It doesn't matter if the hero has tears

The author has something to say: Both of them left the Escort period, and it is still an incomplete passage

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(Zhuo Donglai leaves the Escort and finds Sima Chaoqun. Sima Chaoqun can't face it for a while and wants to get rid of it)

"What are you doing with me?"

"I have nowhere to go." Where is my hometown without you.

Sima Chaoqun whipped his horse fast, and went straight ahead aimlessly, except for forced stops along the way, he kept on non-stop, drinking a few sips of water and chewing a few dry food on the horse's back when he was thirsty or hungry.He wanted to use this to express his determination to part ways with Zhuo Donglai, so as to make Zhuo Donglai retreat in spite of the difficulties, and he didn't even look at Zhuo Donglai along the way.However, Zhuo Donglai still followed behind unswervingly.In this way, the two ran away for three days and three nights.

When Sima Chaoqun came back from drinking horses by the river, he found Zhuo Donglai, who had always been very particular, slumped on the ground with his back leaning against a big rock.Originally, anyone who has been traveling for three days without sleep or rest, will not have any image at all.The luxurious purple robe on his body has been covered with dust and is no longer shiny, and the meticulously tied hair on his head has also been scattered and messy on his shoulders.He is now in a disheveled state, and no one can imagine that Zi Qi Donglai and Zhuo Donglai will look like this one day.

The more Sima Chaoqun looked at Zhuo Donglai, the worse his mood became.Zhuo Donglai, Zhuo Donglai shouldn't be like this.

Zhuo Donglai met Sima's gaze and smiled: "Sima, I'm afraid I will fall before your horse."

"What nonsense!"

Zhuo Donglai explained weakly: "When I left the Escort, I didn't bring anything except a little silver. I've been on the road for the past few days, and I have nowhere to buy food and drink in the wilderness."

Sima Chaoqun's face turned pale: "You!" Only then did he notice Zhuo Donglai's blue face and chapped lips, his heart seemed to be hit hard with a big hammer.He left without looking back.

Zhuo Donglai continued to close his eyes, when suddenly he was hit hard in his arms, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out to be a water bag that had been refilled with clean water.He raised his head and took a few sips, the sweet mountain spring water entered his stomach and heart.Zhuo Donglai looked at Sima Chaoqun who was picking up a hare without saying a word, and smiled.

The Persian scimitar in Sima Chaoqun's hand was inlaid with jasper. It was only used to cut his favorite veal loin, and it would be wiped bright with a soft silk towel every time it was used up.Now, he used this knife to disembowel the hare he caught just now without hesitation.

Sima Chaoqun himself didn't know why he took this knife alone when he left the Escort without any other belongings.Although this knife cuts iron like mud, it is too small, unlike the heavy sword or short sword he used before.However, a knife is a knife, and in Sima Chaoqun's hands, it is a knife that can kill people.Now, he slaughtered a rabbit with this knife, and then skewered the skinned and cleaned rabbit on a thin bamboo pole and roasted it sizzling.

Zhuo Donglai sat next to Sima Chaoqun, smelling the smell of meat, he felt hungry.

Sima Chaoqun glanced at Zhuo Donglai, and actually wanted to ask him if he made himself so miserable on purpose to soften his heart, but when he heard his stomach growl, he swallowed the words back.

"Sima, do I have a share of this rabbit?"

Sima Chaoqun didn't answer, a cold light flashed, the scimitar in his hand flew out, split the rabbit in half, and walked away with his own half, not caring that the remaining half was about to fall into the fire.

Zhuo Donglai sighed helplessly, and scooped up his food with quick eyes and hands.

After that, Sima Chaoqun no longer said anything to make Zhuo Donglai leave, and he no longer kept running around like a rabbit being chased by a group of wild dogs, and he could walk with Zhuo Donglai in the bridle.

Sima Chaoqun didn't know where he wanted to go, but he stayed in Chang'an for a long time, so let's go south to see the southern scenery that is completely different from the northern scenery.

When they met a tea shed on the road, the two of them took a rest when they should.

