present to the lord

This is the first time Fan Haoran and Wuhuan face to face after this month.The young man was dressed gorgeously, his face was delicate and indistinguishable, and his eyes were cold with immature curiosity.

"Yo, what? Do you want to let me go?" He grinned and squinted. He was wearing a tattered black robe.Just finished a game, and there are still wet marks of sweat on it.

Wu Huan glanced at him several times, and finally settled on the black cloak on his body.He had noticed that the man had always had a new cloak every time he entered the corner cage, and even if he had not sent him clothes, he always had a new cloak.

"I won't let you go." There was a malicious light in his eyes, he was curious about this person, and there was always a thorn in his heart.He touched the left side of his cheek, his movements were a little delicate but he was beginning to show the air of a duke, "I want you to stay by my side all the time, and I will kill you when I get tired of it."

"You think I'm stupid?" He sneered, and looked at Wuhuan nonchalantly, "Boy, who do you think you are, I'll listen to you whatever you say?" He once again spat out the name he called Wuhuan three years ago, " Sure enough, your pattern is broken, and you can’t learn it after so many years.”

Anger flashed across Wu Huan's face, but after a while he smiled capriciously again, with the wit and joy of many years ago: "You are in my hands now." You can't run away.

The weather outside is cold and dry, the wind screams like ghosts crying and wolves howling, the place is dark, and the light lamps surround the hall, and the light is soft and intersected in the air. There are only two teenagers in the huge hall.One sits high on a golden chair, with an extravagant air.One stood in the center of the hall, in tattered clothes.

"You are so obsessed with me..." Fan Haoran suddenly said with a smile, his blue eyes were shining in the light, and he spoke surprisingly, "It can't be that you like me, kid."

Wu Huan almost fell off the domineering golden chair, her face turned blue: "What did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing." He half-closed his eyes as if he hadn't done anything, and said lazily, "I'm exhausted, I'll go back first." Before he left, he said again, "You are welcome to find me next time. I chat."

The frightened heart was healed by the last sentence again, Wu Huan thumped a chair with a sense of venting her anger, but she was thinking about the last sentence just now.

welcome?This is... like talking to me?

There was a hint of shyness and a hint of joy in my heart.

It has to be said that this little carrot-headed boy Wuhuan was still far behind, and the two sentences were settled.It can only be harmed by Fan Haoran's big pit.He wandered around the battlefield with his father since he was a child, he was used to being arrogant and indulgent, and he didn't have any children who could talk to him, let alone friends.Those on the battlefield were either enemies or his father's soldiers, and he was an extremely willful person. When he grew up, he met two children who were about his age.A boy, a girl.The boy was old-fashioned and eccentric, and he lied to him.The girl lied to him too.

It's just that Wuhuan doesn't hate the boy who told him: "I can lie to you, everyone can lie to you, you are too naive."Because when he grew up, he already understood that the man was just telling the truth, telling the truth that no one had ever told him.

Fan Haoran didn't know this, and it was already a month later when he met that arrogant brat Wu Huan again.

The war with Haitian has been stalemate, and it has been difficult to decide the winner for three years. The soldiers have been stationed in the northern border all year round. The severe cold weather is very bad. However, this time it was Haitian who took advantage of the cold rain to attack. Was caught off guard.

When Fan Haoran came out, the camp was already on fire, and he could smell the choking smoke and the darkness of death.

Wrapping the cloak tightly, he picked up a knife from the ground and held it in his left hand.The rain in the sky was fine and dense, very cold.He raised his hood to cover himself tightly, and walked quickly into the darkness.

When he found Wu Huan, he was bending over and running forward, his black clothes were covered with tight dark silver patterns, still very dignified and gorgeous.But his face was cold, expressionless, wet, and tears gleamed in his eyes.

Fan Haoran grabbed his wrist and dragged him to a hidden place.

"My father is dead." The boy in the voice-changing period said in a hoarse voice, as stiff as a rock.

Looking at the top of his head with his head down, Fan Haoran gently placed his palm on the wet place: "You are still alive. Boy, revenge is not something like you, like a lost dog."

Wu Huan covered his face, water drops slipped out between his fingers, and his shoulders shrugged slightly.It was the first time for this young man to taste such despair and pain. He was confused and hopeless, as if there was no light in the world, it was dark, it was so dark.

Fan Haoran made an unbearable expression, he has always been impatient and doesn't like children.But he stretched out his arms and hugged him, and pressed the tear-dropping head firmly against his chest.

"Why are you crying, you're useless." Even though he said that, he hugged the young man's hand even tighter.

Wu Huan suddenly reached out to grab his back and hugged him tightly, as if trying to strangle Fan Haoran's back with all his strength.He hugged the arms that were open to him, weeping and choking, sad and helpless.

When all the dust settled, the flames of war burned everything and turned it into fly ash.Those blood-soaked soldiers dragged their bodies full of scars, with cold blood dripping down from their iron armor, and they all sat powerlessly on the scorched earth of the camp.The heavy sadness spread silently, and they quietly restrained the dead comrades in arms. Those familiar faces are now dead, and all the past at this moment left only a cold corpse.

