Chapter 123: Gift (3)

"Don't press me!" Han Qi was very upset, and finally found a cool place to rest for a while, just fell asleep and was crushed by others.
Han Qi was a little tired, and it was sunburned by the sun for a day. Both eyes couldn’t open it. The subconscious hands pushed the two thighs pressed against their bodies.
This is much more comfortable. Han Qi is very satisfied with entering the dream. Before he even sleeps for a few minutes, his body is pressed again. Can these animals not find other places to sleep? I have to be huddled with Laozi. Although Han Qi is a bit twilight, but still does not want to open his eyes, wake up, you have to change the old Wu head to the sun, close your eyes, and always rest until the shift, even if the old Wu head I can completely sleep with it and perfuse the past.
The third time! Han Qi is really angry, and there is no patience. If there is no end, it is still comfortable to put his legs on his body. He wants to see who this kid is, dare to disturb his uncle Han Qi to sleep.
Han Qi suddenly opened his eyes and picked up his sleeves to clean up this long-sighted meal.
When Han Qi opened his eyes and he was stunned, where did he go to find the person who put his legs on him to go to to find it!
In front of Han Qi’s eyes, there is a dead body with blood and blood. The body that has just been pressed against him is a headless body.
"Small six? Bold? Little tiger?" Han Qi knows the fellow villagers, as well as several of his men, who have grown up and seem to want to say something but have not said it.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The shouts rang on the wall, and Han Qi’s flames rose in front of the city wall. A lot of characters in black clothes were waving swords at the robes of his.
The blood is exceptionally brilliant among the twilight.
Han Qi finally got a little understanding. Enemy, some enemies want to capture the wall, quiet outside the city, only the movement on the wall, indicating that these enemies came out of the city. Quietly climbed up the wall and waved the butcher's knife while his robes were resting. The brothers who didn't pay attention were like this.
Han Qi’s own life was not found by the enemy after being crushed by the bodies of those brothers.
"There is still no death!" A black man noticed the situation here. The sword in his hand took out a sword flower and rushed toward Han Qi. From the posture of holding the sword, he was skilled. This is a Elite.
"Death is dead!" Han Qi went to the battlefield, but it was also under the siege. At that time they were besieged, they occupied an advantage, and now, although the walls are full of resistance, but the death is the Lu Bujun soldiers wearing armor.
And there are such bodies in the same town under the feet, so Han Qi is afraid. The fear in his heart made him not notice the attack of the black man on his side.
"Scared? Is it a military sergeant? Lu Bujun is on these wastes!" The black man smiled and sent his hand to Han Qi’s chest. He had to kill the waste with a sword.
"Ah!" Han Qi also found this sword, but when he found out that he was late, he could see the expression on the face of the black man and the hair on the skin.
Han Qi closed his eyes. He knew that this time he was dead, he would die with Xiaoliu!
"Hey!" The sound of the crisp iron collision sounded, Han Qi did not wait until the cold sword pierced into the chest. Waiting for it is a roar.
"Han Qi, what is it! Here is the battlefield is the battlefield!"
"This voice?!" Han Qi suddenly popped a surprise on his face. This voice was half a day before, Han Qi still wished that he would never hear it again in his life.
But now Han Qi really wants to thank the owner of this voice.
"Old Wutou!" Han Qi's face was full of surprises. He turned his body. It was a one-armed old Wutou. He held a knives with one hand to help Han Qi resist the attack of the black man.
"One arm? Old disabled?!" The black man's sword was stopped. He was shocked, but he saw that the person came to the contrary and the former Lu Bujun soldier was actually a one-armed person. From the point of view, the age is not small.
"Don't Lu Bujun are cowards, old disabled!" Black people disdain.
"coward?"
"Old disabled?!" Han Qi and the old Wu head face sinking at the same time, Han Qi did not find a long sword, not all because of fear. Instead of escaping from death, he did not respond.
The broken arm of the old Wu head is the pain of his life. If the hand is not broken, then he should ride the horse and Zhang Liao general on the plain of Shiting.
Now, because this broken arm can only be a city gate, when attacked by these black people, the old Wu head has a kind of happiness, why? Because he finally has a place.
"Lu Bujun is really no one!" The black man did not put these two people in his eyes. Is there a difference between a waste and two wastes? The same is killing, but there is more than one dead soul under the sword.
"You are not allowed to insult Lu Bujun!" Old Wu’s face was almost cold and frozen. For those other Xuzhou soldiers and Guangling Army who joined the state army, and the local soldiers of these Yucheng, they did not know the three of Lu Bujun. The word means the veterans who have followed Lu Bu from the state.
Lu Bu is the of war in their hearts. Lu Bu is their military soul is their banner. The three words of Lu Bujun are cherished by their lives.
At the time of the state, the two words of Lu Bujun were the nightmare of foreigners. As long as they knew the arrival of Lu Bujun, all the foreigners who were wolf-like were all fleeing, and the Han people were shouting.
In Luoyang, Ding Yuan’s terracotta warriors did not have Dong Zhuo’s Xiliang military man Maduo, but Ding Yuan’s hands were in the hands of Lu Bujun, and he dared to arrange for troops. He dared to declare war against Dong Zhuo.
When the tiger was closed, the 18th Road princes heard the presence of Lu Bujun, and there was no fear of trepidation. On the top of the battle, there was no enemy of Lu Bu, even if Liu Guan Zhang was three people, he could see the Ping Lu, the state of Lu Bu. Wolf riding is the death of these princes.
Then to the fear of Cao Cao, Liu Bei was deeply jealous, and the two joined forces to drive Lu Bujun out of Xuzhou.
So many years ago, the old brothers who had been following Lu Bu together have not had much, but these old brothers have always engraved these three words in their hearts, that is, Lu Bujun.
They are born to Lu Bujun, and death is the ghost of Lu Bujun. It can be said that these three words are the glory of their lives and are sacred and inviolable.
Now an enemy is actually arrogant, and Wu is angry. The old man with a good temper is angry. No one has ever provoked him. Even Chang'an, in Xuzhou, was chased by others, like a dog at home, Lao Wu. The head is not so angry.
Even if he lost an arm in the open sun, Wu Wu still faced it.
"You it!" The old Wu head changed. In the eyes of Han Qi, the old Wu head is too terrible. It is all murderous. The eyes are red. This is not a human eye, but a beast. The look of a beast.
Wolf! Right is the wolf! Han Qi knows what Wu Wu’s head is like now. He is a lone wolf. He left the lonely wolf of the ethnic group. Although he left the wolves, his love for the wolves was a lot.
"Would you want me to die? Just rely on a coward, an old disabled! Don't laugh at the dead!" The black man sneered at it. If Lu Bujun is at this level, the old masters should be careful, and they should not send them directly to the wall. It is.
For this half-day, the Lu Bujun who died in his hands could not be less than ten people.
"It's not a coward, an old crippled person and it's enough for me to be old and disabled!" Wu Wu said coldly, "I Wu Zun, and the Jinyang people of the state, originally a member of the Hezhou wolf, now the city gate army." Hou!"
"Tell me what to do? Do you want to confess to the afterlife?!" The black man sneered.
"Remember this after you die, you can tell the prince who killed you, lest you become a sinister ghost!" The one-armed single is alone, but the old Wutou’s feeling for Han Qi is so stalwart. The old disabled of the wolf rides to send you on the road!"
"Don't play with you! It's tired, it's time to kill you!" The black man felt the momentum of the old Wu head, but he didn't know how to make a chill, which made him very angry, but he trained himself. The elite, now turned out to be scared by an old disabled.
The murder of the black man under the anger of anger is also strong.