Chapter 91: Defend Huangfuxiong

Han Shaoling, leaning under the cave wall, slowly raised his head, looking far away from Sang.
Counting it, about a month has passed since the last time Youyou shot down Han and Meng into the underground river.
During these days, You Wuming has refined the falling thunder and the colorful broken mirror, repairing it by leaps and bounds, and the injury has already recovered.
He also killed Huangfu Jun.
Looking at Han Shaolin again, his appearance is worse than it was at the time. The broken arm has been purulent, and when you step into the cave, you can smell the thick smell of rottenness-with this trauma, you fall into the underground river full of ghosts, and you have been in the damp and dark ground for so long, the wound Naturally it is going to deteriorate.
Sang Yuan threw a small face flower at his head, and looked into Ling Yunteng. He found that Han Shaoling's internal organs had been soaked in colorful light, and his heart had been corroded by the love of the love family.
"Sang'er, I dreamed of you again." Han Shaoling moved his dry and chapped lips and murmured, "I just heard your voice vaguely... I knew that you would meet me in your dream again." Okay. Okay. I haven’t had such a dream in a long time."
"Oh? Isn't it beautiful?" You Wumei happily revealed his handsome face.
Han Shaoling: "... It would be a nightmare to take back the talent."
You Wuming nodded his head and smiled, walked to Han Shaoling and sat down without a mind, leaned against the wall next to him, and raised his chin at him.
"Hey, what about your wild woman? Leaving you running away?"
"Why should I tell you that you are lifeless." Han Shaoling wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Far away from me, it's strange."
You Wuming's lips flicked, raising the arm suspiciously and sniffing.
"No taste." He very seriously defended himself. "Although I haven't bathed for a few days, I came under the glacier and I didn't sweat much. You have a strange smell, blood, pustules, and smelly sweat. ."
Sang shook his head gently from the far away, his lips flickering lightly. She knew the strange smell that Han Shaolin said, referring to the sacred temperament of You Wuming.
Han Shaolin smiled weakly. He raised his hand and waved.
"Yu Wuming, You, Wu Ha, ha, ha ha, I didn’t expect to dream of you before dying, but I could speak so calmly. Hey, it’s really not like you. You are desperate. Why not wait what?"
You Wuming smiled faintly: "Good luck. You just killed Huangfu Jun, now I don't want to kill you."
"Oh!" Han Shaoling laughed mercilessly. "If you want to kill Huangfu Jun, you have to dream! What strength is the Dongzhou Army, what strength are you desperate. That's how I care about it."
"You are not right." You Wuming was serious, "You are not careless, there is no self-knowledge."
Han Shaoling sneered: "There is no self-knowledge? In just over a month, I have cultivated five celestial leaps. At such a speed, mortals can't catch the dust... How can I expect you to break through the realm. You are desperate, you're lucky!"
You Wuming leaned her head against the wall of the cave: "You didn't understand what I was talking about."
"what are you saying?"
Youyou glanced sympathetically at him: "I can break through, and it is all credit to Xiao Mulberry. I have self-knowledge and know that I can't do without Xiao Mulberry, so I treat Xiao Xiao Guo well and she will give me more and more The more blessings."
Listening to him mentioning Sang Yuan, Han Shaoling couldn't help but gather the slightly scattered eyes and looked to the side, standing like a beautiful woman covered with a halo.
"Sang..."
You Wuming sneered: "And you, obviously rely on the woman, and dare not admit it, this is better, can save your life, give you the chance to run worry-free dream, you just wait for you!"
There was a mockery of gloating and gloom.
Han Shaolin immediately became angry: "She followed the Hades to save me!"
Youmei's eyes slanted, drifting far away from Sang, and blinked her right eye.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." The longest road I have ever seen is a lifeless routine.
"You make it." You Wuming smiled lightly, "I've never heard of the Underworld King, hello, I said Han Shaoling, people, when you should admit defeat, what is the meaning of death."
