Wei Yangmou

I don't know anything about the knot in my heart that I unintentionally untied. I was woken up by the sound of the horn in the morning. I completely forgot that I came in in the middle of the night and was caught by someone. I hugged the quilt in a daze Huddled on the couch, wondering where he is.

After leading the soldiers to practice morning exercises, he came back with breakfast. He looked at him with a blank face for a while, and then suddenly said "ah", scratched his head, pointed at himself innocently and said, "I haven't washed yet."

Such a rough guy obviously wouldn't have thought of this in advance, so he paused before responding, and put the breakfast in his hand on the low table: "You put on your clothes first, and I'll get you water. "

Feeling embarrassed, he scratched his head and thanked him in a low voice. He looked like a shy child, he smiled very kindly, and held back a shiver in his body. When he walked out, he trembled violently one time.

He touched his arm and muttered, "Why is the smile so pervasive, goose bumps all over the floor."

He came back quickly with a bucket of water. There are all old men here, and they are usually not particular about it.

What's more, it's not freezing cold, the water is naturally cold water, freshly drawn from the well, after washing my face, I immediately feel refreshed.

Seeing him trembling, he smiled helplessly: "How cold can it be? A man can't be so delicate."

Somewhat dissatisfied, he turned around and wanted to reason with him. In a blink of an eye, what he saw was the man's very muscular upper body, with well-defined muscles and smooth lines. He suddenly forgot what he was going to say just now, and his eyes were full of envy and [-] points appreciate.

He couldn't help but poked his stomach, it was soft and thin, and he looked like a boy next to him, no matter how he looked at it, he felt unreliable, he made a "hum", and decided in his heart that he would Practice with them, and sooner or later I can develop such good-looking muscles.

He raised his arm secretly, thinking, maybe he can reach the level of running a horse with his arms, and then he must show his arms and do a good turn around in front of him.

That's the way men should be.

He took off his sweat-soaked robe, pulled out a package from the couch, turned over a clean dress, and put it on casually, without even the sleeves, and put on a living pose that still holds a pipa half-hidden. It's a pity that the other person present only cared about his own imagination and didn't take a closer look.

In order to do what he does, he opened his stomach and ate desperately, but compared to the bowl of rice that was as big as a basin, what he ate was like a chicken pecking at rice.

Inherent conditions are limited, even if you are already fed up, you are still ruthlessly ridiculed by the host. Maybe the other party does not mean this, but the understatement: "No wonder you are so thin, you should eat more, don't be picky eaters."

Almost choked to death by his words, the breath was blocked in his chest, and finally he couldn't hold any more food, poked angrily at the remaining half bowl in the bowl, stared at the few pickles in front of him, and silently shipped it. Luck, no matter what, I have to eat all of these.

But his stomach was protesting, and he almost vomited, a sour gas came up from his throat, and he almost vomited, how could he dare to force it, he put down his chopsticks, thinking, there are so many disaster victims out there who have to eat to eat. Desperate, but I am so grandiose leftovers, isn't it too much...

He was so lost in thought that he stretched out his hand over without paying attention, took away the half bowl of rice that had been poked beyond recognition, poured it into his own rice bowl, opened his mouth, and ate half of it.

When he came back to his senses, he poked twice subconsciously, but only hit the bottom of a bowl with a crisp sound. He froze for a moment and looked down. Although there were still a few grains of rice stuck to it, the rice was gone.

He was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, could it be that my desire to eat was so strong that I cleaned up the rest unconsciously?

He was so amused by his own thoughts that he wanted to laugh, the corners of his mouth were about to twitch, when he suddenly heard something--in fact, he was teaching himself a lesson.

"Just eat well when you eat, what are you poking with chopsticks?"

After a daze, he turned his head to look at him. In the very wide rice bowl of the other party, there were only one or two mouthfuls of rice left, and on the rice, there were some holes that seemed to be poked by his chopsticks.

"You, you... eat my leftovers, eat?"

I was stunned for a while, and I didn't know what I was so confused about, but when I saw that he nodded calmly, he blushed for no reason.

He didn't notice it himself, raised his hands and rubbed them together, and put on a calm look: "Thank you, General, for not giving up. Well, how about I train with you?"

He paused with his chopsticks, and examined his small body, which seemed to be looking up and down.

Obviously the other party didn't say anything, but it was a pity that the reason was unknown from the other party's line of sight.

With a "thump" in his heart, he asked in a bad tone, "Aren't you going to refuse?"

Shaking his head: "Your life is in your life. Although it is practice, the sword has no eyes. I am afraid that you will be injured, so it is not easy to explain to His Highness."

Frustrated by the righteous reasons for rejection, he let out a dejected "Oh" and moved his hands, wanting to pat his head.

