this day.

Zhihui Lin was unusually quiet.

The reason was that Yan Jiu reopened the live broadcast and found Lang Zongyi in a coma under the witness of netizens.

Yan Jiu said solemnly: "Does it have to be like this?" ”

The mountain god and Lang Zongyi were half lying under a tree, and the contrast between one tall and one short, one old and one young was particularly stark.

The mountain god compared to Yan Jiu, and said very seriously: "What if this person named Lang is unwilling to take a photo with me after waking up?" I had no choice but to take advantage of the danger. ”

Yan Jiu: Do you know the meaning of "......" to take advantage of people's danger? I learned the language in vain.

The reason why the mountain god is not calm is that after he discovered Lang Zongyi, he repeatedly compared the description of Tulanyi in the history books and found that Lang Zongyi was very similar to Tulanyi.

It's a cycle of history.

In front of idols and dignity, the mountain god decisively abandoned the dignity of the god and clamored to take a photo with Lang Zongyi.

[This person is too handsome, and his lack of debut is a loss for internal entertainment! ] 】

[I just said that there was an extra pair of chopsticks in the live broadcast room, it turned out that I met the right dish again~]

[This "again" is very spiritual. 】

[Everyone be quiet, listen to me, I finally know who he is like, like my husband who is far away in Zhihuilin. 】

[You're all thinking about P eating! I'm the main palace! 】

Yan Jiu took a few photos with the mountain god's mobile phone, she always had the feeling of taking her children out to travel and take pictures to check in, and Lang Zongyi was that famous attraction.

Especially when the mountain god is anxious to see the effect of the photo, this feeling becomes more and more intense.

System: [I also secretly took a few photos, the host, I can pass it on to the host~]

Yan Jiu: "...... "Are you two crazy?" Are you really afraid that the defendant will infringe on the right of portraiture?

The mountain god on the side slid the album.

Duration.

Keep looking at Lang Zongyi's face.

The mountain god pondered: Who is this person? It's a ghostly look, it's not a good face.

Only a person like Tulanyi, whose hands are stained with blood, can be transformed into a demon, what did Lang Zongyi do in his previous life? Isn't it the same as Turanyi's experience?

Chen Cheng reminded: "After the two of you finish filming, you might as well see if Director Lang is sick." ”

The mountain god who had already probed Lang Zongyi's pulse: "I still need to say it, an afterthought!" ”

Following the yin and yang people and exhibitionists, Chen Cheng's trip to the forest has another nickname as an afterthought.

Chen Cheng tried not to let himself get angry, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Jiu, who was born to restrain him.

Yan Jiu pressed Lang Zongyi's acupuncture points: "Director Lang inhaled too much miasma when he set up the formation, and now he is fine." ”

[Will the anchor still see a doctor? ] 】

[My wife is not too perfect except for the people who like to pay attention to Biga. 】

[Woman, you have successfully attracted my attention, and I order you to get the certificate with me immediately! Dog's head holding roses .jpg】

[How can there be a beautiful man who accidentally enters the Zhihui Forest, this plot reminds me of the sleeping beauty. 】

[What a "oil" for you! 】

[Be bold in your thinking, what Jiu Ye said earlier about saving people is actually saving this person. 】

[Jiu Ye didn't clarify within three seconds, and I started to spread rumors about the two of you! ] Hey, hey, hey~~~]

Yan Jiu didn't know that the comments in the live broadcast room had changed direction, and she looked at Lang Zongyi's unfinished formation.

There is no doubt that it is a sealing formation.

It's just that I don't know what Lang Zongyi encountered, and he even risked his life to seal the inner circle of Zhihui Lin.

Yan Jiu looked in the direction of the inner circle.

Knowing that they returned to the forest, they walked for more than an hour before they could be regarded as close to the inner circle, which showed the vastness of the forest.

Yan Jiu had a faint premonition.

She might be going to really move her muscles.

Yan Jiu's face ached.

In her previous life, every time she "made a big move", the blood in her pocket would be emptied once.

It will take a long time for her to make it up.

This world is busy looking for customers.

She simply didn't have time to resupply.

There is only a pile of rune paper in his pocket.

Who knows if it's enough for a fight.

Just as Yan Jiu was pondering.

She didn't notice that the wolf tooth on Lang Zongyi's wrist was broken, and a wisp of remnant soul floated out of the wolf tooth silently, and finally got into the unconscious Lang Zongyi.