"Who is dead?" Han Shaoling earned up, and said, "I admit that she has helped me a lot, but I need her help? If it weren't for her to hide the identity of her lover to calculate Me, why should I hurt my brain so much? You are desperate, do you know what the last thing I regret in my life is to touch that dream without worry!"
He coughed twice and spit out a yellow blood, and his emotions were more agitated: "If it was you, where could you go? I asked you, are you a man!"
You Wu Ming lifted her eyes: "Of course it is!"
Han Shaoling turned his head to him: "If you are alone, the moon is good, the wind is good, the wine is good, and the temperature is just right, such a night, a beautiful woman climbed into your bed, it was a man, Don’t you touch her? Are you a man!"
The lifeless black eyes turned slowly: "What you said is not true. I have a small mulberry, how can I be alone."
"If it doesn't!" Han Shaoling yelled, "Yu Wuming, you said, if you accidentally touched a lover woman, what would you do! Um? Don't touch her again, wait for death?"
You Wuming thought for a while seriously.
"Say, You Wuming, you answered me! You are willing to wait for death, and don't touch her anymore? Come on these hypocrisy!" Han Shaolin said with a smile, "You are so fake, I will look down on you."
"Who am I," You Wuming said slowly, "I don't like being coerced at all. No matter what kind of coercion. Someone dared to count me like this, and I was killed on the spot."
"Oh!" Han Shaoling said disdainfully. "You just make it. Kill her, what should you do if you get poisoned?"
"Next to it." You Wuming's cynical smile floated on his face. "If it hurts, I'm so irritable, I just find my enemy, and I will burn it all together."
Han Shaoling gave him a serious look and shook his head: "I forgot, You Wuming is a lunatic!"
"Well, the lunatic is good." You Wuming smiled dazzlingly, "True!"
"Can you go now?" Han Shaoling sighed, "Chang Sang'er and talk to me."
You Wuming didn't agree on the spot: "It's not over yet! Hey, did you just say that Dream Worry is actively climbing your bed? Don't you be forced by you!"
Han Shaoling glanced at him squinting: "You're lifeless, if a woman is half-pushing or half-fighting, can't you tell? You've never touched another woman?"
Youming: "..."
He opened his dark eyes, wondering if he should shake his head or nod.
Tell the truth, it’s so shameless! Tell me a lie, isn’t it terrible in case Xiao Mulberry really takes it!
"Anyway, your women are all running away." You Wuming stalked her neck.
"Speaking, she went with Hades to save me."
"Deceptive!"
"What to lie to you."
The topic went around again.
You Wuming pretended to think like this: "In order to save you from running away with others, throwing you here and waiting to die? Do you believe this?"
"She will definitely find a way to come back."
"You mean, the surnamed Dreamer was so fascinated by the so-called Wraith King and asked for medicine to come back to save you? Han Shaoling, I really don't know which one you should sympathize with. Come and come, you tell me that What does the demon look like, just that, an eye, a tongue, covered with sticky, hey, you woman, the taste is still very heavy."
Han Shaoling shook his head: "This is long skin. It looks like a human. It can speak a little, claiming to be the Devil King, and its strength is unfathomable. I have seen it eaves and walks on the outside of the thing, like a flat ground!"
You Wuming narrowed her eyes: "And then, does it fall in love with your woman at first sight?"
Han Shaolin: "...Yes."
It looks very humiliating.
Sang listened silently from the side, the scratches and fingerprints that he saw on the inner wall of the giant black iron wall just floated in his mind. Presumably this is the masterpiece of the "Demon Lord".
Hades... what is this again? Will the key to the mystery be on it?
"I said Han Shaoling, don't you think it's strange?" You Wuming said kindly and kindly, "You see our little mulberry, you have thrown away all your dreams for eighteen days. Isn't that why everyone is a male Yes, you have to turn around your woman? She didn’t even let go of the demon. Why haven’t I seen anyone who is so deadly and wanting to wrap my fruit, oh, except you."
Han Shaoling: "..." wanted to get angry, but did not know from what angle.
"Yes, you are lifeless, and it's not enough to hurt me at this point. I want to run my dream, just to continue to humiliate me."
