Chapter 666: Terrorist

The small yang’s one-yang incident quickly spread throughout the military hospital. When Zhao Shan’s doctors and other people heard it, they all grinned and laughed at him. In the past, "the record", they believe that he can do that kind of silly and naive things, and the military doctors and soldiers are all kinds of heart-cooling, and the little princes who are unwilling to hang on, don’t come again, especially the wounds. Suffering, they still want to live a few more days, kill a few more North Barbarian, but don't want to die early in the small Yang Wang's yang finger, but unfortunately, the culprit that makes them fear is still in the military hospital, and ? ?
"Three brothers, my brother, I am coming to you."
The tip of the eye found the brothers in a group of children in the room. The small group swayed and sipped and walked in. The appearance was the same as the leader who had checked down from above. Ling Jingxuan, who was behind him, couldn’t laugh and cry. .
"Small dumplings? How come you?"
"Hang, cute little chubby pier, white and fat, good gratitude."
"Yeah, I haven't seen this chubby kid for a long time."
"It's so cute, Wujun Wang, is your brother?"
The little buns and iron dolls accompanying the bed saw him coming in, and both of them frowned and they were amazed. In their world, basically the children were yellow and thin, like small dumplings. This kind of white and tender, full of flesh-and-blood children is undoubtedly particularly rare. Even Ling Jingxuan, who is behind him, let them ignore the hard-won life. Everyone’s eyes are bright and the locks have no fear, but they are curious. Looking at their chubby pier.
"Three brothers, father, who are they?"
The small group went over and took the hands of two brothers, looking up and asking them curiously.
"They are my friends, how come you are here?"
Back to God's little buns, he bluntly bent his fingers and knocked on his head. The line of sight couldn't help but glance at the old man who stopped at the door and leaned against the door frame. How could he bring him here? Can Chu Shu and his brother agree? Don't look at him. He always scares him. In fact, he doesn't love his brother more than his brothers. It's just that everyone expresses different ways.
"He brought me here, black, round, tiger brother and rolling also came, but he said that he was afraid of scaring others, and the wounds of others were cracked, and they were waiting for them for a while. Do you want to find them? Play, they must be very lonely."
Of course, the chubby pier ran to the black and round on the other side, saying that he was still letting go and rolling on their bodies. The two were also well-behaved and did not care about him. Heavyweight tonnage, let him toss on them, especially round, simply lying flat to let him lie on his stomach, the teenagers who saw this scene are all surprised and wide-eyed, but Ling Jingxuan’s father and son are used to it. The appearance of him, isn’t he playing with them at home on weekdays?
"The interface is not blocked and blue, which proves that all the blood vessels are well connected. Remember not to move for a while. If you have nothing to do, try to move your fingers for a few days, but not too intense. After one month, you can start the post. Rebuilt, be patient before you do, unless you don't want this arm."
I don’t know when Ling Jingxuan, who is leaning against the door frame, has gone to the bed to look at the arms of San Mao. Then the doctors of Gaoming can’t treat the patients who don’t cooperate. They can do everything, then look at him. Your own.
"Wang, Wang Hao, will my arm really recover the same as before?"
The three-haired man who couldn’t move in bed could be moved like a piece of paper. His eyes were full of naked Xiyi. When he rushed out yesterday, he only thought that Ye Xuan could not die. He had no fear, and his arm was cut off. He quickly fainted and didn't feel any pain. He woke up after anesthesia in the middle of the night, and he only felt the pain clearly, only to know that his arm was broken, but the doctor-in-law who had a good medical skill had already attached him. I heard that my arm can be recovered. In the future, it is possible to be a soldier. His heart is full of hope. However, in the depths of his heart, he is still somewhat scared. After all, he has never heard of a broken arm. Can still be connected, and still intact.
"Oh... do you want to be the same as before?"
Ling Jingxuan smiled and found a stool to sit down at the bed. It is said that the child is already thirteen years old. He only looks at his height lying on the bed and the cheeks of basically no meat. He can’t see the appearance of thirteen years old. It’s eleven or two years old. However, Ling Jingxuan likes his eyes very much. It is like a little tiger like a sparkling, full of hope, very similar to their little buns and little tigers.
"Well, I want to join the army, I want to kill the Northern Man with the General Ye."
Looking at his eyes and nodding, San Mao said firmly that his family was killed by the North Barbarian, and most of the people who have been caring for them in these years have also died in the hands of the North Barbarian. He saw it with his own eyes. It’s terrible to let them die. Some young women are even naked. It’s not hard to imagine what they had suffered before they died. He wants revenge, he wants to recover blood debts for those people, and he doesn’t want to see Daqing again. The people have suffered the same fate.
"Then you have to listen to the words of Dr. Zhao, and you will recover well. I promise that one day you will definitely stand on the battlefield. Maybe one day in the future, you can still be as powerful as General Ye."
With Ling Jingxuan’s savvy, I will not see what he is thinking? The right hand touched his forehead, and Ling Jingxuan’s handsome face was full of gentleness. He was a bitter child. When he saw this child, he couldn’t help but think of the little buns who had been there. Inclusive and pity.
"Really? Thank you, Wang Hao, I will listen to the doctors and try to recover."
A child like this, who doesn't want to be a general, San Maozi was so excited that he couldn't find the north. In the morning, Zhao Shan saw that he had a terrible pain. He gave him a pain-relieving drug, and specially gave him a needle to ease one or two. Otherwise, now he is not screaming, but
"Wang Hao, will the princes drive the North Barbarians soon? Then I can't just beat them in person?"
After the excitement, Sanmao asked again.
"Oh... just drive them away? Your heart is too small, rest assured, as long as you cultivate well, you will definitely have the opportunity to commit suicide."