Zhuo Donglai sat down beside Sima Chaoqun, picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Sima first, then poured himself a cup, and drank the tea slowly, his movements were smooth and elegant as always.

In contrast, Sima Chaoqun didn't attach as much importance to his own image as Zhuo Donglai did according to his personality, so he casually wore coarse clothes, tied his long black hair casually, and sat casually at a crude tea stall. At the table, casually drinking tea with few tea stems.

Sima Chaoqun looked up and down Zhuo Donglai, who was sitting calmly drinking tea as if he was drinking a fine wine. Inexplicably, he remembered Ziqi Donglai, who was always purple and always purple, whether it was the room or the clothes, Even the occasional snacks with wine should be served on a good amethyst plate.Looking at Zhuo Donglai who was now dressed in coarse clothes, he was inexplicably relieved: finally he was no longer dressed in purple.Then he said something inexplicably.

"Don't wear purple anymore?"

The corners of Zhuo Donglai's mouth turned up: "Don't drink anymore?"

The two couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled, and the awkward atmosphere of the past few days finally began to dissipate.

Sima Chaoqun turned to greet the owner of the tea stall to order some food.

Zhuo Donglai stared at his profile, moved his fingers slightly, resisting the urge to straighten his messy hair at the sideburns.He kind of misses the puppet little Sima who he once let him dress up a little bit. Sima who is so casual now is really wasting his good looks.Zhuo Donglai thought about it for a moment, but he didn't think about it afterwards, after all, the living Sima Chaoqun in front of him was the most important thing.

Hulala rushed into a group of people, and as soon as the leader's big man lifted his chin, other customers who rushed forward to the tea stall gave up their seats.

Sima Chaoqun, who was affected, smiled, patted Zhuo Donglai on the shoulder, and moved to a corner with food and a teapot.Although the group of people didn't talk loudly, they listened to every detail in front of the two people with extraordinary hearing.It turned out that it was a gang of thieves who kidnapped the daughter of a rich family, wanted to extort a sum of money, and even wanted to spoil the girl to become the wife of the village.

Sima Chaoqun frowned, he glanced at Zhuo Donglai, Zhuo Donglai nodded knowingly.The two followed the gang of thieves all the way until they occupied a small farmyard to rest, and they just happened to start.If they waited until they returned to some kind of stronghold before attacking, I'm afraid they would be numerous. Now there are only a dozen or so people, and with the martial arts of Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai, it is naturally no problem.

Zhuo Donglai first found the farmers who were tied up in the backyard, and released them to report to the officials.When he came back, he found Sima Chaoqun who was still observing the situation in the dark, and called out "Sima" in a low voice.

Just as Sima Chaoqun turned his head, Zhuo Donglai's paws patted his face and fumbled wildly.Before he opened his mouth, Zhuo Donglai had already opened his mouth.

"Ash from the bottom of the pot."

He wanted to ask why you didn't paint, but Zhuo Donglai pushed him away.

"Here I leave it to you, I will go find the girl who was tied up."

This arrangement was exactly what Sima Chaoqun wanted. He was worried that Zhuo Donglai would attack these thieves too hard, so he jumped out.

Zhuo Dong came to search for the imprisoned meat ticket, and when he found the weeping and charming lady and the little girl beside her, he untied them expressionlessly from beginning to end and stuffed them into a certain room, leaving only The two cold words "wait".Sure enough, it is really wise not to let Sima perform this kind of "hero saving the beauty" drama.

When Zhuo Dong came to find Sima Chaoqun, there were already thieves lying on the floor in disorder in the farmyard.He immediately walked to Sima's side and asked, "Are you injured?"

Sima Chaoqun looked around the ground and laughed, "It's fun." Although it was inevitable that he had been punched a few times, he was one against ten, and this fight was really fun.

Zhuo Donglai glanced at the people lying on the ground in the shape of corpses, and could tell that Sima was not relentless in his attack. However, compared to falling into his hands, these thieves are now lying in the corpses, and they will get up and live for another ten or eight years. Years is absolutely fine.

The two waited for the officers and soldiers who suppressed the bandits to show up, and then left quietly.

There are many heroes in Chang'an.

There are so many beauties in Jiangnan.