You Wuming said: "You are thinking about me, thinking about it every day, blaming me? Hey, are you really strange? That woman, why?"
Han Shaolin took a look like he couldn't help it, and sighed: "If you want to say that, I did find a little abnormality. So, every time I want to trouble her, I will roll with her unconsciously. ."
He raised his finger and pointed at the overwhelming colorful light outside the cave: "I felt that she had such light on her body, which made her mind dizzy and wanted her. Others, maybe so."
You Wuming turned his head and looked at Sang Yuan.
Hearing Han Shaoling's words, Sang Yuan understood immediately. After a long time, what a lover of Mary Su and what a natural affinity for the poor people gave her a green light, it turned out to be the colorful light.
To say'fate', there is only about the last'love at first sight' with the demon at the first time, which can be regarded as a true causal relationship-she has been in contact with this colorful light for so long, and when the devil king saw her, she found that there are It's familiar with things.
"Meng Wuyou will not come back again." You Wuming looked back calmly at Han Shaoling.
"She will come back." Han Shaolin smiled confidently.
You Wuming leisurely raised her arms, not intending to take care of him again.
"No," Sang sighed and moved closer. "Han Shaoling, didn't you find it? After you and her fell into the underground river, the skyward luck on her disappeared. Otherwise, this way came, Why do you have to work so hard, the clothes are so broken, the spirit is exhausted. And, for such a long time, even the most common hemostatic herb has not been encountered."
Han Shaolin's eyes are complicated: "Sang'er, are you willing to talk to me? Underground, is there anything normal?"
"However, no matter where you used to be, you can find precious treasures everywhere."
Han Shaolin nodded dumbly: "Yes. It's really incredible."
"That's because of the mirror in her hand." Sang squatted down to his side. "Someone passed this mirror and sent very profound luck to her endlessly."
Han Shaoling's eyes opened slightly: "Is that the mirror you took away last time?"
"Yeah." Sang sighed far away. "You know, the so-called luck is the luck of the world. The dream is worry-free, and there is one point in the world, so you see, she "Picking up" the spirit of Wan Wannian to help you heal and advance to the next level, there will be a surge of tide everywhere. She led the thunder to save your life from the life of You Wuming, and the whole of the thousand years of unprecedented "surging tide" appeared."
"Later, you two fell into the abyss. In order to save your life, the person standing behind her directly transported the infinite gas into the mirror... What should happen to you afterwards? A ten-foot-tall Wraith tsunami hit the whole territory at the same time." Sang Yuan's eyes showed a little sympathy.
"And then, Meng Wuyou lost his mirror, and there is no chance and luck to help you through the storm anymore. You can only rely on yourself. King Hanzhou, haven’t you experienced this all by yourself for a long, long time? Feeling difficult with both hands and steps? On the contrary, the outside is calm and calm. Humans have defeated the devil and temporarily saved their homes."
Han Shaoling was shocked and looked at her blankly.
"Here, is this really a dream? Why did you say that... it made me hard to refute..."
He was in a trance for a few moments, even spraying several yellow bloods: "So, if Meng Wuyou is worrying that she will lose her luck, she will be killed by the Wraith King, right? No wonder You Wuming said she won't come back again."
Sang Yuanyuan said: "I don't know if she can save her life. But if she uses her previous experience with you to deal with the Devil King, I don't think the chance of surviving is too great. I want to make the Devil King turn small love into a big one. Love, fulfill the love between you and her, and then let her come back with medicine to save you, that is not even possible."
Han Shaoling laughed: "A good one turns a little love into a big love, hahahaha! You are talking about Qin Yinyue, the master of the Yinyue Pavilion, that stupid pig, but he didn't laugh at me!"
Sang is far from knowing who Qiao Yinyue is, but she knows that it must be one of the army of dream-worship-seekers.
"It was the assassination pavilion set up in Zhangzhou." Han Shaoling waved his hand. "It's no longer important."
His gaze wandered for a moment.