Suddenly.

Lang Zongyi frowned.

It's like you're stuck in some kind of painful memory.

Tick.

Tick.

Lang Zongyi was knocked by the rain.

When he opened his eyes.

I found myself on a battlefield, an ancient battlefield full of blood and corpses.

Death and blood filled Lang Zongyi's eyes.

Lang Zongyi couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Is he dead?

Died in Zhihuilin?

So, what's going on now?

Lang Zongyi looked at his scarred hands and at his scarred body.

He knew it wasn't him.

Based on the battle robes on his clothes, Lang Zongyi judged that he was possessed by a deceased general.

Lang Zongyi adapted to his new body, knelt on one knee, and held on to a horse chopping knife before he could get up.

A memory came flooding back.

"It's Turania who has caused you."

"It's not a pity for me to die, but I can't hurt everyone's ......"

"If you go with me any longer, you will die without a place to bury......"

"I'll lure the enemy with my body, I don't need to persuade you!"

The memory suddenly turned, and the voices of countless soldiers filled Lang Zongyi's mind.

"The last general swears to follow the general!"

"Without generals, there will be no Green Cavalry ......"

"If the general doesn't allow us to follow, I'll cut it myself! Go to explore Huangquan Road for the general! ”

The memory came to an abrupt end.

Lang Zongyi held the horse chopping knife tightly.

The memory of a few words was too heavy, and it was bending his back little by little.

He looked out at the rain.

The navy blue flag was broken, and it was still held in the hands of a soldier, standing still.

Lang Zongyi looked around.

The sound of swords seems to be still in my ears.

The smell of decomposing corpses filled the nostrils.

It dissipated a little bit under the baptism of rain.

This body was hit by several arrows, and it should have died of anger, but he strangely borrowed the corpse to return the soul.

Lang Zongyi pondered word by word: "Turan? General Turan of the Ming Dynasty? ”

He struggled to move half a step.

And when he saw the reflection in the puddle, he couldn't help but be a little shocked.

This face bears a striking resemblance to his.

It's just a little more vicissitudes.

Especially there is a finger-long scar between the eyebrows and eyes, which forcibly turns a face into a fierce and vicious face.

He wanted to speak.

But I found that I couldn't speak.

Without waiting for him to figure out the current situation.

Lang Zongyi found himself pushed out of his body.

In his soul state, he watched the corpse fall, in a pool of blood of his companions, who were dependent on him for life and death.

Soon.

A group of iron horsemen came in the rain, and the man in Tsing Yi led by him fell off his horse and knelt in the distance, not daring to approach.

The wolf's howl suddenly sounded, from far and near.

Lang Zongyi looked at the gray wolf rushing over, and the gray wolf gasped and led the iron horse to tread the rain.

The wolf flexed its forelimbs.

It first stared at Lang Zongyi viciously, and then tilted its head suspiciously.

Lang Zongyi's words were interrogative, but the tone was affirmative: "Can you see me? ”

The gray wolf's tail shuddered.

The human-like eyes suddenly showed unbearability.

When the soldiers exclaimed.

The gray wolf pounced on the general's corpse, and after taking a bite, ran into the distance without twisting his head.

"General, general, he will be humiliated after his death!?"

"Sure enough, it's a white-eyed wolf that can't be raised!"

"Master Strategist, let me wait for ...... kill"

The man in Tsing Yi interrupted the indignant unfinished words, and he raised his eyes to look in the direction of Lang Zongyi.

He said, "Everything has a certainty." ”

The wind is blowing.

swept across the desert.

The rain poured down like a sharp sword.

The man in Tsing Yi knelt straight on the ground.

Place your left palm on the back of your right hand, place it on your forehead, shoulder level with your hand, and bend down respectfully.

"The official An Gong sent General Turan."

The voice did not fall.

The iron horsemen knelt on the ground in unison.

"Greetings to General Turan!"

The heavy rain is like a myriad of whips.

Hit everyone in the face.

also hit Lang Zongyi's heart.

Lang Zongyi couldn't say what he felt, he seemed to have received a gift from all the soldiers for the dead general.

But is he worthy?

And why did he come here?

('At the end of the month, ask for a monthly ticket again, and the radish is working hard to save the manuscript, and take a break during the May Day holiday~.)

(End of chapter)