Ling Jingxuan’s meaningful smile, Danfeng’s eyes swiftly slid through a bloodthirsty smash and rushed them away? It’s too cheap for them, even if they don’t take over the city, they’re still making the horrible things of the massacre. Hey, don’t want the northern barbarians in the city, don’t want to run for him, kill them, they’re all Pay for the people who don’t beat the city!
"Well, I believe in Wang Hao."
What he needs most now is hope, and Ling Jingxuan gives him the hope.
"Wang, we have to."
Compared with yesterday’s cautiousness when seeing the prince, Wang Hao gave them a very easy-going feeling. The teenagers were not afraid of him. They all excitedly rushed up. Ling Jingxuan looked back at them and the gentle smile did not disappear. There are such a group of teenagers, whether they are Dongguo or Beiman, they all want to break through the youth!
"Hey, they are all because of the orphans who lost their loved ones in Beiman. General Ye said that they are young and unwilling to accept them. Can you tell them about the father and accept them, even if they let them be the heads of the army? It’s also good.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the little buns squatted on his shoulder and asked for help. Others didn't know if he still didn't know? Their family is really the master, but he does not control the military camp, but as long as he is willing to say a few words in the father's ear, the father will certainly handle it cautiously, and no one will be more useful than him.
"Do you have a big pot? Isn't that your work with the little tiger?"
Eyebrows, Ling Jingxuan squinted at him, deliberately making him play, who knows...
"Wang Hao, don't you say that you don't want a big pot?"
Song Xiaohu, who came with Ling Wen Yan Shangqing and Long Dashan Zhou Changsheng, just heard what he said. The little guy was in a hurry and rushed to protest in front of him. He was a school of six products, so he still had to be big. Pot?
"Ha ha..."
Wen Yanxuan, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but laugh, the iron baby and the newly arrived Ling Wen and others couldn't help but burst into laughter, but the little buns and Xiaohuzi frowned and looked uncomfortable. They were going to kill. Enemy, how can I go back to the cauldron?
"Stupid!"
After Zhou Xiaosheng, who was around Xiaohuzi, looked at him with no anger, Wang Hao was joking. Is he still serious? "Who are you saying so?"
Xiao Huzi’s martial arts in these years was not white, and he immediately looked at him with anger and anger. Zhou Changsheng turned slowly and looked at him: "Who should say who!"
"You... Believe it or not, I am flattening you?"
Xiaohuzi was so angry that he raised his fists and shook his face in front of him. But he didn’t even look at his eyes: "Trust, but you dare not!"
Well, this cold and hot, the little tiger's fist hit out just like playing on cotton, but also they can make a noise.
"You remember me, one day I would severely hit you!"
When he mentions his collar and swears, Xiaohuzi’s arrogant turn is no longer a matter of his own, so that he will really flatten him under his impulse, and Zhou Changsheng’s, slowly and steadily, he is crumpled. Clothes, did not put his anger on the heart, look carefully, his lips seem to have a smile, maybe outsiders will not understand, but this is the way they exchange feelings, don't look at them like this, a pair It is really possible to start with the appearance. If the other party is in danger, they will definitely jump out the first time. The friendship accumulated when they grow up together is not something that ordinary people can understand.
"Hey, what happened to his brother?"
I don't know when, the little corps that they played with them ran over. The little guy ran to the bed while talking, and the creeping little wanted to climb the bed.
"Oh my little ancestors, you can stop."
Ling Jingxuan immediately frightened his heartbeat and took him back. The previous one pointed him to his heart.
"Oh, what do you want to see your brother?"
The small group that he was hugged squirmed uncomfortably, and there were various protests in his mouth. Ling Jingxuan couldn’t help but slap on his and forced him to place on his lap: "Brother can pass If you can't stop watching, you can be honest."
Who knows if he will make another yang, or a more powerful trick? He is afraid of him.
"Why? You can see, why can't I?"
I didn’t feel that I was doing a lot of things in the recent past. The little squad was very stupid and naive, and Ling Jingxuan’s long spit out, as calm as possible:
My brother is not the same as the uncle, he The arm was broken, and it took a lot of effort to pick it up. What if you accidentally bumped it and broke it for him? Small group, don’t touch your brother? You don’t want to After my brother became a person without hands?"
His carelessness is too easy to be careless, and people have to guard against it! At this moment, Ling Jingxuan couldn't help but wonder if he decided to approve the decision that he could go out to play. It really made him go around and drill, and the night city couldn't fly.
"Well, I don't touch, I will take a look."
"amount……"
The small group of people thought for a long time before they said innocently, and Ling Jingxuan suddenly filled the black line of the brain, feeling that he said so many white said? What he is afraid of is he looking good?
I don’t know how their family’s family will be so nervous. Ling Wen and others all have doubts. The other teenagers need not even say that the three hairs lying on the bed look back and forth, stuttering: No, it doesn't matter if you are Wang Hao, Xiaojun Wang wants to see it."
Of course, he just thought that he wouldn’t have a piece of meat, and he didn’t want to make the little prince of the chubby be sad.
"If you still want your arm, I advise you not to hold on to this idea, just-"
Said, Ling Jingxuan said the original thing, but the small group said that if you want to see if the wounds of the people are not strong, after listening to the whole room, the teenagers are all bad, San Maozi The pale face was even more bloodless, and the dry lips couldn’t keep shaking. For a long while, he said: "That, that’s it."
He also wants to keep his arm and kill the enemy!
"Ha ha..."
In the next second, the whole house burst into laughter, and Sanmao, who was not afraid of death, decided to be afraid of the white flesh and blood, very cute little king.