(Apologies for the long overdue update.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI've been crazy these days...... So as a foresee, I'm going to be on a business trip for a whole week next week, and I can't update it. ）

On weekdays, Lang Ba's "retreat" is in a hut in the northwest corner of the palace. The front of the house is full of barren grass, behind the house is already some broken wall tiles, and not far away is the stable, in which only Xiaozhuo and Night are raised.

From the courtyard to the hut, they also had to pass through the stables, and when Han Feng walked by, he saw that Ye and Xiaozhuo seemed to have noticed something, and they snorted uneasily in their compartments, tilting their heads to the west. Several Chinese people were sorting out the horse food, and when they saw Han Feng and a few people passing by in a hurry, they fell to their knees without knowing why.

Han Feng didn't have time to respond one by one, he only said "Get up", and had already walked through the stable, taking three steps and making two steps, and came to the vicinity of the hut.

There were already a lot of people around the hut, and some Chinese had already invited the imperial doctor, but what surprised Han Feng a little was that Lang Ba's face was calm, and he didn't look like he was insane.

His face was dripping with beads of sweat the size of beans, and it was obvious that he was in pain because of the destruction of his eyes. However, with a very satisfied smile, he seemed to say that those two eyeballs were just a burden to him, with or without them.

Qingqiu was standing closest to Langba, wiping the blood from Langba's face with a white handkerchief. The white handkerchief had already turned pink, and the two bloody holes in Langba's face made people feel a chill on their backs.

Han Feng's heart tightened, and he suddenly remembered that when Bai Tong came in the past, he had also dreamed of such a face, but at that time, he didn't know that such a pair of eye holes should be on Lang Ba in the end. He couldn't help but admire Qingqiu in his heart, thinking that if it was him, he was afraid that he would not be able to face such a Langba demeanor as usual, Qingqiu really had an unusually firm heart.

Luo Huaixin was beside Qingqiu with two guns, and people who had killed countless people like him couldn't even face Langba. Just because he was worried about Qingqiu, he kept glancing at the two of them out of the corner of his eye, and occasionally his gaze flashed to Langba's face, and he quickly flashed, not daring to stay.

Li Ji covered his face with his hands at the beginning, and only secretly looked out from his fingers, and only after seeing Qingqiu so determined, he breathed a sigh of relief, slowly let go of his hand, looked at Langba with a pair of teary eyes, and asked, "Uncle Langba, do you hurt?"

Everyone wanted to ask this question, but looking at Langba, who was terribly calm, no one dared to ask, and at this moment, this sentence could only be said from Lijiao's mouth, and it was not abrupt.

Lang Ba raised his head, the two blood holes were facing Liji, he endured the pain and laughed twice, and two more bloodlines flowed out of his eyes: "It's Liji, you're here too." It hurts, of course it hurts, but I can see it better!"

As soon as the words came out, the people around him were shocked into a cold sweat, secretly wondering if Lang Bamo was not really mentally wrong, how could he say that his eyes were pulled out, but he could see more clearly?

Among the crowd, only Qingqiu's face was as usual. She steadily wiped away the blood that Lang Baxin shed, and said, "Uncle, when the injury is healed, will we go?"

Lang Ba said: "Go, go, of course I want to go! Qingqiu wow, I saw it." It was a mare with yellow and black fur. Do you know that it looks like a tiger from a distance, and when you look closely, you can see that it is still a horse......" he gestured as he spoke, and as he spoke, the whole person was so drunk that he completely forgot about the injury, "Do you see it? The yellow fur on its body looks like it is made of gold, and every one of it is shining, and it is so beautiful." Where else can you find such a beautiful horse in the world?"

Lang Ba had an extremely happy smile on his face, as if he had really seen the coveted Pegasus King. Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, not even the atmosphere, for fear of waking up his sweet dream.

There was blood on the tips of Langba's fingers, and no one dared to take away the two lumps of flesh on the ground. The situation in the hut at this moment was extremely weird, but Han Feng was slightly awe-inspiring in his heart: maybe Langba was not crazy, but really saw something.

He glanced around the room and saw a piece of paper on the desk, which must have been a painting left by Zhan Zhongqi. Han Feng walked to the front of the stage in a few steps, and saw that the drawing on the paper was indeed a horse, but he only roughly sketched the shape of a horse with charcoal, and there was no color, and he couldn't tell whether it was male or female. As far as this horse is concerned, it doesn't look like a god, and it doesn't even have the demeanor of a so-called horse king. Its neck was very short, its hooves were not long, and its body looked so bloated that Han Feng even doubted whether it could run.

This painting does not look like Zhan Zhongqi's handwriting, but rather like an ordinary child's graffiti. However, since it was left by Zhan Zhongqi, there must be a reason. Han Feng sank down and wanted to use his understanding of the formation to comprehend this painting, but when he looked at it, he couldn't see why, and at this moment, the wind blowing from nowhere made the paper move.

The hut was north-facing and south-facing, and the door was open to the south, and it was the south wind that came into the house. But the wind came from the north. Han Feng raised his head, only to see that the roof had cracked several times at some point, and the breeze was penetrating through the cracks.

And the painting of the "King of Horses" is blown by the wind and shakes endlessly. In a trance, Han Feng seemed to see a horse coming from the painting.

It's just an image, fleeting, so fast that you can't remember what you're seeing, but it's shocking.

However, such an image is nothing more than an illusion, and it is a normal thing for those of them who have already broken through our barriers, so why would Langba be so excited that he would destroy his eyes?

Han Feng turned around and looked at Langba, who was still muttering to himself, with regret and sympathy.

At this time, the imperial doctor had already bandaged Langba's wounds, and the white gauze wrapped around his head layer by layer, but there was still some faint red slowly oozing out, and several Chinese people exchanged basins of water one after another, some were responsible for scrubbing Langba's body, and some splashed water on the ground to wipe the bloodstains.

At this time, Langba made another unexpected move - he stood up.

Even Qingqiu was surprised, she hurriedly stretched out her hand to support Lang Ba, and asked, "Uncle, where are you going? ”

Langba said: "I want to see it...... Look at it again...... Let me see it again......"

"What are you looking at?" the tears in Lijiao's eyes finally fell at this moment, "Uncle, you ...... You can't see it anymore. ”

Han Feng sighed lightly, handed the "graffiti" to Lang Ba, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, do you want to see the King of Horses?" Unexpectedly, Lang Ba's hand just touched the paper, shook his palm, shook the paper away, and said, "This is just a waste painting." I don't want to look at this, I want to look at the horse. Take me to the stables!"

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