Chapter 82: It's ridiculous!

The matter in Wangcheng has almost been handed over to Huayi. The only thing is that it is impossible to find who the spy is hiding in the city.
Even if Chang'an was gone, the city defense in his hands was still a piece of steel at this time, and Huayi could not get involved in it to find out the guy who was hidden by him.
Chang'an's mouth is too tight, and he hides it too well in his own possession, leaving no trace of it. It can be seen that people who follow the rules in normal days are not a reassuring thing. Once they occasionally do not follow the rules, they Even the person who knew him best knew nothing about it.
This incident has caused Huayi to suffer a lot. Since the unknown rival went eastward, Huayi seems to be in trouble, and Changan's hidden and unreported has also caused him a lot of trouble, Solaim. He wasn't there. No one complained. He was so angry that he could only lift the table in the king's tent.
But there is no time for a cup of tea. When Huayi gets angry and calms down, he can't help but forgive Chang'an ... even if he's not in front of him, he will bother himself.
Huayi and him have been here for so many years, and they are always upset. They have tried Changan thousands of times secretly, and even because people are fighting in secret, his head is still hot and he has crossed the bottom line of each other ... But now, he remembers that time What I think and do is ridiculous.
Sometimes Huayi felt that his heart might be angular at the beginning, but he was tortured by that person for many years with time, and was getting smoother and smoother. He felt that he was almost incredibly changed by Changan Got another person.
The desperate man who was shocked by a single action in the jungle in the past, now softly tolerates such a person holding the city defense firmly in his hands under his eyelids, and too lazy to care about it ... Isn't it a miracle? ?
It was late, and Huayi was sitting beside the bed for a while. The big bed was empty and a bit cold, and the habits of the past seemed to be broken. Huayi had not been able to sleep well for days.
Just then Luda arrived in Luquan's name.
The messenger was uneasy. The news he brought was not good, and the words were stammered, lest the missing city owner ruin their royal spirit, and he opened the sword directly.
But who knows, except when he stumbled and said, "The Lord of the City is gone," Huayi frowned and asked, "What's going on?" From the beginning to the end, the East Sea King didn't say a word again.
It was not until the messenger had finished speaking that Huayi lowered his head, resting his hands on his knees, and remained silent for a long time, then waved his hands weakly and told the restless messenger to leave.
Waiting for him in the king's account, Huayi leaned back heavily, lay on his back on the bed, and intently realized what was called upset for a while, and when the hemp had spread to his back At that time, he suddenly turned over, struck the pillow of Chang'an fiercely, pinched the pillow in his hand, and stabbed him to death.
Counting it, this is no longer the first time that Huayi wanted to reach out and choke Changan, thinking that his teeth were itching, and the pillow was so stupid that it was a shameless one.
He was as upset as he was rushing through the pillows, and was still upset, holding the pillow and a bunch of broken things in his head and falling asleep, and somehow he had a nightmare.
Huayi dreamed that he was holding an individual in his arms, and a closer look revealed that the person was actually Changan. Chang'an is softer than a pillow. It seems like there is no bone, and he gently slumps, his flesh slumps, but he really has no bones, and becomes a personal pillow. He lay deadly in his arms. Don't open my eyes.
Huayi was so anxious that he was soaked in a hot water, which was sour and painful, but it was not the sharp pain that caused the pain of the heart, but just as he couldn't wake up anyway Chang'an, the dull soreness gradually spread across the chest, wrapped in indescribable chill.
The chill seemed to have penetrated his scalp, erecting his hair upright, and a bit of heat in his heart was taken away by the coldness of the bone, leaving nothing but despair.
Someone came to pull him away, and kept whispering in his ear what he was saying, nothing more than "grief", but what grief?
If you can get it, where is the sadness?
Huayi felt that he was embarrassed and looked at others telling him that Chang'an was gone. In his heart, there was a rib that arched in begging, and could not be twisted. People came and went in front of him. Slowly it became a face, like a glimmer of light.
He couldn't see anyone, and their voices slowly turned into "humming" noises.
It felt so real that he couldn't even feel that he was dreaming, so he seemed to be trapped in it, trapped for a whole night.
Early the next morning, the slave shouted four or five times outside the account, and Huayi opened his eyes confusedly.
His eyes opened, but God didn't return.
Huayi stared at the top of his bed tentatively. The feeling of being unable to catch his breath on his chest was still there. He sat up abruptly, hesitated, no matter what, just panicked and looked down at the pillow. Side, but saw that there was empty.
The scene in the dream suddenly mingled with the empty half-bed, like someone punched him heavily on his chest.
Huayi was dizzy, and suddenly felt like nausea. He couldn't help lying on the bedside, and vomited a spit of blood.
