Chapter 22:

The wet, warm and warm body fell softly in his arms, and his body slid down. One hand was not too dirty to hug her, and the right hand was gently caught by him when he fell from his cheek. Live, palms turn, fingertips press on her pulse, white people frowning: "Where is the camp?"
Shangbei stepped on, and he wanted to stay in the arms of a strange man. He wanted to return the glaze, but he saw that the man was full of scent, thinking that it should be sent from heaven. The messenger, there is no hurry to bring back the frost, just the fairy world... only sent one person down?
"How are you?"
"Tian Tian Tian, ​​Zhi Shui Ge, stop the gods."
The people of the devil world are unfamiliar with the heavens and the sky, and they don’t know what the water basin is. But the gods in the sky and the world are only the ones of the ancient gods, the gods who gave the wedding to Shen...
Shangbei has a face, if it is his, it can only be one person.
"Sorry, I haven’t been in the world for a long time. I’m looking for a lost time. It’s late.

When Shangbei was silent, it was not easy to blame anything. He turned back and ordered: "Clear the battlefield, help the injured, return to the camp!" He walked to the side of the line and said, "Do not dare to bother God, the prince is supported by me. Let's go."
"No." He stopped his body and escaped the hand that Shangbei had extended. "I don't care about it. Moreover, she ran over." After a few steps, Muir turned his head. "Right, where is the camp?"
Shangbei is silent, the temper of Tian Tian’s sorrow... It’s really... there are features.
The sun shook with the swaying green leaves, the breeze was cold, and the herbs were fragrant. She slowly sat up and saw the man in Tsing Yi Bai Shang lying on the rocking chair and swaying slowly. The voice of "Oh, oh," tells the peace and quiet of time.
The rocking chair slowly stopped, and the man turned his head and looked at her quietly: "How? Hungry?"
"No." She had a very straight sigh of relief, and her lips were so bitterly raised. "Just... tired."
A warm, warm palm on her head gently rubbed her head: "Let's rest, it's okay."
"Ok."
She quietly closed her eyes and woke up awkwardly. She took a look at the void: "Wait!" Shen Mei suddenly woke up, his body hurts fiercely, his left hand hurts his shoulders all the way to his fingertips, even if she can't help but bite her teeth.
吟.
"Wang...What is the king?"
Shen Shi fixed his eyes and looked at it. A small soldier was looking at her with horror. She looked around and found that she was lying on the bed in the camp. She was so painful that she would like to spread out. I don’t have to look at the glass. When you are yourself, you must be wrapped up like a blind man. And the memories in my mind made her still lie.
"Help me get up."
The soldier waved his hand: "Wang Ye can't, that... that said, can't move."
It’s a slap in the face of the savage military doctor’s confession, but he’s not continually pressing, and then asks:
Can there be statistics on the number of people killed in this battle? Can there be a super-death? The generals of Mexico, how is the injury? "The soldier was stunned by her series of questions. The scorpion ran outside: "I will call the general!"
The glass is so mad that I don’t want to eat you! Oh... it hurts...
"Ah."
I laughed and didn't know where it came from. I was shocked, but I didn't see anyone in the account. She browed and asked for a voice. When she saw the camp curtain, the ink side also stepped in. He took a cane and slowly moved to the side of the glass with a cane, but when he saw the glare of the glass, he took a long breath and sighed for a long time before he said: "Wang Shang... is it good?"
A glazed glaze, smiled and said: "Mer's words are asking yourself." Shen Li looked at him in this wolf, and felt his body full of pain, and suddenly smiled: "I remembered that I was still with the magic a few days ago. The quarrel has been quarreling, saying that the day’s trip to the heavens is nothing, but it has sealed a few beasts, but I have to work hard for my demon world to guard the seal. Now I want to come, this is really damn. I have also been able to record thousands of them and seal them all. It is indeed good for the Three Realms!"
After the glaze was not finished, he saw the Mexican side throwing a cane, kneeling down and kneeling, slamming the risk of breaking the wound. He bowed his head and said: "The king was seriously injured and the ink side was damned."
A glimpse of the glass, a half-baked, a cold and cold voice: "According to your statement, the king is not enough to make up for the fault. Those brothers who died on the battlefield are because I did not They are well protected and they lose their lives."
"Nature can't blame the king!" The ink side looked up. "Can you blame this monster for the merits of the king? How can you blame..."
The glass sighed and the voice softened: "So, get up. No one can blame you."
The ink was slightly hot, clenching his teeth, and his forehead was gently rubbed on the ground, but he had not looked up for a long time: "The king is not clear... It is the ink side that cannot forgive himself." When I was awake, I learned that the glass was seriously injured and comatose. When I came to see her, she was bloody, and her breath was so weak that she could barely detect it. He...the ink was very small.
"Because you are injured, I can't forgive myself."
Suddenly heard such a sentence, Shen Li took a breath of air, staring at the ink side: "Members you ... you will not ..."
