Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

Hu Yanfeng straightened his body on horseback, like a desolate conglomerate.The sound of the fire drowned out the sound of the wind, and the heat made the cavalry sweat profusely, and the horses were all restless, snorting and trampling.

He stared intently at the void.The subordinates were taking inventory of the battlefield. Changning guard Zhao Quan led his troops to rush over. Seeing the corpses all over the ground, it was undoubtedly the same as the battlefield outside the customs.

Hu Yanfeng only nodded slightly, and asked him to cooperate to clean up the battlefield and rescue the wounded.

There was a faint sound of suppressed crying. In Hu Yanfeng's black cavalry camp, there was a deep affection between fellow robes. Now a battle, ten to four or five, caused heavy casualties. Even if the man did not shed tears lightly, he is now extremely sad .

His remaining three guards did not say a word, and buried their companions on the spot.Li Liang, the youngest, stepped forward silently, holding Hu Yanfeng's sea dongqing and shaking his head gently.Hu Yanfeng raised his hand, stroked its mottled black feathers, waved his hand and said, "Take it and bury it with Ximen, so we can be a companion on Huangquan Road."

Li Liang was young after all, his eye circles turned red immediately, but he still gritted his teeth and carried Hai Dongqing away.

Hu Yanfeng took out another jade tablet from his bosom. The jade tablet was one inch wide and two inches long, with a slight blue light.

He only said in a deep voice: "National Teacher, there are high-level monsters appearing in Yongchang, Minghe's oath has been broken, please send immortal masters to help."

The blue light in the jade talisman flickered, turned into a strand of jade tablet, and flew towards the sky at high speed.

The surrounding flames gradually extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of black smoke curling up, and suddenly a gust of wind swept by, raising choking soot.

Hu Yanfeng put away the jade talisman, and then looked at the empty mid-air. It was the end of the unitary year, the sky was getting late, and the clouds were getting thicker and thicker.He whispered: "The sky is about to change, Yuan Zhao."

Zhan Changsheng rolled into the courtyard one by one, and the branches of the golden osmanthus camphor were broken in a row, covered with broken leaves.

Lao Diao panted heavily like a bellows, and fell down on the ground.Zhan Changsheng didn't care about it, he just firmly grasped the gun barrel that Zhan Long transformed into with both hands, he felt that the monstrous anger was about to burn from the gun body to himself, a bloodthirsty impulse that was extremely dark and resentful could not go away and dissipate in his heart open.

With a soft clang, another slender crack opened on the body of the gun, and Zhan Changsheng trembled violently in his hand.

Zhan Changsheng pressed it under his body, almost buried it in the soil, and hissed: "Senior brother!"

The dragon-slaying spear suddenly exploded in his hand, and the air wave was so strong that Zhan Changsheng's body was thrown high, and then fell heavily on the stone steps at the entrance of the small red building.Zhan Changsheng only cared about protecting his head, when the stone steps slammed into his shoulder, back and leg bones, the dull pain exploded from everywhere, his eyes turned black from the pain, his blood surged, he couldn't recover for a long time.

Before he got up, a dark cloud shrouded his head, and Zhan Changsheng raised his head and met Shang Zhanlong's pitch-black eyes, which were less than half a foot long, like the ghostly shadow abyss in the deepest part of the underworld, showing a frenzied, violent, and bloodthirsty look.

Zhanlong knelt on the stone steps with his knees apart, his ragged clothes were nothing more than a few rags, his naked upper body, his strong long legs were covered with wounds, his body was stained with blood, and his breath also had a strong smell of blood.He seemed to be hesitant, and moved very slowly. He just grabbed Zhan Changsheng's arm and gradually exerted force. The deep voice in his throat was like the breath of a fierce beast: "Kill..."

Zhan Changsheng especially remembered the tyrannical remnant image of him pulling Qiongying's knight's arm off. Now that his arm was grabbed, he was so terrified that his trembling voice was filled with crying, and he shouted: "Senior brother, senior brother! Don't hurt me!" I!"

When he shouted hoarsely, his lips almost touched the tip of Zhanlong's nose, and the two breaths intertwined, one was as hot as a pool of blood boiling, the other as cold as a crystallization of a spiritual spring.Zhan Long seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly let go of his hand, before Zhan Changsheng noticed, he clasped the back of his head with ease, and the tip of his tongue slipped between his lips.

Zhan Changsheng was tightly held in his arms by him, unable to move, and his back on the stone steps was even more miserable, but he could only restrain himself and cooperate with Zhanlong to absorb the divine spring with all his strength.

After an unknown amount of time, the panting of the two gradually stopped, and Zhan Long just let go of Zhan Changsheng, looking down at his expression.

Zhan Changsheng was trembling in his arms, until he saw Zhan Long's long, narrow and deep eyes regained their clarity, and they were no longer dark and cloudy, his heart gradually fell back into his chest.

Zhanlong carefully raised his hand, straightened his messy hair, picked him up horizontally, and the two re-entered the hot spring.The hot spring contains a little spiritual power, which can meet Zhanlong's needs.