This spit, then the distant sages returned to the cage. Huayi slowly remembered that Changan was sent out by himself. Now I don't know where I went without permission. Someone just came to the newspaper last night and was angry with him. Not light.
... It turned out to be just a dream.
The slaves outside the account heard that the inside was moving incorrectly, and dared to open the door without permission. When they saw a pool of blood on the ground, their legs were softened into tongues, and they stared at Huayi with dazzling eyes: "King ... King Wang! "
Huayi spit out the blood that was stagnant in the heart, and she seemed to be relaxed a lot, and her brain was turning fast. I remembered that kind of desolation turned out to be just a nightmare, and my mood was "huh", and I was relaxed-fortunately I woke The world is much more lovely than just that.
"Don't make a fuss. I was a little bit angry by your city owner recently." Huayi closed his eyes and regained his mind for a moment, and then commanded, "Go, clear the land for me, and then get me some face wash and food." Hunger makes my stomach hurt. "
The slave said cautiously, "Will the king ... ask a doctor?"
"Don't ... Well, please, please, if you like, please ask the doctor to wait outside. The messenger who came back yesterday is still waiting for the letter. I will tell him a few words and let him rest today. Let's go tomorrow, in a few days ... The longest is five or six days, and I will immediately follow someone. Let Lu Quan sharpen their swords and guns, and wait for a man's career, don't spend the whole day Complaining about some. "
The slave bowed its head and turned around.
Huayi then glanced down at the blood on the ground, and only felt that if the world really did what Solem's stick said, there were reincarnations around and around, then he must have owed Changan for many lifetimes. Ask him to vomit blood to pay it back.
Huayi quickly got busy, and forgot to call the doctor. He didn't remember him until noon when he had a meal—this call came in, only to find Qingliang.
Kazuo disappeared, and Aye had no mood to see people, so he gave it to Qingliang.
Although Qingliang was jerky, she was very patient and temperamental. If she didn't understand, she asked Aye, and after doing this for a while, she unexpectedly appeared like a figure.
However, it didn't matter that he went out for a long time, but he forgot the people in his basement.
Grandma is very embarrassed-even if she is a peerless beauty, she was cut off her tongue and she lost her hands, and she was locked in such a dark place, she couldn't see much.
Still, she did not give up.
Grandma felt that she had underestimated her opponents to achieve such a result. She took the blame for it, and now she suffers this kind of suffering.
Others are nonsense. It is true to think of a solution to spread the news.
Qing Liang is honest, she wo n’t let her go out and talk to her, but she wo n’t abuse her. Grandma always counts on this under the ground.
On this day alone, Qingliang did not come for breakfast. Grandma waited quietly for a while and determined that he had been called out.
What Qingliang is doing, Grandma knows from this herbal-filled basement that someone wants to come to see a doctor, and will he be back at half past one.
She slowly stood up, the chains on her body were struck by her movements.
Then Grandma stuck her ears to the wall-not long after she was locked in, she could faintly hear the sound of water outside the wall. It passed through the soil. A few days later Grandma understood that this basement should be away The ground is not far and there is a river just behind.
She also knew that there was a tartar in the city.
Grandma bit down the torn sleeves, lifted her elbow, replaced her elbow with her hand, and dug down on the slightly soft mud wall. She dug very slowly. The skin on her elbow was already broken. Ragged and flesh-blooded, but she didn't seem to know the pain, her face was firm, and she stayed around the clock.
Qing Liang usually put the food in the farthest place she could get, and didn't walk in. In addition to the dim light in the basement, he didn't realize that the wall had been dug out by her.
On the day when Qing Liang was away, Kung Fu lived up to the caring person, and Grandma stood on the soil with blood on her head and saw a glimmer of sky.
But before she had time to be happy, she was poured with a basin of cold water-even though she has lost a lot of weight through hard work these days, at this time, it is still difficult to take a step forward from the chain left by Changan. It was already the limit she could reach.
No matter how high she was, she couldn't reach it and saw hope. Was she so helpless?
Grandma blinked for a moment, suddenly her eyes flashed, and she lowered her head, like a fierce beast, and bit her arm fiercely-she knew that the strength of her teeth was stronger than the strength of her hands. By snapping this arm, she can grab the broken arm, digging out of her reach.
The blood dripped from her teeth, and Grandma almost lost her consciousness, but still refused to let go.
At this moment, the sound of gurgling suddenly heard from the small slit above his head. Alan was startled suddenly, raised his head, just saw a man tilt his head, a few times, he almost self-decision There was a wide gap between the palms where the arms were difficult to clean, and he was curiously there, stretching his neck to look at her.
Men's nails are extremely long. When they are forced, there appear to be faint scales flashing under the nails, and the eyes are flashing with strange blue light in the dark.
It's ridiculous!
Grandma's eyes lighted, God was helping her!