"The king has been in the heart of the ink, and has lived for a long time."
Since the suicide enemy got her first honor, she has barely dressed in the same way as the ordinary devil woman. She used to see other women’s feelings in her heart, but she once looked through the embroidered skirt and was looked at by the horror. After that, Shen Li never touched those women's things. It’s because she was confessed today that she was even more stunned than seeing the ghosts: "...you are not, poisoned into the brain, the whole person is not good?"
"The ink side is very awake." Like to cut the heart to the glass, the ink side bluntly said, "The ink side likes the king, I like the glass."
The glazed sighed in the chest and almost couldn't spit it out, but seeing the ink side has not yet raised the jaw, the glass frowning is slight, and the sadness said: "No." The ink side looked up at her, but saw the glazed color. "This is not a good thing. I want you to clear your feelings and uproot these thoughts. This is a military order."
The ink side also silently smashed the head of the jaw: "Get it."
There was a silence in the account, and suddenly there was a shout from the generals of Shangbei: "Ah... stop the gods, don't go in now..."
"Why?" When he said this, a slender finger picked up the curtain, the curtain was widened, and the glass was fixed. In the backlight, the white figure was twisting his head and talking to the people behind him. The robe was smashed in the gray world. It seems too cumbersome, but it is this cumbersome, let the more people who are in the Devil's world will not have the high spirit.
"This, this..." General Shangbei saw through the cracks the ink in the camp and the frost lying on the bed. He could not help but sigh. "Forget it, nothing."
The squad stopped stepping into the camp, and Shen looked at him with a stunned look. The mind was stunned into the white figure she saw before she was in a coma. She thought it was her illusion. It turned out to be really "walking clouds." .
"you……"
Shangbei was busy coming in to lift the ink from the ground. He grasped his hand and felt that his palms were all cold and cold. In the heart of Shangbei, he sighed and turned to Shenli Road: "Wang Ye, this is the sacred of the heavens, and it is especially hard to consolidate the seal of the market."
"Stop... God Jun?" Shen Li struggled to sit up and walk up and step forward on her shoulder. "The wound will crack."
"Have you ever been to the human world?" Shen Li asked, "Do you know the clouds?"
Waiting for the glaze to pull the quilt, the sound is cold and cold: "I don't know." He took the glass wrist from the bed and gently buckled her pulse. After a while, "the breath is much smoother."
Shen Liu looked at him quietly, and looked at each other. He said with a smile: "When I heard the king of the Cangwang, I was brave enough to fight. Now, when I see it, this body is really admirable. Just the best of the world can not withstand the tyranny. Also ask Wang Ye to take care of the body for the devil world."
Some guest words are so beautiful. The glazed eyes of the glass converge on the emotions of the scorpion, and the look calms down: "There is a of work."
He is not a cloud.
His facial features are a bit more fierce than the clouds, and his body is taller than the clouds. This coldness of the body is also unprecedented in the cloud. The cloud is meager, but it has a lot of courtesy for people and things, and this person, based on his uninvited behavior, must be used to the perennial.
"And, I will stay here for a while, and the millennium has never been here. I don't know what is going on here. I have to first explore the topography here to get into the market. I have to be a fashion lord for me. lead the way."
It is said that the three people in the house are all one, Shangbei Road: "If the gods want people to lead the way, the sergeants who are familiar with the surrounding cities can serve the army. Wang Ye is now seriously injured, I am afraid I have to stay for some time."
"The general does not have to worry about it. I will take care of her body. I will be able to move freely for three days. The lead of the road will not be harmful to her. It is also beneficial to have more activities."
The ink side brows a glimpse: "I am willing to lead the king for the king."
The eyes of the line only settled on the ink side. He fixedly looked at him for a while and smiled slyly: "No, I want her to lead the way." Seeing the ink of the ink box is tight, the curvature of the lips is more Big, glazed and busy: "So, in these three days, there will be a of work."
"Ok, deal."
Out of the glazed camp, Shangbei sent the ink to the tent next to it. I walked alone in the military camp and turned a tent. I suddenly saw a small soldier looking at him in horror. He looked at him and turned his head and looked at him. The soldier had to run and ran: "Stop." The soldier is not fixed because he is fixed. Going to him by the way will be a light shot on his head, "Forget it."
The soldier’s mind flashed through a picture. He went into the Wang’s tent to pack things, but he saw the white man sitting on the bed of Wang’s bed.
"It's so tired..."
"Let's take a break." He touched Wang's head with his hands. "It's okay."
When I noticed someone coming in, the white man turned his head and put his index finger on his lips, making a soft "beep" sound. Then the figure gradually disappeared. Until the king woke up, drink "wait!"
The soldier blinked and saw the white man walking in front of him. He had some vague impressions in his head, but he could not remember anything. He scratched his head and felt strange, but he couldn't tell where it was strange. He only watched him leave, and then he remembered that he should go to the royal tent to clean it.