But in the end I held back, thought for a while, and still felt that it was not good to just interrupt a man's desire to become stronger, even though it was very slim.

"My husband is in the beginning of martial arts. If you are interested, you can communicate with him as much as possible. Most of the people who are directly under the control of physical fitness start from the basics. Although you are old and your husband..."

He waved his hands again and again, he couldn't afford to lose this man, he was older than Mrs. Wei, and a generation behind, where did he come from to practice martial arts with a few children.

The words were really unpleasant, and I was afraid that I would be angry with him, so I couldn't help but punch him.

Of course, he also knew that if he punched with all his strength, he might not be able to do anything to others, but he was afraid that he would beat himself if he didn't pay attention for a while.

Take a few deep breaths: "Okay, then I'll go shopping, general, you should hurry up and train!"

He said these words almost word for word, with a taste of gnashing of teeth between the lines.

After he finished speaking, he didn't even have time to react, so he stood up and walked out, which seemed a bit like running away in a hurry.

Looking at his back, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. This kid is obviously not very old, but he just likes to pretend to be old. When he saw it, he couldn't help but tease him, but this time, he seemed to be teasing him too much. up...

Just as he was thinking about it, he sneaked in again unexpectedly, and said with a cold face and a stiff tone: "The three young masters of the family have all been sent to the palace by me, you don't have to worry about it anymore."

After speaking, he closed the tent and disappeared in a flash.

Laughing, what was in his mind was that this child was much more teasing than he seemed.

This relaxed mood didn't last long. Just as I finished eating the rice in the bowl, a warning horn sounded outside.

This is the first time since facing the mob. Could it be that they want to attack?

Thinking of the purpose, he suddenly trembled in his heart, not daring to take it lightly. The guilt and sympathy he had for these mobs were deeply buried in his heart. He put on his armor with a cold face, and as soon as he opened the tent, I saw the two deputy generals and the three Zhonglang generals waiting outside.

"General, the disaster victims suddenly attacked the east side of our camp, and they seemed to break out of the encirclement and go away for chaos in Jiaodong."

The deputy general who spoke was Li Cheng, a bandit who was recruited together with Liu Meng. Originally, he and Liu Meng were both under orders, but this time they came by air, fearing that he could not be suppressed, they photographed Li Cheng to come to help.

"Let's go and have a look."

Gripping the sword around his waist tightly, the role of these disaster victims is far from being buried here, and the court's will has not been fulfilled.

They can't disappear, but there is a completely different difference between disunity and prohibition. I'm afraid that one of these victims will really win the hearts of the people.

He wasn't afraid of fighting tough battles, and he was absolutely confident that he could win, but such a sacrifice was completely unnecessary, as it was intended for him in the first place.

Although killing is inevitable, as many as possible can be left behind, after all, there is a shortage of labor everywhere in Jiaodong.

Even though surviving may not be better than dying, I don't want to really slaughter tens of thousands of people under the knife - the smell of blood is always better.

But now, the situation is completely different. What kind of character can stop a group of disaster victims who have nothing and are not afraid of blood?

Under such circumstances, even if the crisis from Chang'an can be passed safely, will the remaining victims really be able to stay?

At this moment, Li raised the idea of ​​killing all of them.

However, he wasn't the general who got used to blood a few years later and his breath smelled fishy. He had never been able to bear so many lives, so he was frightened by himself as soon as the idea came out. .

After being frightened, he couldn't help but still think about it, if this is the case, instead of feeding tigers into trouble, should he really be an executioner and kill these people...

His brain was in a state of chaos, and he couldn't understand his own thoughts at all. He was afraid that his judgment would be wrong and so many people's lives would be lost innocently.

But he was even more afraid of the benevolence of his own wife, that one day Liu Che would suffer disaster because of today's benevolence, and make the entire Jiaodong, hundreds of thousands of people, become fish and meat at the mercy of others.

His hands trembled slightly, but the light in his eyes became more and more indifferent. He stared blankly at the tens of thousands of disaster victims, unarmed, but fearless of death.

The ground was already covered with thick blood, mixed with corpses, but the other party didn't care about it. They raised their feet and didn't care whether they stepped on their companions or whether they were stained with their blood.

Suddenly, he seemed to see that large piece of flesh and blood seeping into the ground, and then white flowers with sharp teeth grew out.

He trembled, his heart faintly chilled, but he knew that this result was inevitable.

"Everyone will obey..."

He raised the long sword in his hand high, and the sharp tip of the sword reflected a cold light in the sun.

He saw Han Jin beside him stumbling towards him, and he knew in his heart that the people from Chang'an have arrived...

He didn't look up, and didn't even confirm the news. The long sword slanted from his hand, and he heard his voice without the slightest warmth, uttering three words very clearly.

"Kill without mercy!"