In a place far away from the south of the Yangtze River, there is a small inn standing alone. The proprietress in the small inn is undoubtedly a beauty that ordinary people can't take their eyes off.

Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai are not ordinary people.

They didn't want to enter this weird inn, but they really needed to supplement their diet, so they came in anyway.As soon as they saw the proprietress, they immediately thought of Honghuaji and the Fusang Inn in Honghuaji.

People who can manage to go to an inn in this kind of place are also not ordinary people.

So, the proprietress drugged Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai.

Thus, Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai were drugged by the proprietress.

The proprietress touched this and that, and she clicked her tongue.It's rare to see such a high-quality product, chopping it into bun stuffing with a knife, it's a waste of these two faces.

"Woman, if you touch me again, I'll chop it up! If you don't see the little boy, I won't be able to move my legs!"

A ferocious butcher rushed out from the backyard, carrying a meat chopping axe, and smashed the table where the two were lying on their stomachs.

Now, Sima Chaoqun and Zhuo Donglai couldn't wake up.

Before the proprietress and his dead ghost butcher came back to their senses, Zhuo Donglai pulled out the dagger that cut off Die Wu's legs from his boot, and with a flash of cold light, he cut off the proprietress' arms at once, and all the blood spurted out It splashed on his and Sima's faces.

Sima Chaoqun knocked down the roaring butcher with a few tricks, and shouted at Zhuo Donglai in shock: "Donglai!"

Zhuo Donglai replied coldly: "How she touches, I chop up." Is Sima something you can touch?He slowed down his tone: "These two people probably have more lives in their hands than us."

"What now?"

"Just in case, never future trouble."

Seeing that Sima Chaoqun was still hesitating, Zhuo Dong said something.

"These people are not just your future troubles."

Sima Chaoqun reacted immediately.

Big Escort.

With a soft sigh, he thrust the machete into the lady boss's heart neatly, and when he was about to deal with the butcher, Zhuo Donglai had already chopped off the butcher's head with the butcher's axe.

Zhuo Donglai didn't want to let these two people go so easily, he had plenty of ways to make their lives worse than death.But he knew that Sima would not let him do this, and Sima would rather give them a happy time by himself, so he fulfilled Sima's wish.

The two turned all the living things inside and outside the inn into dead things, and then walked away covered in blood, and found a secluded mountain stream to wash the blood stains with clear springs.

Sima Chaoqun remained motionless and let his hands soak in the icy cold stream, watching the blood on his hands being taken away bit by bit by the gurgling water.

Zhuo Donglai sighed slightly, took his wrist and took his hand out of the water, and put a cloth handkerchief in his hand.

"I know you feel bad."

"I'm not uncomfortable, it's just that I don't get used to it." How long has it been since his hands were covered with blood like this?Sima Chaoqun looked back at Zhuo Donglai, and couldn't help but smile wryly: "All these years, I've really been loved by you, by you—" He paused, thinking of suitable words.

"Too well taken care of." "Spoiled?"

The two said at the same time, and then both were taken aback.

"Donglai you!" Sima Chaoqun stood up and looked at Zhuo Donglai in surprise: "I'm not—" Three-year-old baby, that's what I said!He threw the cloth handkerchief in his hand and walked aside.

Zhuo Donglai grabbed Bupa and smiled slightly.She lost her temper like she is now, and even said she wasn't a three-year-old baby.He picked out an indigo robe from the bundle and handed it to Sima.

"Change on." Coarse clothes and short coats are really not suitable for Sima.

Sima Chaoqun took the clothes, he didn't remember preparing such a change of clothes.

Zhuo Donglai explained that he picked up a few that barely fit in the inn, and they just happened to be useful.

It's always the case.

Always so thoughtful.

Ziqi comes from the east, Zhuo comes from the east.

Sima Chaoqun watched Zhuo Donglai pick out another maroon robe and put it on himself, so he sighed, put on clean clothes, and tidied himself up.

(CC's Yang Xiong wears a blue police uniform; JEJ's Zhan Zhao wears a red police uniform; at that station, they all have long legs and thin waists, and their bodies are really good-looking)