"Sang'er, you tell me again. Is it really because of me that the whole territory is in crisis and disaster again and again? Is this true? Did you lie to me?"
Sang looked at his eyes from afar and nodded: "I didn't lie to you. Last time, the Wraith Demon Tsunami broke through many states, but now it's fine."
"A lot of people died?" Han Shaoling's lips and lips smiled bitterly, and the yellowed blood flowed down the corners of his mouth.
"Yes, but everyone has more experience dealing with the Devil." Sang was far from knowing what, and suddenly a glowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "All damage, as long as we can't destroy humans, will only make us more powerful."
"How about Hanzhou? Without me, Hanzhou..." Han Shaoling frowned.
Sang smiled from afar: "Hanzhou is very good. Your cousin Han Shaofeng is very calm and stays."
"That's good." Han Shaoling smiled on his face, with relief and self-deprecation.
"Who can't do without this world?" he murmured.
"Yeah." Sang far agreed, "Everything should be natural. This is the true way of heaven. Forcing luck to someone will only make a mistake, but it will be a harm."
"Good." Han Shaoling laughed, "Sang'er, if I had known for a long time that I had lost my luck and brought so many disasters, I would have killed Meng Wuyou by myself, and then wielded my sword! You believe me ."
"I believe." Sang nodded gently.
People like Han Shaoling and Huang Fujun are hostile, but she knows that they are all true heroes. For the sake of life, for the sake of the human race, they do not spare themselves.
"Okay, you can just trust me. Sang'er, if possible, please take care of this mess, anyway!" Han Shaoling smiled slightly, his eyes suddenly stagnated.
You Wuming turned his head and looked at him: "He has lost his heart. Let's go."
The two stepped out of the cave.
Sang couldn't help but look back.
"Little Mulberry!" You stared at her viciously and viciously.
"Actually, he and I are really unfamiliar..." Sang sighed far and softly. "I think it's a pity. He and Huangfujun are actually heroes guarding the cloud."
Han Shaoling and You Wuming actually have no unresolvable contradictions. Unfortunately, to this day, he has been infiltrated by the poison of the colorful light and love, and even Sang is far from power.
"Well. Let's go." Youwu grabbed her.
Along the passage, the two quickly found the abyss mouth located in Yunzhou. Now the proficiency of the lifeless wings is higher, and it is not a problem to fly over the area.
...
Jidu.
"General Zhenxi, King Jizhou begs again!"
"Don't see it." Huang Fuxiong's lips were pale, and he sat alone under the window, his eyes stunned.
The 800,000 troops are not mobilized overnight.
He had to wait in Jizhou.
A few days ago, his heart seemed to be thrown into the oil pan, fried all the way, fried all the way, after waiting for a few days, it cooled down.
Jiang Yanji tried to contact him countless times, and Huang Fuxiong said that the illness was pushed.
He knows himself.
Hearing the voice of the venomous woman, she will certainly be unable to suppress her belly full of swear words.
Not now. Most of the army is still missing and cannot be fought.
These days, Huang Fuxiong dare not recall the sound and smile of Huang Fujun. In his life, Huang Fujun has always been like a lighthouse, guiding him, leading him, a beacon and a harbour.
Although he didn't think about it, no matter where he was, Huang Fuxiong would have the illusion that he had lost the lamp and was stuck in the thick and dense darkness.
White hair emerged from the head one by one.
The powerful people in the Spiritual Realm are aging at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.
Sometimes sitting in this way, in a trance, I actually saw my own end, knowing that I was sloppy, and it was impossible to fight such a vicious and insidious woman-even the big brother lost, didn't he?
But he immediately cheered himself up again.
On hand is the ending of "The Revenge of Xiao Zhong" sent by the gentleman not long ago.
Like a life-saving straw.
"Xiao Zhong can, I can too!"
However, it is inevitable that the chest is still clogged, and the mouth is spit, and it is sputum.
It seems to be stuck in a quagmire. Obviously, Qiu is deep like the sea. It should be a time of no progress, but the emotions are always dark and disappointed.
