Chapter 297: Because I like warmth, 101

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Wen Youyi gently pulled the old rag who was lying in the camp and whispered: "Brother, the horn is blowing again."
The man slowly opened his eyes. There was no focal length in his eyes. It was dark and deep, as if it were a corner of the dark night.
His body was bruised, knife wounds, and whip marks all over the body. The old wounds were crusted, and the new ones were wounded. There was no complete skin on the broad and strong body.
This person may be too tough, perhaps the belief that there is a strong desire to live in the heart, and the ordinary person has suffered such a heavy injury, probably once fainted and awake, can not get up, but he does not, each Every night, when he opens his eyes, he is clear and awake.
Hearing Wen Youyi, he faintly nodded, grabbed the bed under his body and stiffened it.
Wen Youyi wanted to help him, but he was pushed away by him. He slowly stood up. At that moment, the pain invisibly tore the new wounds on his body, but his cold face was on his face. There is no slight expression of ups and downs, as if it is not painful.
Wen Youyi had to go out with him.
Wen Youyi, like most people in Seoul, was captured by the Nanzhao army, and the person around him was called Qian Qianmo.
The king of the North, fighting with Seoul to the hero of death.
Nancy did not kill everyone, but they wanted them to become slaves. The wounds on Qian Qian’s body were beaten by the Nanzhao soldiers one day.
Wen Youyi is grateful to this person because it was because of the day he was captured. He was physically unable to keep up with the team. He was beaten to death by the Nanxun soldiers. He saved him and took him. After two days and two nights, his life was saved.
The horns blew again, and they were rushed to build the gates.
However, the Nanxun soldiers had the means of insulting them. At that time, some people finally climbed up the wooden ladders attached to the gates of the city. At this time, a large stone was rolled down from the gate of the city, and it was hard to live on the man. I only heard a painful scream, and the man fell alive from the ladder...
Blood, flowed to the ground.
The wind blew and the yellow sand flew.
At that moment, several people motionless and looked at the man who fell to the ground.
The soldiers on the gates are still laughing.
The laughter is very harsh.
Wen Youyi’s hand holding the stone was very hard, and he tried hard to crush the stone. He stared down at the surface of the stone with a red blood in his eyes.
However, it didn't take long for the officers and men to scream again. "What are you doing there, are you looking for death?!"
Thousands of inks were coldly on the ladder. Many people, including Wen Youyi, couldn’t help but look at him, especially Wen Youyi.
Unsurprisingly, the soldiers on the gate of the city threw down a boulder, and then, the thousand inks smashed the wooden ladder and turned sideways. The ladder lost its center of gravity to the right, and the whole person was also cold. The wall crashed. He quickly climbed the ladder again. Several movements were quick and precise, but the distance between the boulder was avoided, and only a muffled sound was heard. The stone slammed on the ground. .
The soldier on the gate of the city stunned and just about to break open. Qian Qianmo had climbed the gate through the ladder very quickly, and jumped forward, kicking the stoned soldier at his feet. A meal.