Chapter 90: Revenge for Grandma and herself

The sweat on Qingliang's back exploded and was blown by the night breeze, and the cold sweat on one end evaporated, causing him to fight a shiver well. He seemed to realize something, but couldn't believe it. He stepped back two steps and sat on the ground with one hip.
At this moment, a thunder thundered down, like a sharp weapon, scratching the sky overnight, and after a moment, it seemed that some ominous thunder was suppressed, and then it rang from the depths of the earth.
No one had heard of this kind of thunder like midsummer in such cold weather. Qingliang almost doubted what it was foreshadowing. He suddenly crawled up and down from the ground, striding toward the most On the outer gate, he looked down anxiously, but in the gloomy night, he could see nothing.
The sky was getting more dignified, and Chang'an hung on the vines on the almost vertical mountain wall, and his consciousness was already a little dull. The rock-shattering thunder just awakened him. He felt a jerk, and then felt his hands were loose. Almost scared a cold sweat.
The blush on Chang'an's face had faded, and somehow it was as pale as porcelain with dim gloss.
His chest was violently undulating for a while, every heartbeat seemed to be vacant, and his entire chest followed and went up and down, which made Changan breathless.
He closed his eyes, wrapped the vine around his body, and held the ring finger of the other hand with the uninjured hand. This was the method Aye told him, and it was not really effective, or his psychological effect. Changan seems to feel better.
He opened his eyes, moved his numb shoulders and chest slightly, and continued to climb up without a word. He didn't even look down at the pond, which once again threatened his life.
Then, a fine rain hit.
The offshore area is much better than the winter inland, but after all, it is still cold, and the cold raindrops fall down finely. It seems to be mixed with ice and hits the skin. After a while, people will be frozen.
Chang'an ignored it, and he hung on the cliff for a whole night in such a cold night, until the rain stopped, and the clouds dispersed, and the next day at dawn, his hand caught the top of the cliff for the first time Stones.
Chang'an's bruise wound broke a piece of skin on the tip of his chin. He could hardly hold his strength and worked three or four times before he climbed up with his hands and feet. A long scratch was scratched on his wrist. The moment his legs touched the ground, he fell to the ground and couldn't move, and he didn't even have the energy to dissolve the vines.
He rolled a thick rattan like an adult's wrist, and unconsciously curled up, lying on the soft mud, and a smell of slightly muddy earth poured into his dying smell.
Chang'an felt exhausted, and he could fall asleep with his eyes closed.
But he didn't close his eyes.
What are the consequences of closing his eyes here? He didn't want to know at all. Chang'an slowly mobilized his breath. After ten breaths, he took out a small knife around his waist and followed them along the vein of the vine. His body was cut off, and his hands and feet were struggling to support himself from the ground, but before he could stand up, his feet softened, and he fell back again.
"I really look like a dead dog." Chang'an thought quite mockingly, his uninjured hand propped on the ground, and the other curled up on his side, only his elbow could hold it, and his wrist fell to the ground again. After a moment, the pain in the heart was painful, but at this time, the pain was good, so that he would not be numb.
He fell to the ground, panting in a big mouth, and the breath he exhaled was trembling. Anyone who saw him like this would feel that he was out of energy.
But how can a person lose their energy? Chang'an always thinks this way, even if he falls into such a miserable position-he still doesn't feel that he is in a desperate situation, still feels ... as long as he improperly stretches his leg to die, he can always exert enough strength of.
Changan didn't know how long he knelt on the ground before re-gritting his teeth, which made his cheeks tighten, and the blue tendons on his neck were exposed on the surface of the flesh.
"Fuck," he thought angrily when he regained his breath, "I just have a breath left, and I have to kill that weird thing, otherwise I won't be able to close my eyes."
The thought flashed quickly in his mind, so that after a while, Chang'an was laughed at himself. He knew that he should find a place to hide from the rain, deal with the injuries on his body, and wait for the people over there to rescue him. Cazo should return home safely. With his ventilation report, Huayi should know himself The approximate trail.
But he still couldn't do it, even if there were 1,000 or 10,000 wrong, he couldn't resist his desire / desire to take Jing Chu's neck sharpening at the moment. Chang'an felt that because of this temper, he didn't seem to grow up Do something right in the eyes of others.
