It was like a fish that had dried up and was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen, suddenly thrown back into the water and brought back to life.

A heavy breathing sounded, and the muddy darkness suddenly receded like a tide, and the eyelids vaguely felt a little light penetrating in, but before they could open their eyes, a sharp pain had hit.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Splitting headaches.

His throat felt like a fire burning, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth, and his whole body seemed to be broken and put back together, dull and dull pain, and he wanted to move a little, but his limbs were not very obedient, as if they were not his own body.

The pupils had not seen light for a long time, and when he opened it at first glance, the light that was not too bright was a little dazzling, and he closed his eyes and reopened them after a while.

There was a small lamp lit in his sight, and the light of the fire danced gently, making people tremble, and for a moment he couldn't tell where he was.

He tried to sit up, but he tried but couldn't.

Seems to be dizzy......

But how long has it been since I fainted? How did I faint? I can't even remember it all of a sudden.

The consciousness was still chaotic, so he just opened his eyes and lay in a daze for a long time before he gradually regained his consciousness.

That's right......

He stopped the Huns from coming outside the dock city......

The walls of the Dock City were blown down, and that ...... Is the city broken?

...... Has the defense line in the Northwest been broken?

What happened to them?

Yes, and Amon......

As soon as he thought of weaving dreams, Zhu'an didn't dare to continue thinking about it, for fear that those two words would drain all his courage.

He took a deep breath, cut off his thoughts cleanly, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he touched the long-term affection on his side, and his heart was a lot more stable, as long as he had this sword by his side, he was not afraid of any place.

With great difficulty, he managed to sit up with his heavy body, and his back was already crawling all over the sweat, but he didn't care to gasp for air, because he was stunned to find that he was actually lying in the tent of the northwest camp.

The large and small medicine cabinets were still as open as when he left, and the strong medicinal fragrance lasted for a long time, and even the pile of medical skills on the desk in the corner had not been moved.

This situation made him feel a little unreal in vain.

Could it be that the brutal war in the wasteland outside the city was just a trance-like dream?

But obviously not, looking down, one of his legs was tightly bandaged, and there was a faint amount of blood under the gauze, which showed that the injury was quite serious, and there were also strips and bandages on his body, large and small scars, and there was really not much dignity left.

How could you ever be so embarrassed?

It was quiet in the tent, and he was alone.

Zhu'an couldn't help but wonder, how did he return to the Northwest Camp, how did the war go, and what happened later?

At that time, he couldn't even stand up, how did he survive?

Survive......

Unconsciously grabbed Changqing and put it on his lap, his fingertips brushed the sword spike, with a little blood that had already dried up, and he suddenly froze.

Zhu'an, who had always been calm and resolute, suddenly trembled, and after the initial ignorance and stunned, an indescribable fear rose in his heart.

It is only when he is determined to die that he can briefly put aside the fact that Weaving Dream may no longer be in this world.

The only belief that supported him was that Weaving Dreams was still fine, but this was just an excuse for him to comfort himself over and over again.

Because he didn't dare to think about it, Weaving Dreams was no longer there.

However, he could not produce any evidence to dispel such a possibility.

Therefore, he wanted to follow her without hesitation.

But the planned Huangquan Road suddenly became branched, and he actually survived, and Zhu'an was stunned for a while.

After a long time, he trembled and wanted to get out of bed, but his body did not obey the call, and for a moment he rolled off the bed and fell to the ground, and the stinging pain of the wound made him break out in a cold sweat.

He knelt on the ground in embarrassment, only to feel as if his heart was being slashed by a blade, dull and painful.

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After a long time, he finally cleaned up his mood and slowly dragged his injured leg out of the camp.

Standing at the door and looking at the camp that once belonged to Weaving Dreams, he turned around and walked towards the army.

He walked slowly, and there were no soldiers to be seen along the way, and the entire northwest battalion seemed to be empty, which made him vaguely uneasy.

But there was always a noise that seemed to come from him, reminding him that there were people in the army.

He just wanted to find someone to ask now, what was going on.

I was just about to rest for a while in a tent, when someone suddenly shouted in surprise, "Childe, you're finally awake!

The tone was not only pleasantly surprised, but also full of respect, as if he had seen some long-admired hero.

However, Zhu An took a closer look, it was a small soldier with a face, he seemed to have never been in contact with it before, and the special armor made by the soldiers in the army also seemed to be worn casually, not rigorous, and even the scarf was tied crookedly.

No matter how you look at it, it's a little incongruous.

