The Little Tailor and the Great Warlord

109.

He had just returned from a stroll around the Palace of the King of Hades, and the little warlord was still very weak.

After all the fuss, I was really tired.

His eyelids were uncontrollably drawn down, and he couldn't lift his spirits up. The little tailor thought he was sleepy, so he persuaded him to go to bed and rest.

The little warlord naturally complied.

110.

Logically speaking, he didn't dare to let the little tailor know that he was injured, so he should hurry up and leave at this time.

But it was strange, as soon as he thought that the little tailor was not around, he began to panic, a star was hanging, and he was not stable at all.

Thinking that this might be the last few days of his life, he simply let go of himself: "Why don't you sleep together?"

After he finished speaking, he regretted it and quickly shut his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the scolding he thought didn't come, the little tailor actually let out a "huh", and without saying a word, lifted the quilt and lay down.

111.

The haunting breath lingered on the tip of his nose. This night, the little warlord slept with a smile on his face. He slept very soundly. He felt that it would be worth it if he fell asleep like this.

But the little tailor who was embraced by him was not so comfortable.

Although there was a mixture of sweat and blood, the little tailor didn't find it unpleasant.

It's just that the body of the person behind is hot, and the part that sticks to him is like a soldering iron, and the flesh on it is about to melt.

It was hot and itchy like a bug was crawling.

112.

And the most important thing is, the thing that is usually placed on the left is now... right upright.

113.

The health foundation is good, and the little warlord who has been injured for two days is gradually recovering.

Maybe it was really broken, he chose to follow his own thoughts and enjoyed the last sweet time.

But getting along day and night also has its disadvantages, and the fact that he has to avoid the little tailor every time he changes the dressing makes him worry.

For the first time, the little tailor was unwilling to leave no matter what, he had to watch to feel at ease.

But how dare he let the other party know about his wound pierced by bullets.

After struggling for a long time, the little tailor finally became popular.

114.

"Are you a big girl or something? I'll just take a look, and I won't do anything to you?" The little tailor was actually a little skeptical. There were wars all the way here, and he still has lingering fears.

Although the little warlord didn't seem to have suffered much injury, what about the place where he was covering it?

The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, the little tailor began to pick up his clothes cruelly: "Let go, let go, I'll give you medicine!"

"No, I won't, I won't!" The little warlord was also in a hurry, grabbing the quilt and clothes.

115.

The way the little tailor picks up people's clothes looks like a bully who persecutes a woman from a good family, a son of a good family who is wronged by a small warlord.

Seeing that her "innocence" was about to be destroyed, the woman from a good family finally became anxious: "I, I, I... only my future daughter-in-law can see my body, you, you, you, you have to be responsible for seeing it!"

"Responsible is responsible, I have already said that I will depend on you!" The little tailor didn't even figure out the meaning of being responsible, so he subconsciously replied.

Now, both of them were stunned.

116.

The little tailor was silent for a long time, and at last there was nothing to do, so he stammered and explained: "Then what... I didn't mean that, you are my brother-in-law, what about me, I can't be sorry for my sister."

This explanation seems to have no explanation, but it is trying to cover up.

The little warlord laughed twice, his face full of uncontrollable joy: "I remember it all, brother-in-law."

What he said was sincere, and the little tailor who provoked him forgot how to refute, so he had to let go of his hands and ran away in a hurry.

117.

The little warlord looked at the back of his brother-in-law running away, and his heart was as sweet as eating honey.

If time could just stop like this, he felt that there was nothing wrong with living in this square inch for the rest of his life.

It's a pity that it was always just wishful thinking and fantasy. Three days later, the artillery fire finally hit the place where they were hiding.

118.

The little tailor was crushed under the body in a daze. His first reaction was—that stinky and shameless little warlord dared to rebel?

But then he realized something was wrong after his mouth was covered.

They were hiding in a cellar, which the little warlord found after searching the whole village.

Few people in the south dug this kind of storage room, so people who searched for them never found it.

But now apparently something has been discovered.

119.

The little tailor blinked his eyes twice, looked over, and wanted to say something through his eyes.

Although it was not the time to be emotional, the little warlord was a little flustered by his two gazes, and his palms felt hot and numb from the warm lips and tongue.

Moving up the hand covering his mouth, the crow-feather-long eyelashes slapped his heart itchy again.

He went to the doctor in a hurry, the little warlord simply posted it, leaned into the little tailor's ear and said, "Don't worry, it's fine, I'm here, don't worry..."

120.

The little tailor was not actually afraid, he just wanted to ask what they should do next.

But the two of them were still a little short of a tacit understanding, so they misunderstood his original intention.