Zhan Changsheng committed suicide and went out of the forest to snatch the Dragon Slaying Spear. He was facing a formidable enemy all the way, and only at this moment did he relax.Ren Zhanlong had no choice but to scoop up water to wash away his blood.

"Why did you ask me to leave?" Zhan Changsheng recalled Zhan Long's previous warning, he only raised his head back, leaning against Zhan Long's arms, and asked in a low voice, "If I leave, how will you protect yourself?"

Zhan Long said in a low voice: "The power of the ancient demon dragon is so tyrannical. The bloody outbreak is the resentment of the demon dragon. With your cultivation level, you may die."

Zhan Changsheng said: "I already owe you my life, not to mention that you saved me back then, was it just to help you at this time. You must be careful in the future."

Most of Zhanlong's remaining spiritual power was saved to suppress the blood evil, but it cost a lot to fight Hu Yanfeng.

This time, he was lucky enough to save his life, but in the future, the road ahead is uncertain, and he does not know when another catastrophe will occur.

Zhan Changsheng had lingering fears and worries. He only felt that his future was uncertain, so he didn't think much about it.

With a slight movement of Zhanlong, he circled Zhan Changsheng more tightly, and the two of them had their long hair loose, and they were inseparably entangled in the water.He said in a deep voice, "Call me Senior Brother."

Zhan Changsheng was slightly embarrassed, but still whispered: "Master...brother."

Zhan Long said again: "Call again."

Zhan Changsheng couldn't help being taken aback, "Why..."

Zhan Long insisted, "Call again."

Zhan Changsheng had no choice but to follow his will, and called out "Senior Brother."

Zhanlong's fingertips brushed gently across his shoulders, very softly, "I thought it was a dead end this time, why did I hear you call senior brother, and suddenly woke up like hearing the sound of heaven."

Zhan Changsheng sighed, "I was almost torn to pieces by you."

Zhanlong's fingers still slid down gently, submerged in the water, and rubbed his back for him. Several bruises and bruises ran across Zhan Changsheng's back and waist, which were the scars from falling on the stone steps before, "Just remember to call me senior brother, I will never hurt you again."

Zhan Changsheng was stunned for a moment, Zhan Long's intimacy and tenderness made him unable to adapt in every possible way, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, "Senior brother..."

Zhan Long responded, "Junior Brother."

Zhan Changsheng felt a little joy in his embarrassment.He was lonely and alone in his two lives, and now he is called senior brother, which seems to make him care more in this world.In the end, I will no longer follow the waves like duckweed, unencumbered and alienated from the world.Joyful for a moment, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, and called again: "Senior brother."

This call made thousands of rounds, full of affection, Zhan Long hugged him tighter, and sprinkled his fiery breath on the side of his neck.Zhan Changsheng felt the changes in his limbs in the water, which were hard under his legs.

Zhan Long lowered his head, pressed his lips to his temple, breathed heavily, and said in a low voice, "I can't hold it anymore."

Zhan Changsheng knew that he was talking about the crime of blood, although he was anxious, he only said in a low voice: "Brother, please hurry up... If you return to the camp late, it may cause suspicion."

Zhan Long said: "Just take a little, it won't hurt you."

He moved extremely slowly this time, lest he might be hurt in the slightest.Zhan Long's behavior is jerky, and Zhan Changsheng has no experience at all. Every time he does double cultivation, he only feels pain, but in order to get what he needs, he has been patient.

This time, Zhan Changsheng felt a bit of a good taste amidst the pain, and at the moment his mind was complicated, he didn't know how to deal with it.In the end, I had to comfort myself. If I can suffer less, it will be a good thing in the end.

In a very short time, Zhan Changsheng couldn't take it anymore, Zhan Long waited for him to regain his senses, and forced himself to withdraw.

After the rain cleared and the clouds cleared, Zhan Changsheng lay in Zhan Long's arms, slowly recovering his strength, he began to worry about things in the military camp.Since Qiongying and Changning were on good terms, Zhan Changsheng was always depressed when Zhanlong killed those many knights when he went crazy.It's just that the matter has come to this point, and it's not in the slightest.

He hid his guilt, stood up, and said in a low voice: "Is there any way to peek outside the tower and see when Qiongying's soldiers retreat."

This White Jade Pagoda has many restrictions, where one enters from, one retreats from.Therefore, we can only wait for those sergeants to retreat, and then reappear as they are, and start on our way again.

Zhan Long raised his hand, and under a gust of wind, he dried his long hair for Zhan Changsheng, and said in a deep voice: "You don't need to think hard, you can see clearly after you release your consciousness. Now that most of it has been removed, there are only less than 20 hairs left. People are burying the corpse. If the younger brother is anxious to hurry, the younger brother will clean up for you, and there will be no future troubles."

Zhan Changsheng sighed secretly, and hurriedly said: "No need, just let them leave on their own."

The two dressed neatly again and went to the front yard first, but saw that the old eagle was still lying in the forest without moving, only the slight heaving and falling of his chest proved that he was still alive.

Zhan Changsheng squatted in front of Lao Diao, and said in a low voice, "Old man?"

The old eagle moved his eyelids, opened them a little, and said in a low voice, "It's okay... But benefactor, does he know what the oath of Minghe is?"