The general's favorite husband's daily life

The picture of the virtual image disappeared after Zhuang Yu and the national teacher returned to Annan and proclaimed themselves emperor.The picture dissipated like smoke, and finally returned to the golden ginkgo forest that filled the sky.

This... is gone? ! !

He Jiangchu was still sitting upright at first, intending to take a serious look at the entanglements between the national teacher and Zhuang Li, and his mentality was a bit similar to that of a village woman who was keen to discuss the family's shortcomings.

Who knew it would just disappear.It was quite depressed for a while.

Zhuang Li took a sip of the wine and didn't react much, as if he was reading someone else's story.

He Jiangchu smiled and said, "I really didn't see it, you are quite cold-blooded. You can really go back and be King Annan after losing all your soldiers."

There are also differences between generals and generals.He Jiangchu would definitely not be able to do this.

Zhuang Li opened his mouth like an old senior, and said, "Haven't you heard my life comment? - There is no place to live, no place to return to death. How human can you think of a person like me? Don't treat me casually. Can others have fantasies?"

He Jiang said clearly, "Your grave is pretty good, who said 'no return'?"

Zhuang Li said, "My dear grandson, you talk so much, you can easily be beaten to death."

He Jiangchu didn't take it seriously, thinking that there are too many people who want to kill me.

While he was slandering and wandering, he suddenly felt a vague discomfort in his wrist. He couldn't tell if it was pain or itching.

He Jiangchu looked at the bruises on his fingers, and suddenly remembered that he had watched Bai Wuyi pull his wrist and cut himself.

Zhuang Di also saw He Jiangchu's wrist and said, "It seems that you are going back soon."

He Jiangchu frowned, not knowing what he was thinking of.

But He Jiangchu did feel that his body had become heavier.All kinds of discomforts on my body before are slowly coming back, the sword wounds on my body, the meridians that seem to be torn, the stagnant chest, the weak limbs...

He vaguely seemed to hear something Zhuang Po said to him, and He Jiangchu tried his best to grasp the words that the man uttered.But the pain in his body gradually became clear, but the voice was slowly dissipating. His voice was like quicksand passing through his fingers, unable to grasp any words at all.

When the voice could not be found at all, He Jiangchu endured the pain all over his body and opened his eyes, and saw Bai Wuyi sitting beside him.

Bai Wuyi also saw He Jiangchu wake up, so he moved closer and asked, "How do you feel?"

He Jiangchu: "...it hurts."

Bai Wuyi said, "It's fine if you can still feel the pain."

Bai Wuyi was afraid that He Jiangchu would say to him again, "I don't feel it, I think I'm fine everywhere".

He Jiangchu raised his wrist and took a look at himself, there was a circle of bruises, which was now being wrapped in cloth by Bai Wuyi.

He Jiangchu originally felt that the virtual image was a lie, but the co-author was stabbed by this child.

Bai Wuyi also saw his actions, so he didn't explain much, he just explained concisely, "Put the poison in."

He Jiangchu: "...cutting the wrists and poisoning?"

Baby, do you want to murder your husband? ...Ah bah, father!

Bai Wuyi said, "If you don't put poison, you can still wake up."

He Jiangchu: "Living baby, aren't you afraid that the poison will also drain my blood?"

Bai Wuyi said coldly, "What, are you afraid of death?"

He Jiangchu was as good as he was good, and said leisurely, "You are not afraid of my death, and I am not afraid of death."

Bai Wuyi was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

He Jiangchu: "Whether I'm afraid of death or not depends on your willingness to part with it."

He Jiangchu didn't realize what he said at all, and he was still talking there while thinking about his own affairs.

After a while, He Jiangchu suddenly said, "What, do you still want to know Zhuang Po's story?"

Bai Wuyi didn't know why He Jiangchu suddenly brought up this matter again.But he still said indifferently as before, "I don't want to know."

He Jiangchu nodded in approval, "Okay, very good. I also think it's not appropriate to tell such a bloody story to a child. It's not good for your growth."

Bai Wuyi: "..."

He Jiangchu lay down on the ground after playing with his mouth, and originally planned to lie down quietly for a while, rest a little, and raise him.

As a result, after lying down, he turned his head and saw Bai Wuyi beside him, cutting his good palm with the black cat knife.

He Jiangchu saw the pain in his flesh, and couldn't help but said, "Living baby, why don't you give me back that little black cat."

Bai Wuyi didn't lift his head.

He Jiangchu then said earnestly, "Look at how long this cat has been in your hands. It has been stained with your blood and mine, and it is still being skinned by you."

When Bai Wuyi heard He Jiangchu say "peeling", he subconsciously paused.These two words always feel like pain in the flesh, and Bai Wuyi has already cut a hole in the skin with a thin-bladed knife. Hearing this makes him feel even more uncomfortable.

But I don't know what the reason is, and I don't really want to explain it to this person. I just cut the skin open, and then I saw black blood flowing out of that thin line.

He Jiangchu was stunned.The blood was exactly the same as the poisonous blood on He Jiangchu's wrist.

He Jiangchu: "Why are you also poisoned?"