Huang Fuxiong was a leader for many years. He knew that the general's momentum was enough to influence the whole army. This is still true of his leader, not to mention the soldiers under his command.
"Can I really fight her?" Huang Fuxiong's eyes gradually became cloudy. "If God has eyes, can you give me a little inspiration? My Huang Fuxiong, is there any hope of revenge for my brother in this life?"
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
A very clear and cheerful voice came from outside the hall.
Huang Fuxiong opened his eyes slightly and looked away.
Suddenly lost.
"What, what..."
A little puppet slightly higher than his knee was walking towards him.
There was an empty gray cassock on his body, a big word "Fu" affixed to his chest, a string of transparent amber rosary beads hanging on his neck, and the big bead on the bottom struck on its wooden belly. Make a clear and nice sound.
"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."
On a miserable white face, two huge black eyes, a small nose, and a small red mouth were embedded, and the smile was beautiful and sweet.
It stretched its arms and walked to Huangfuxiong's feet unsteadily.
"what is this?!"
Huangfu Xiong blinked hard, jumped from the low couch by the window, and squatted in front of the doll.
...It's too high.
He was so mighty and squatted that he could only see the doll's black hair.
So Huangfu's cocked and sat down.
...Still too high.
The puppet waved two small arms like butterfly wings.
"Hug?" Huangfu whispered.
As soon as I spoke, I was stunned.
Dongzhou men have always been adhering to the tradition of'love is harm', and their children (especially sons) are mainly tempered and suppressed. The prince rarely shows love to his children.
For example, Huangfu Jun threw Huangfu to a distance, leaving him alone, and he kept putting pressure on him and entrusted him with a heavy responsibility.
In the opinion of Dongzhou men, this is the deepest father's love, this is love!
The same is true of Huangfu Xiong. He had never hugged his son. He had always learned to look like his elder brother and put on a cold face, as if his son owed himself eight years of money.
But at this moment, when he was talking about such a strange figure of unknown origin, he actually blurted out and asked the sticky words like "Hug".
It's simply that the night festival is not guaranteed!
I saw that the puppet in front of him lifted up his small face, and his dark eyes blinked at him twice, his eyelashes fluttering, almost killing him.
A pair of small arms fanned twice.
Huang Fuxiong: "...Bless the boy?!"
This is the first time in his life that Huang Fuxiong felt the ‘Blessing of Heaven’. Just when he was the most dazed, helpless, confused and lonely, there was such a totally unconventional thing around him!
This is not heaven's revelation, what else can it be? !
With a serious face, Huang Fuxiong held out his futon's hands, grabbed the doll's small body, and hugged it up.
"I have to check carefully whether it is a hidden weapon."
The puppet grinned his lips, revealing two rows of beautiful, slightly pointed white teeth.
Huang Fuxiong: "..."
If there is a way of death in this world called ‘death by cuteness’, Huang Fuxiong feels that he can laugh at Jiuquan.
Like a thief, he hugged the puppet on the low couch. Although he knew that there was no one in the temple, he still looked around left and right.
Then, with his beard, he rubbed the doll's pretty face.
Puppet: Dish
Show him the fierceness!
Facing the angry puppet who suddenly had small fangs, Huang Fuxiong felt that his soul was flying.
"Ahhh-kill me too!"
The roar alarmed the guard outside the hall.
The guards knew that the general had been depressed for many days. Upon hearing such a voice at first glance, the guard was so scared that he rushed in without any inquiry.
"General?!" The guard "Clang" drew his sword.
Huang Fuxiong was taken aback by being solid.
He poses as a cub, puts the puppet in his arms, and then stares fiercely at his guard.
The two stared at each other with big eyes.
"General, general?"
"What can I do! Go out!"
Huangfu Xiong hurried away the guard, looked down, the little cute in his arms had disappeared.
Huang Fuxiong: "???" Is it an illusion? !
Turning his head, he saw a small gray corner of the cloth behind the ladle, and a small hand stretched out, ‘whoop’, and pulled the corner of the clothing back to hide it.
Huang Fuxiong: "!!!"