Zhu An frowned lightly, and considered a few questions, but before he could speak, the little soldier had already rushed to his side, "Let's go, let me escort Childe!", and then half-pushed and half-supported him to the front.

Where to escort him?

The direction looked like he was going to the general's tent.

Zhu'an opened his mouth, but he still didn't ask anything, and guessed one or two in his heart.

Isn't Mo captured?

But he became a prisoner, and the enemy no longer had to go to great lengths to deceive him.

He decided to wait and see.

Xiao Bing chattered with him excitedly all the way, but Zhu'an didn't have the heart to listen, and his mind was messed up, and he didn't even listen to a word.

It's silence.

Xiao Bing didn't seem to care if he responded or not, he was still talking to himself, and in such a strange way of getting along, the two of them were getting closer and closer to the general's tent.

The general's tent was brightly lit, and many figures could be faintly seen on the tent, and the sound of conversation was incessant, mixed with a few words in a language he did not understand, and it was really noisy.

The worst plan is that the Xiongnu have occupied the northwest camp, and now they will ask him in public for their crimes.

His fingertips quietly touched Changqing, but he also knew that he was seriously injured now, if it was really hard, he wouldn't last long at all, and he must not be reckless.

Seeing this, the little soldier who had spoken all the way was satisfied, trotted over, half-bent down and opened the curtain to invite him in.

There was no report or request, and he was directly let in.

Bright lights poured out, casting a bright yellow carpet at his feet.

He took a deep breath and walked in.

For a moment, the light was a little dazzling, and when the dizziness in front of him passed, Zhu An stood by the door in a daze, looking at the people in the tent, from a stunned face, to slowly turning to red eyes.

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He saw Wan Bang who was still wrapped in gauze, Wei Feng who was full of gorgeous hair and aged a lot, Du Luobin who was hanging half an arm, many familiar generals, and many heads of martial arts families who had a relationship.

I saw Shuhua sitting quietly next to Mu Feibai, and saw his master forget his worries - everyone didn't notice him coming in, but his master glanced in his direction with a wine cup, and then turned his head without saying a word, but his eyes were red.

I also saw the streamer that I hadn't seen since I said goodbye to the south.

He looked at the little girl who had grown a lot taller, dressed in an imperial robe, with bright eyebrows and eyes, holding a wine cup in her hand, smiling and talking with Emperor Jing, her aura was calm and not cowardly, and she no longer had the appearance of a child who only loved to cry at that time.

Somewhat unfamiliar.

Emperor Jing toasted gratefully: "Chaoyue has always been friendly with the southern country, but today he is in trouble, and fortunately your country has helped him." ”

Streamer, against the experienced Wei Feng, the momentum did not lose a cent, "Emperor Jing's words are serious, Gu Zeng was fortunate to be guided by Master Zhu'an, the great kindness is unforgettable, and there is no way to repay it." Now Master's homeland is in trouble, and it is incumbent on him to be alone!"

Wei Feng, who was accustomed to seeing strong winds and waves, didn't expect that in this battle, the empress of the southern kingdom would send troops to help, not to mention the reason why the empress of the southern kingdom made a big move, it was just to repay Zhu'an, the person who called him painful and hateful.

Emperor Jing's smile was a little astringent, and he suddenly remembered that there was once such a person, for him, who fought everywhere and guarded his world without regrets.

But now, he is only full of depression.

Streamer said: "There is one more thing alone, this time the enemy is victorious, everyone is happy, if it is the icing on the cake, promote double happiness, the south is willing to be with Chaoyue forever, friendship from generation to generation." ”

Wei Feng stood up, raised his glass and thanked: "I can't ask for it." ”

I saw Zhu'an standing silently by the door.

Wei Feng stared at Zhu'an, his eyes were complicated, as if he was examining his own life, and he had just woken up from a big dream.

Then, he smiled with relief and gave the wine cup in his hand to Zhu'an.

Respect from afar, as an old man.

It was probably because the war experienced was too cruel and the price paid was too painful, so that a group of people put aside their past love and hatred and sat together calmly.

It's hard to tell whether you put it down or not.

Noticing Emperor Jing's gaze, everyone in the tent began to look at Qi Zhu'an, smiling at him and greeting their hero.

The streamer sensed something, turned around, and his gentle blue eyes instantly lit up, as vast as the sea.

She looked at Zhu'an, like a well-behaved child, squinted her eyes and laughed.

She said crisply, "Master!"

Then he hurried into his arms.

Strange?

It was as if nothing had changed, as at that time, gently brushing each other's hearts, making people burst into tears.