General, please be a loyal minister!

The killing of the day before had stopped, and flakes of snow began to float in the sky. If the cotton wool was scattered, it seemed that they were trying to cover up the scars on this land by this means.

In a snow field in the Yandang Mountains, a horse was quietly parked by the edge of the woods, with a figure in black lying down at its feet.

The woods and mountains are pitch black under the gray sky, and the snow is falling silently in front of this background...

After an unknown amount of time, Han Zhao, who was almost buried in the snow, was woken up by 1.0's anxious cry.

1.0 I was afraid that Han Zhaoruo would die in the snow if he fell into a coma again.

[Big... big, wake up! 】

The voice of 1.0 seemed to come from the distant sky. Han Zhao opened his eyes hazily, but couldn't feel the existence of his limbs.

He has suffered a lot of injuries, but why can't he feel pain?

It took a long time for Han Zhao to recover. He stood up from the snow, climbed onto the horse, lay down on the horse's back, and let his friend who he had known not long ago lead him forward.

Where should I go?Where can I go?

Han Zhao didn't know.

There is no place in this world where he came from, and no destination for him.

What else could he do now besides killing people?

There are still people whose names are not ticked in the life book: Xu Zhongyan, master.

If he could kill them, he would have fulfilled his wish.

[Big brother, don't go.Can't beat it. ] 1.0 heard Han Zhao muttering these two titles repeatedly, sensed his thoughts, and began to persuade him anxiously.

There are many hidden guards around Xu Zhongyan, and the master's identity is unknown now, and there is a boss around him who even Ji Liang dare not deal with. It's not like in Liangzhou where there are no masters. If you go there, you will die.

Han Zhao didn't respond to 1.0. Zhao Ji couldn't change what he decided, and neither could 1.0.

He now has only one life left, and this life can only do this.

Relying on the medicine in the system medicine bag, Han Zhao's injury did not deteriorate, and he began to recover soon.

With the determination to kill Xu Zhongyan, he headed towards Dongdu, turning a deaf ear to 1.0's persuasion along the way.

The news of Han Zhao's massacre of the Liangzhou aristocratic family leader spread quickly.

Every city they passed through was marked with a wanted warrant. The person who drew the picture might have seen Han Zhao before, and the portrait on it was not as abstract as the ones on the commonly seen wanted notice. On the contrary, it could be seen that Han Zhao elegant demeanor.

However, they didn't expect that Han Zhao now looks like a beggar in a panic, with an unshaven beard, hair like straw, and clothes like rags. Compared with this portrait, he now looks more like those abstract paintings.

On this day, Han Zhao passed by a city, which is at the junction of powers. It has suffered from wars all year round, management is chaotic, and refugees gather.

However, even in such a place, even in such a chaotic world, the streets and alleys under the winter night also reveal a bit of peace.

The refugees who wandered the streets for hundreds of days had already spent the night in sheltered places from the wind and snow, leaving behind a silent snow-covered street.

There was a faint warm light from a lantern at the corner of the street. There was a temporary porridge shed. Several men and women wearing similar styles of blue and white gowns were coming in and out, packing their things.

This is the attire of Xuanzong's doctor, and it is easy to be recognized everywhere.

A woman was standing under the hut with a baby in her arms, humming a lullaby in a low voice while shaking her body from side to side.

After a while, a girl came out of the room: "Senior Sister Lian, let me hug you."

The woman holding the child avoided the outstretched hand and shook her head: "You have been busy all day, go and have a rest."

The girl didn't force it either, she looked down at the sleeping baby in the swaddle, her eyes softened into water: "These days are in turmoil, what a pity for the child. This child was raised so well, I think he used to be from a wealthy family, but now he doesn't even I don’t know where to spend the night tomorrow night.”

Senior Sister Lian sighed: "In the precarious world, what's the use of being rich?"

Han Zhao, who was eating dry food by the side, paused when he heard their sighs, and then continued to eat in silence.

Xuanzong's girl caught a glimpse of Han Zhao sitting on the street, stopped the conversation with her senior sister, turned around and went into the house to pour a bowl of hot tea and walked towards Han Zhao.

The girl handed the tea to Han Zhao: "Brother, the porridge is gone, let's have a bowl of hot tea."

Han Zhao was stunned for a moment, and reached out to take the rough pottery bowl: "Thank you."

He has mixed feelings in his heart. Many years ago, he was helped by Sun Yao when he had nothing, and now he is favored by his disciples when he has nothing again. If there is a reincarnation in human affairs, it is full of ironic coincidences.

The girl didn't know the complicated thoughts in Han Zhao's heart. Hearing Han Zhao's thanks, she smiled slightly and said: "After drinking, return it in the shed. Brother can pick it up by himself. When the bowl is used up, just put it in the bucket. I'll go first." busy."

Han Zhao nodded: "Yes."

Just as the two of them finished talking, a young man ran out of the house and shouted, "Senior sisters, that old man is awake."

Hearing this, the girl left Han Zhao and hurried into the house.

This is a shop temporarily rented by Xuanzong. The door is open in two directions. The porridge is on one side, and the doctor is on the other.

At this time, the door to the side where the doctor is practicing has been closed, and the disciples in the room have not been idle, picking up medicine, pounding medicine, boiling medicine...

They are all preparing medicines for wind-cold diseases that are common in this season. There will be a large number of refugees coming for consultation tomorrow, and it will be too late to prepare all of them.

Because of the limited space, they do not keep patients in principle, but if some patients lose consciousness, they cannot throw them out.

Today they picked up an old man who was frozen and unconscious in the snow.

