The ghosts of the good-for-nothing miko

"General~"

She fluttered, knelt down on the ground, and crawled to reach the visitor's feet, hoping that he would stop and listen to her explanation.

"I, I was wrong General, I did it all for you, I did it all..."

The person who came was none other than Guiche. His hair, which was neatly tied together at the temples, was dancing in the air because of his anger just now. He ignored the snake demon and walked straight over to the snake demon, crushing the latter's fingers with his shoes. Chen stopped in front of him.

"You shouldn't be here!"

Jiang Chen didn't move. This sentence was not meant for him. As expected, the figure on the tree paused and wanted to say something, but it just turned into a cold snort.

Guiche turned his head and looked at Jiang Chen, whose blood was stained in white clothes, with a very distressed and loving expression on his face, and took off the medicinal wine he had brought with him from his waist.

This was given to him by Mirage on the battlefield back then. When he was seriously injured, he had finished drinking the medicinal wine given by his brother. Over the years, the wine pot was replenished again and again, and the wine inside was replenished again and again.

He cherishes this jug so much that he won't even touch it. He will only take it out when he encounters a seriously injured soldier.

Since leaving the battlefield, he has only left this wine bottle and a mottled armor.

"Chen'er, drink some quickly. The medicinal materials in this are all treasures from heaven and earth that I found."

The look was almost pleading.

A sad smile appeared on Jiang Chen's mouth, and he took the wine from the ghost driver, but did not drink it. The extremely high alcohol alcohol poured down on the bone-deep wounds on his shoulders, but the pain on these flesh and bones How could it compare to the pain he was feeling right now.

There were too many wounds on his body. After drinking a glass of wine, his whole body trembled. Blood flowed down his clothes and mixed with the rain, all over the ground, soaking his whole body. But he was as proud as a rock, standing still. fall.

Staring at the person in front of him tightly, his eyes turned red:

"General."

He recited it over and over again in a low voice, with an almost pathological madness:

"General."

"General."

"General."

Those sounds, no one the same, are the most sincere calls of the soldiers of the past.

Gui Che panicked after hearing this:

"Chen'er, there are some things that I really don't want. You... don't interfere anymore."

Zhu Yan, who had just been affected by the poisonous mist, was about to wake up at this moment. He blinked and saw this scene. He immediately regretted that he had woken up so unluckily. He knocked his head on the ground and passed out again.

The snake demon crawled over again, holding the ghost car's legs with both hands, crying so hard that the pear blossoms were raining.

She was too afraid, afraid that she would never have the chance to get close to the general again. She understood this man's hard-hearted heart best.

If he attacks someone he cares about, the outcome is already doomed as long as he is discovered.

"I'm just an ant. I'm willing to use my life to pay for it. I just hope the general won't be angry."

Every word of it was revealed, and even Jiang Chen shook his head and couldn't bear it.

After many years on the battlefield, how could he soften his heart because of this tenderness.

Guiche turned around, hit the woman on the back with a palm, and kicked her whole body. He raised his eyes and looked at the person who had returned to the tree again. His cold eyes were full of anger:

"I told you, don't touch him."

A heavy punch came through the air. His body was already withered, but even so, the black robe was shocked and he quickly blocked the punch with his hands in front of his chest.

It is conceivable what kind of strength General Gui Che must have been when he was young, and how he was able to achieve such a level of fear on the battlefield that he was well-deserved for the title of God of Slaughter.

"Cough cough!"

The black robe almost fell from the tree, but he finally managed to stabilize his body. A fishy smell surged up in his throat, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out. The leaves he touched immediately withered and turned yellow, losing their vitality.

"General Guiche, please take care of yourself."

After saying this, he turned around and flew away, as if he was afraid that this god of death would force him to stay forever in the next second.

Although Gui Che was old and at the end of his strength, he really didn't want to experience the power of this strong man anymore.

Gui Che's anger hadn't dissipated yet and he looked at Zhu Yan on the ground.

It was all because of this kid that we got into the current situation. He took out a flying blade from his sleeve and struck it out.

However, he was blocked by Jiang Chen, and the flying blade pierced into Jiang Chen's calf. He knelt heavily on one knee on the ground.

"Chen'er~"

Gui Che was startled and reached out to help him. Jiang Chen's eyes had become indifferent at this moment, looking at him as if he were looking at a stranger.

His hand stopped in the air:

"It seems that you have made up your mind to break up with me! Chen'er, you are too stubborn!"

"Father. Let me call you this for the last time. Father, you have been strict with me since I was a child, and your teachings still remind me. In the army, you asked me to call you general, saying that as a soldier, you are not strict. Regarding this relationship, you at that time were a role model to me, a role model, and the adoptive father I followed. Over the years, I have adhered to the teachings, and every one of them was what you had set in front of the soldiers. Do you want to take it back now?"

"Those are heinous sinners, I..."

Jiang Chen roared in pain:

"The Dharma is greater than everything else, have you forgotten?"

He gritted his teeth, pulled out the fragments from his body, supported his body with his will, and stood up.

"General, you are wrong!"

Gui Che raised his head, looked squarely at the full sun, pointed to the sky and asked:

"What can live as long as heaven? Chen'er, I want to see it."

"To live as long as heaven?"

"I'm not doing it for myself. On the battlefield, all the brothers left one by one. In this life, I have long stopped being greedy for life, but..."

His eyes suddenly became bright, and he excitedly stepped forward to hold Jiang Chen's hand:

"I really want to meet you and live the same life as Heaven. In my life, I have fought with others and myself, but what I want most is to fight with Heaven. Chen'er, do you know why I like you so much? "

Jiang Chen had never seen this kind of heat on Gui Che's face before. He had an impression of a general who was solemn and solemn, speaking his mind, and his stern eyebrows had never been so trembling.

He has never treated Jiang Chen the same way.

Therefore, his father asked him to recognize him as his adoptive father. He taught him well in martial arts and calligraphy.

When she was a child, little Chen'er had to stand in the ice and snow with the back of her hands swollen.

General Guiche was standing by, drinking wine and reading the military book.

But the moment he fell in the snow, he took him to find a military doctor.

At that time, Jiang Chen realized that instead of reading, he was always paying attention to himself.

Why like?

Jiang Chen took a step back, choked on the words in his mouth, and burst into tears.

"Chen'er, you are the only half-demon in this world. You are the resistance of this heaven and earth. Look, how important you are."

As he said this, he exerted force with his other hand, and a suction force sucked the woman embedded in the wall over.

"And they actually want to destroy you. It's really ridiculous."

The snake demon's eyes were already a little distracted due to serious injuries, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

There was a click.

She finally got her wish and died in the hands of the one she loved most.

The corpse was thrown away, and blood droplets splashed on Jiang Chen's face, like blooming red flowers. Most of his mask was broken, and the exposed skin was as white as snow. Such white paper and red spots were dazzling and seductive.