with him. dragged the family with the mouth, and called the neighborhood, a large group of people appeared in the tunnel. That's why the prefectural government looks like a mess.

Everyone hid in the tunnel, worried about some monsters in the depths of the tunnel, and worried that soldiers would come down from above, so no one dared to light the lamp. They also didn't have fluorite, so they could only be in the front of the tunnel where they couldn't see their fingers.

I entrusted Zhao You with the matter of capturing Ma Qi, and Zhao You agreed without saying a word, turned around and walked out of the tunnel.

I asked Xiao Wuhua, "Do you want to take a closer look now?" ”

"Don't. Please......" Xiao Wuhua was helpless, "It's not over yet, can't you stay here in peace?" ”

"Then I don't want to stay here. Not to mention that the Southern Korean army did not enter the city, but they did, and it was a big deal to fight. Can they be more ferocious than the most vicious bandits? "I don't care.

Xiao Wuhua stopped me and didn't let me leave the tunnel, saying, "Luo Heng is not in the city, I don't know how to practice medicine, only Yin Pan is alone." Do you want to die again? ”

……

At the same time, the Luan Dynasty Palace.

At night in the Imperial Garden, the night flowers compete for beauty and bloom.

The palace people stood in a row by the gazebo, each carrying a lantern in their hands. The light attracts the moths, desperately pounced on the lanterns and the palace people. The palace people were bitten by mosquitoes, but they did not dare to move.

The huge fireworks have long since been set off, and even the wreckage has been cleaned up, but the petals seem to be stained with the smell of gunsmoke, which has lingered in the Imperial Garden for a long time.

"It's so beautiful, it's a pity, I can only put it on one show." Wangqiu was wearing a loose light gauze shirt, which played the role of light gauze, revealing plump and snow-white arms like lotus roots. She had been sitting in the imperial garden with Han since she was a child, watching the night view. After the fireworks, the palace people thoughtfully prepared lanterns and small songs and shadow puppets to pass the time, but Wangqiu still remembered the fireworks and chatted with Han.

A palace man cautiously asked: "Niangniang, it's so late, aren't you going to sleep?" ”

"It's okay, wait, maybe there will be good news tonight." Wangqiu's round fan embroidered with gold thread gently fanned himself with the wind, which looked particularly leisurely and elegant. She turned her head and asked Han who was sitting beside her with great interest, "I don't know where the Jianghu Warlock you met is at the moment, I really want him to do it again." You say, will there be a day next year? ”

Will there be a day next year?

Han's eyes were leveled ahead, as if he was engrossed in admiring the flowers.

On the surface, she was asking Han if she could still see fireworks next year, but the focus of her words was definitely not fireworks, but whether she would have a chance to kill Luan Shuang next year.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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