When the old man woke up, his first reaction was to look for something in a panic, and he kept yelling: "Young master! Young master!"

It wasn't until he saw the baby in the arms of the woman who rushed in that he felt relieved. He took the baby and thanked the doctors present.

The Senior Sister Lian asked, "The war is in chaos, why did the old man bring a child here?"

It is undoubtedly very difficult for such a combination to survive in troubled times.

The old man replied weakly: "Old slave... I was ordered by the young lady to bring the young master to find someone."

Sister Lian asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The old man replied, "Look for a man named Han Zhao."

If people in the world would think of Han Chongguang 100 years ago when they heard about Han Zhao ten days ago, then they will think of another person now.

A younger brother rushed to talk: "Is it the evil star who killed most of the powerful families in Liangzhou overnight?"

The old man was silent for a moment when he heard this statement, and then nodded.

Senior Sister Lian continued to ask, "Why is the old man looking for him?"

The old man: "Entrust the young master to him."

Entrusting a baby to a murderer?Are you crazy?Everyone present couldn't help being horrified, looked at each other, and found that others had the same idea as themselves.

Could it be—this is Han Zhao's son?

Everyone turned their attention back to the child, and they all felt that they had guessed right.

Outside, Han Zhao finished his dry food with tea. He put the empty bowl gently on the desk outside the house, picked up his gun, mounted his horse, and left.

He doesn't have the money to stay in a hotel, and now he needs to find a place to spend the night.

As a city that is often disturbed, there are still many abandoned houses and temples here.

Han Zhao found a ruined temple. When he arrived, many people had already gathered here, and they all looked at him when they came in.Han Zhao ignored these scrutiny, found a corner by himself, put the gun away, and sat down.

At this time, a person stood up from the crowd, carefully stepped over the lying people, and approached Han Zhao. He stopped five steps away from Han Zhao, and after looking carefully, he exclaimed: " Han Zhao? Is it really you?"

After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly covered his mouth.But it was too late, the exclamation fell into everyone's ears, and almost everyone in the temple looked towards this side.

Hearing someone call out his identity, Han Zhao looked up.

The person in front of him looked familiar, but Han Zhao couldn't recognize him. He called up the system panel and glanced: Lu Jia?

Han Zhao remembered that when they and Yu Wenxun went to Nanyue to rescue Liu Xuan, that unremarkable man in the team, he later provoked Yu Wenxun with Zheng Miao, after Zheng Miao was killed, he ran away with the Li brothers, and never appeared again .

I didn't expect to meet here today and be recognized by him.

Lu Jia didn't intend to expose Han Zhao's identity, but acted out of horror and surprise.

After being stared at by Han Zhao, his spine started to shiver. At this time, he was more worried about his own life than the bounty on Han Zhao's body. He quickly covered his mouth and stepped back.

Han Zhao is not in the mood to care about him now, and many people in the ruined temple look at him with eyes that are almost glowing.

Many people here are desperadoes, and the bounty on Han Zhao is enough for them to risk their lives.

Han Zhao lowered his eyes and lamented: I am so ignorant that I can't even tell whether it is a gold ingot or a death knife in front of me.

Still the same sentence: The one who can take Han Zhao to receive the reward has not yet been born.

In order to avoid hurting the rest of the innocent, Han Zhao picked up the gun and said, "Whoever wants to risk his life, come out." Then he strode out.

The streets this night are destined to be restless, running and chasing, fighting and screaming, scorching blood poured on the snow, dyeing patches of red brocade.

After finishing off the last person who provoked him, Han Zhao wiped his gun and left.

However, after walking for a while, Han Zhao heard the sound of running behind him again.

His footsteps are flimsy and his breath is unstable, so he is also trying to take his head?

Han Zhao turned around with killing intent, but saw a girl leaning on the wall and panting violently.

It was Xuanzong's doctor girl who gave him tea at the porridge shed just now.

Han Zhao restrained his killing intent, but did not let go of his vigilance.

After the girl calmed down a bit, she asked, "Are you Han Zhao?"

A refugee came to them for help just now, and mentioned Han Zhao's presence here. After hearing that, the old man insisted on coming out to find someone.

How could they put a frail old man at risk?So she and a junior came here, but the junior had already collapsed 100 meters away due to lack of exercise.

At this time, it was completely dark, and the girl's night vision was not as good as that of a martial artist, so she didn't recognize the person in front of her as the person she had helped outside the porridge shed in the evening.

She didn't dare to go forward, even though the old man repeatedly explained to them that Han Zhao was not a murderer, she still didn't dare to get close to this famous evil star, and only stood fifty steps away so that she could turn around and run away if something happened.

"Are you Han Zhao?" She thought Han Zhao didn't hear clearly, so she asked again.

After waiting for a long time, the figure standing in the shadow replied: "Yes."

The girl swallowed: "Can you come with me? Someone wants to see you."

Han Zhao's doubts were even worse.

Who wants to see him?See what he does?

Today's Han Zhao doesn't believe anyone.

"No." Han Zhao replied coldly, and turned around to leave.

"Hey!" The girl was in a hurry. She wanted to call Han Zhao but did not dare to catch up. "It's your son! An old man brought your son to you!"

Nonsense, when did he have a son?

Han Zhao felt that the girl was talking nonsense, so he disappeared into the night without turning his head.

Seeing Han Zhaoyuan go, the fear in the girl's heart turned into annoyance: "Who is it? He is so cold-blooded that he doesn't even want a son."

She didn't dare to chase after this evil star alone to ask for an explanation, so she began to worry about how to explain this matter to the old man when she went back.

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