Vol 7 Chapter 1035: Changan Sand

The winds and sands of the desert are vast and undulating. People suddenly look so small and look at them. They are all looking like a vast yellow, Changsha clasp, and the dance is straight, everything is full, the ancient trees are far away, near It is a dead branch of death.
In this vast land far away from the hustle and bustle, the deserted scorpio is as sturdy as the gods, and runs through the entire empire's borders, separating the things. The center of the scorpion stands an ancient city, letting the wind blow, the tall walls Still guarding the place like a guardian, its body is full of quaint atmosphere, the vicissitudes of life, the wall devastated by the war and the faint light of infiltrating people, like an ancient beast lying here, is prohibitive.
Chang'an, the old capital of the once luxuriant empire, is now an impenetrable prison.
On the west side of the desert Tianzhu, a force of dozens of people rode a desert horse to approach Chang'an City. When they reached the bottom of the city wall, the first one released the signal bullet into the air.
The undead commander in charge of guarding the city wall glanced at the probe and made a wave of waving hands in front of him, shouting: "Remove the veil."
The foremost cavalry took off the veil that blocked the sand, revealing a face that was still in the air. The watchman looked at him and gave his companion a look. He said, "It’s a red dragonfly, put people in."
The gate was opened and turned into the only passage that crossed the desert. The gate was closed after the cavalry team came in, and Changan changed back to the Tiangong as always.
The cavalry team was scattered in the city, and it should be their own duties. The red dragonfly went straight to the military camp in the city. After the dismissal, she took the honey water handed up by the guards and drunk, finally alleviating the throat discomfort caused by the dryness. .
The vicissitudes of Chu Fan came over with a cane. Under the ravages of the years, his spine was more deformed. He was nearly 60 years old and he was older than the 90-year-old man. Very bad, from time to time, I coughed twice. He glanced at the cloak on the red dragonfly and asked, "How is this so much blood?"
Hung Hom took care of himself from the water and said coldly: "There were a few hybrids that refused to work."
Chu Fan smiled shortly and said slowly: "The eagle flag will be turned into a labor reform rebel army. This is not the average person who can get it... cough... cough and cough... cough!!"
Hung Hom looked at Chu Fan, who was suffering from coughing. His eyes fell on the erythema of his handkerchief. He frowned and asked: "I have seen your body getting worse and worse in recent years."
Chu Fan wiped the sputum from his mouth and smiled and shook his head. He said calmly: "There was a gastritis in the dungeon for a few years. Drinking dirty water induces liver cancer. After coming here, the climate is too dry and interstitial fibrosis Anyway, the whole body is sick, and it can be alive in a few years."
Hung Hom has always looked down on Chu Fan. He feels that this is a dog behind Luo Xiao. Later, when he settled down to the army, Hung Hom’s impression of Chu Fan has changed a bit. Plus, Chu Fan is also known to her. For more than a decade, people have asked one more question: "Can it be cured? Cubes should have a lot of special effects."
"Oh, the rule is to cure, who is going to change the medicine, the cube of the empire is gone, and the general can't leave Changan half a step." Chu Fan coughed a few times, shuddering to collect the handkerchief, the wind was light Say, "Moreover, the disease is good, the years are difficult to treat, and I am almost at the end of my age. The ups and downs have been experienced, and the last days are still quiet."
The red dragonfly no longer looks at Chu Fan, but looks at the east and looks in the direction of the inland empire. Shen Sheng said: "Can we still go back?"
Chu Fan chuckled and sat down trembled. His eyes were full of sorrows of the years, and he said slowly: "I only know that this world is a zero-sum game. If someone succeeds, someone must fail. We must But it just happened to be a loser."
"For more than 30 years of hard work, I finally got this? A dungeon?" Hung Hom poked his Changan land under his foot with a long gun, and looked at Chu Fan unwillingly, his voice revealing sad hoarseness, " Lian Ling was taken away by them."
Before the undead army was dispatched to the old capital of Chang'an, the central government of Wangdu removed all the spiritual abilities of the undead army. They wanted to cut off the means of secret communication with other forces in order to prevent conspiracy to know what the central government did not know. disaster. Although Liu Fusu is very convinced that Luo Wei’s hand is pinned on the hand, but everything is still careful, there is no harm in keeping a good eye.
On the occasion of the loss, Luo worry wants to retain, Ling also forced Liu Fusu to die, but after all, it was in vain, Luo worry did not retain Ling's chip, Ling even forcedly committed suicide by cutting his wrist, but was also rescued by the nursing physician. come back.
Later, it was out of the heart of cherishing ~EbookFREE.me~ Liu Fusu gave a step, allowing the two to meet once, Luo worry and told Ling to live, Ling gave up the idea of ​​suicide, and Luo worry After the last time, I was separated by the end of the world.
Although Hung Hom was ordered to guard Ling in the undead army, she accompanied Ling for so many years, and it is impossible to say that no feelings are possible. It is no wonder that this time is so unwilling.
"Hung Hom, hard work and harvest have never been equated, especially in this era." Chu Fan spread his hand and looked at the vastness of the vast desert. It seems that he is admiring this strange scene. To, "At least we are still alive, this is enough."
Hung Hom clenched his fist and stared at Chu Fan, saying in a word: "I am not enough."
Chu Fan’s eyes were deep and he looked at him and asked,
What do you want to do?

The voice of Hung Hom is full of killing and hate: "I want to go back to the king to kill the garbage!"
Chu Fan looked at Hung Hom, silenced for a long time, and finally put a finger in front of his lips, said faintly: "Don't let the generals hear, otherwise he will tear you apart."
The central government of Wangdu has orders, and the senior generals of the undead army need to stay in Chang'an forever. One person is away from home, and Luo worrys to sit down. If he does not catch up, he will immediately kill the juvenile body No. 521.
Hung Hom smiled shortly and said sadly: "In this place, eating sand every day, looking up at the sky and looking down at the ground, there is no difference between living and being dead."
"I don't understand yet, this is the firewood in the stove." Chu Fan stretched out the old and withered hands, watching the sun's sunshine accompanying the sand at the fingertips, and he looked at the vicissitudes of wrinkles that were enough to hold the loess. Indifferently, "the old fuelwood was burned to ashes, and the new fuelwood was ready to move. The times have abandoned us, and new people will stand in our original position and eventually become us."