Chang An wiped the sweat on his forehead with his tattered sleeves, blinked his head and blinked, and a drop of rain fell from his thick eyelashes, as if a tear had fallen, and it was dripping on him impartially. I have no consciousness on my right wrist.
After a while, however, he left the knife without expression, his face was indifferent as if the injured right wrist had not grown on him.
Let's also say that the son of Bu Dong, the follower of the army, can still be called a young man who is standing beside Huayi. He is always impassive and not talking, but he is listening to all directions and waiting until he starts. At the time, he had almost figured out the cause and effect.
If it is usually the meticulous consideration of Huayi, he will definitely leave his enemies, Budong and Luda, because of Cazuo. However, Huayi is calm on the surface, but in fact it is already upset, plus Zhu has always been a small fu low, following him like a transparent person, Huayi really forgot him.
Zhu Zhu was so excited that he couldn't even sleep--he didn't wait for the reply from the old father, Bu Dong, who was far away in the town. He was arrogantly mixed among a group of brothers who were preparing to kill their enemies. Kazo. Not only did he want to kill Cazzo, he wanted to make him die in pain.
In the middle of the night, he rose up in a cloak, and his slaves opened up the temporary account and let in his work cloth.
Zhu Zhu raised an eyebrow and asked, "What?"
His gongduo laughed: "You should have expected it. Luda cheated the gatekeeper and ran out. It should be coming here."
"Cheat?" Zhu Zhu smiled slowly and said slowly, "I asked someone to deliberately release the water to release him, and the stuff that the messenger gave him, when others are blind? If not I cover him up How can it be so easy to pass? "
His work cloth froze for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Ah ... you are really in the same vein as your father, well-intentioned. Just ... aren't you afraid that these small actions will fall into the eyes of the king?"
"Don't you see that the king is almost indifferent to the southeast and the northwest?" Said Zhu Zhu. "It has been like this since I saw the note from the messenger, and I suspect it was the city owner."
His guobuduo was startled, and after a moment's thoughts, he asked with a little worry: "Are you sure? The city owner is not a good soft persimmon. He lost his trace and fell into it. Rivals, do we run into a hard nail? If we have actions at this time, what would be the impact on the overall situation? "
Bian Zhu grew up with his guobudu from an early age, and his feelings were not deep, but he always felt that his mind was a bit unclear, and he was unorganized in speaking and doing things.
But he was still reluctant to hurt each other's face, so he patiently explained: "It's nothing, according to the news that year, they occupy the land but the valley and the forest in the mountain area. How many people can you have? My own estimation also estimates, how many people are we? Besides, I heard that the leader himself is a sub-beast, and therefore also partial to the sub-beast. Is it comparable to our team of all orcs? The world is like the master of Haizhu City How many Asian beasts can there be? It's just a small bar. It doesn't hurt the overall situation. You really worry about it. "
Zhu Zhu's Gongbudu listened, and put down a little bit of dim sum, but for some reason, listening to the sound of thunder from far and near, he always had an ominous hunch in his heart, as if something bad was about to happen.
And the next night, just as the legendary master account was getting closer and closer, and there was less than a day left, and everyone was nervous, Luda quietly put it under the water of Zhu Zhu's deliberate intention. After catching up with them, and sneaking into Zhu Zhu's account, after the two together, Luda disguised himself.
When he turned around, Luda's eyes were cold --- Zhu Zhu regarded him as a fool and wanted to use himself to deal with the residual forces of Cazor and the Black Hawks in his team, so it was just a plan to count ... He would avenge him and himself.
The night in Huayi, however, could not sleep at night. It was easy to fall asleep in the middle of the night, and I did not know what dreams had awakened him. He sat up suddenly, his neck loosened, and a slight landing sound sounded.
Huayi lowered his head, only to find that the beads that Changan had given him in the past, which had been worn by him around the neck, broke the thread sometime, and the round beads rolled to the ground ticking down.
Huayi's heart was cold, and staring at the bead, he could hardly breathe.
Then he suddenly put on his clothes and didn't care about the broken thread. He just picked up the beads and put them in his heart, strode out, and alarmed the guard at the door.
Huayi calmly ordered, "Call everyone, I'll give a joss stick time, come to me to gather, rush the road overnight, kill them by surprise!"
The guard stopped for a moment and quickly ordered to pass the order.
Huayi put his hand on his heart and took a deep breath.
He unknowingly made the same action as Luda ... as if it were those things hanging on his heart that could make people feel the power from his weak heart.