But these comforting words seemed to pluck the string in his heart, shaking his soul.

After licking his somewhat dry lips, he raised his head and whispered to the little warlord's ear, "Okay, but you are not allowed to leave me behind."

121.

The hot air sprayed around the ear, causing a numbness, and the little warlord was shocked.

After looking at the little tailor's water-colored eyes in the dark for a long time, he whispered: "No, how dare I leave my brother-in-law behind."

122.

The ghosts who were speaking chirping and could not understand foreign languages ​​were gradually approaching, even though they had been mentally prepared, the little warlord was still a little flustered.

Holding the little tailor in his arms, the little warlord said in a low voice, "Let's rush out when they don't pay attention, you take this."

The small warlord empire has a Mauser M1896 automatic pistol. When he first entered the city, several warlords on top of him specially gave it to win him over.

But at this time, he handed it over to the little tailor without hesitation.

123.

"You..." The little tailor felt startled when he touched the iron lump on his hand, and almost yelled. After missing half a sound, he quickly covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "What are you doing? I know how to use it, it’s too dangerous to throw it at me.”

With that said, he was about to return the gun to the little warlord.

But the little warlord exerted great force on his hands, and his arms were tightly bound. He couldn't move an inch, and he could only feel a hand in the darkness.

"Don't move." The little warlord was a little out of breath, and the part where the wound was pressed hurt a little, but he didn't want to let go.

The time to hug his brother-in-law so unscrupulously is running out. If he didn't break through this time, he would at least have some thoughts before he died.

There was no meat, at least the broth was a little stained.

124.

"This thing is very simple, and now you can hit it by pressing it at this position." The little warlord clasped the little tailor's finger, and pressed it lightly, but it didn't end: "If anyone dares to approach you at that time, you can aim at it." A gunshot to his head made a 'bang' sound, just like a watermelon, and he was dead."

The little warlord got his finger stuck on the trigger and pressed it: "Understood?"

His voice was low, close to the little tailor's ear, so gentle, so tender and so... reluctant.

125.

"Understood, I understand..." The little tailor couldn't help blushing. Fortunately, there was no light that could not be seen, otherwise he would have been laughed to death.

"Okay, you wait and follow Jun Erwa behind, let's go out first." Jun Erwa is the guy who sent the little tailor (the only character with a name in this article (⁄“⁄))

"No, I want to be with you." The little tailor quit. He felt that the little warlord was trying to trick him.

"I brought a few people to open the way, and I want to protect you with us. You want to kill me?!" The little warlord knew that what he said was serious, but he couldn't help it.

To open the way, the advance team said it nicely, but in fact they were sent to die.

It's okay to attract people, but if you can't attract them, isn't it just a gun?

126.

Hearing that the little warlord was going to be killed, the little tailor hesitated.

He is not afraid of death. When the small town was attacked by artillery fire, there were corpses everywhere, so he can be regarded as crawling out of the pile of corpses.

But he was afraid that the little warlord would leave him when he left. He finally found someone he could rely on and care about, and he didn't want to lose him again.

After thinking about it for a while, the little tailor finally made up his mind: "Then you promise me, you must come back to us. If, if you don't come, I will marry my sister to you." other people!"

The little warlord was finally relieved after getting the promise, but when he heard the last sentence, he didn't know why, and his nose turned sore.

Rubbing on the little tailor's back, he held his voice and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep my word. Just wait for the big red sedan chair and send my sister in."

After all, the little warlord didn't miss it any more, Chaojun Erwa gave him a wink, and followed the others to hide at the exit of the cellar.

127.

The little tailor was locked behind, his wide eyes did not blink for fear of missing the action of the person not far away.

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong smashing above his head, he was getting louder and closer, his heart was pounding like it was about to jump out of his throat accidentally.

At this moment, the little warlord lifted the lid of the cellar with a strong hand.

It was originally a storage cellar, so the entrance was naturally not that big, and the current opening was enlarged for the convenience of hiding.

128.

But it was also the little warlord's luck, not to mention the surprise victory, which happened to overturn the man who was on the board with his foot. He heard a "bang" and the man fell on his back and passed out instantly.

That person was also unlucky, and when the little warlord jumped out again, he just stepped on that person's crotch.

Although he didn't hear the sound, seeing the man still frowning in a coma, the pain... even a man can feel the same.

But the little warlord didn't dare to delay. Hearing the commotion inside, there was a commotion outside. After a few babbles in Japanese, a round iron ball with green smoke flew in, rolled along and just landed on them. After coming out, it was on the baffle of the cellar entrance that Jun Erwa had specially closed.

The author has something to say:

Just stuck here, anxious to death, hum! !