Wuhuan finally inherited the title.

Standing behind him is a teenager about his age, with a pair of silent eyes under the black cloak, these blue eyes have witnessed a child's growth overnight.The wash of death, the humiliation of defeat, everything here easily captured a young man's smile.He seemed to be able to hear the royal palace thousands of miles away drinking and having fun. They had delicious wine in the fairyland, graceful beauties, and their joyous singing seemed to be spread here.

Standing among the thousands of armies, Wu Huan, with shattered ice flowing in his silent eyes, said loudly to these defeated warriors: "From today on, I, Wu Huan, will lead you. What you lost now , I will get it back for you. We lost our territory, our general, and our comrades. In this battle, we lost everything. Look at you, the attitude of this lost dog, do you want to be like this forever? Such a disgrace, are you going to kneel in front of Haitian and beg for mercy?"

His voice resounded in the silent army, every word, every sentence, even a small tone was irritating, teasing those soldiers who were still immersed in grief.Their eyes were red, and their hands holding the spears trembled slightly.

"Tell me, are you going to roll back with your tail between your legs like dogs!" Wu Huan waved her hand and said sharply.

"No!" Wan Jun replied, the humiliation gushed out of his throat, shocking the world.

"Did you drop your weapons and beg for mercy on your knees?"

"No!"

"Very good." There was high anger and killing intent in his eyes, "Remember today's shame, hold your weapons tightly, and kill them all!"

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Since then, Wuhuan has formally commanded the entire army, and tens of thousands of people are in his hands.He was a young man who had not yet grown up, and the discipline in the army was strict. Although there were no major disturbances, some people were still dissatisfied.After all, no one would like to be bossed around by a child who doesn't understand anything.

However, it should be Wuhuan's life to be a duke. Since his father's death, his personality has become cold, cruel and unscrupulous, his immature methods have become more sophisticated and ruthless, and his prestige in the entire army has been rising day by day.

And Fan Haoran has been standing behind him, although he still looks like he does what he wants, but he also helps Wuhuan without saying a word. Originally, the relationship between the two was good. When the helper is weak, his quiet waiting and silent support are very precious in this place where there is only blood and fire.

"Congratulations, finally no one in this place dares to challenge you." Fan Haoran smiled frivolously, but spoke with sincerity.

Wu Huan was wiping the bloody dagger with a snow-white silk handkerchief. A year's time had made this delicate young man's appearance even more eye-catching.He didn't even look at the body dragged out by the guards, his voice was soft and slow, and a little immature: "Why not, aren't you still fighting against me all day long?"

Fan Haoran laughed, not at all scared by his words, instead he strode over and sat down beside him, pushing Wuhuan aside: "If I don't fight with you all day, you're bored to death, I But kind-hearted and kind, I am afraid that you will be smothered to death by yourself."

Wu Huan also pursed his lips and smiled silently, the light reflected from the dagger in his hand brightened his eyes, and there was some happiness in the beautiful eyes.He put the dagger back into its sheath, turned his head and looked at the young man with blue eyes, with some doubts and seriousness, but also with some unpredictable cruelty: "You will stay by my side forever."

That expression was so complicated that it was mixed with too many things, no 15-year-old boy would have such an expression.

Even Fan Haoran, who is extremely egotistical, can't help but feel a little guilty when he looks at him like that.He stretched out his hand and rubbed Wu Huan's short hair, squinting his eyes and smiling nonchalantly: "Don't act like an abandoned boudoir, do you think I don't even have a family? I have a younger sister .”

He still remembers that Qingcheng who had a stunning appearance but was cheated by Manshen. Although he is not a good person, but after all, that child was brought out by himself. If it wasn't for the system task, he would not have let others take it. Qingcheng was abducted from the warehouse, and when the next three years passed and the task was completed, he was going to get that girl out.

"Sister?" Wu Huan tilted his head, his shiny black hair fluttered slightly with his movements, the sunlight made his hair as beautiful as silk, "Are you going to find her? When." He used Those slightly upturned eyes looked at Fan Haoran, and a cold thought arose in his heart.

How could Fan Haoran not know what he was thinking, and jumped over with his finger to strike a red mark between his eyebrows: "There are still three or four years, wait until you are older."

Wuhuan pulled her face down completely, all kinds of dark thoughts were churning in her heart, and her desire to keep this person became stronger and stronger.

Fan Haoran stretched out his hands and pinched his face as if teasing him, his skin was smooth and soft, and it looked better than a woman's.He pulled Wu Huan's face towards himself: "It's not like I'll never see that pitiful expression again. What are you thinking? Why don't you think that I will come back to you when I find my sister?"

"Really?" Wu Huan's heart was slightly appeased, but she was still gloomy. When she thought that this person would leave him, she felt like doing something, locking this person by her side forcefully.

"Nonsense." Fan Haoran sneered, but there was some gentle warmth on his face.