Xianzun's daily life of chasing husband

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"What are your hands doing!"

Mu Zhan regained his composure, and suddenly withdrew his hands, which made him sweat profusely!Heart beats like a drum!Six gods have no master!The wind is blowing and the horse is chaotic!

What are his hands doing?

In a daze, he touched Wen Zhixing all over!From the clavicle to the butterfly bone, from the waist to the buttocks... and then go on...

"Ah! I'm sorry! Me!" Mu Zhan explained with dances and dances. After explaining for a long time, seeing Wen Zhixing's red face, tears hanging on the tip of his delicate nose, Mu Zhan pulled out the sword on the bedside and stuffed it into Wen Zhixing's chest In his hand, Dayi said in a lingering manner: "I can't help it! It's me who underestimated you! If you don't kill me, let's get rid of the hatred."

"Whoever wants to kill you, I don't care about your life." Wen Zhixing cried, his shirt was torn by Mu Zhan, and it couldn't cover his half-exposed shoulders.

In a panic, Mu Zhan covered Wen Zhixing with his own clothes, thought it over, and said decisively: "Your innocence has been tarnished by me, then I will marry you! Don't cry, I will be afraid when you cry."

Wen Zhixing rolled his eyes hard at Mu Zhan, "Whoever asks you to marry is shameless."

"Then you kill me." Mu Zhan moved his neck to the blade of the sword.

The honesty is a bit too cute!

Wen Zhixing threw away the sword, and was really amused. There is no one like him who would force him to die if he failed to propose marriage.

"Then wait for the battle to be won, wait for you to return to the court in triumph, and wait for a hundred years... I will bury you with your bones."

But what they didn't know was that one month later, after the stored food and grass had been eaten, what they got was not new military supplies but three gold medals, which made Mu Zhan retreat!The class teacher returns to court!

The emperor sold out the entire iron-blooded battalion and Mu Zhan, and handed over all [-] outstanding soldiers headed by Mu Zhan to the enemy country.

The war is ruthless, the sword has no eyes, whoever is on the battlefield looks at each other with white blades and blood, how many people have fought in ancient times!

Mu Zhan had killed countless enemies, so he was naturally hated by the enemy.

They were taken to the enemy camp. Thirty fighters under Mu Zhan were burned, cut in half, filled with copper, skinned, cracked, boiled, surrounded by high fences, and fought with the captured monsters with bare hands!

"Mu Zhan, you killed more than [-] soldiers from our side, and today I killed your own soldiers, but it's just you reciprocating."

"You can guard the territory, but you can't guard the king's heart, and you were abandoned by your emperor, how do you feel?"

Mu Zhan spat out the broken teeth in his mouth with a sneer.

"On the day you were crushed into the prison van, did the people in the city come to see you off? They only knew that you were a sinner through the ages who collaborated with the enemy and treasoned the country! Hahaha... There is no need for it, how sad and stupid."

"Do you regret it?" The man expected to see the pained expression on Mu Zhan's face.

Mu Zhan got up, his eyes were firm, and he said word by word: "No! Regret! Let me choose again, and I will still kill you and other evil parties!"

After speaking, Mu Zhanba jumped up, jumped into the air, swung the silver snake, and cut off the chains that bound his men.

The remaining ten subordinates quickly gathered together when Mu Zhan landed, forming an offensive and defensive formation.

"General! Zhan is still..."

Mu Zhanyi Bo Yuntian laughed: "Do we still have a way out? Of course it's Zhan!"

A bearded soldier rubbed his fists and said, "Old rules?"

"Old rules, capture the thief first and capture the king first, and whoever takes the head of his handsome dog first will get an extra share of drinking tonight!"

"General, let's take our last breath and pull a few more enemy soldiers to back our backs. Can we share another jar of wine?"

Mu Zhan laughed loudly: "OK!"

The Jagged Camp has never produced people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!

They know that this altar of wine, whether tonight or in this life, will never be drunk again!

But they followed Mu Zhan and fought on the battlefield without regret!Shrouded in horse leather without regret!No regrets for destroying the bones!

Their generals are heroes, their generals are invincible, their generals!Above the arrogance is wearing a battle armor, but under the tenderness is invincible.

Even if he dies, he still hears the fragrance of chivalrous bones, and he should be proud of himself, leaving his loyal heart alone to reflect the history.

"kill!"

kill! "

The horse neighs and the Wumeng is majestic. The soldiers of the Iron Blood Battalion are one against ten. They have no fear of life and death. They turn into bloodthirsty wolves, tear open the throat of their prey, eat their flesh, drink their blood, and eat their bones.

Mu Zhan has a nickname in the mortal world, saying: Kill God Qiantu!

Ten people fell down, and in the end only Mu Zhan, who was smiling angrily in fresh clothes, was left.

He stands in the midst of thousands of armies, even though the arrows and stones come to him, he is calm and composed.

When the enemy gave an order, thousands of arrows were fired, and Mu Zhan became a target. After thousands of arrows pierced through his heart, he still stood upright. The opponents were afraid that he would not be able to die, so dozens of sharp swords and spears pierced into his body one after another. A large area of ​​clothes was dyed red, and the red clothes were even more coquettish, as if a whole body was covered with morning glow and a round of crimson moon.

Bright, dazzling, shocking.

Gu Zhao still stands tall in the center of the Wanjun, with eyes that have lost their spirits open, standing still and never falling down!

"Marshal, what about his body?"

"Throw it into the wilderness." The marshal said coldly, "No! In the imperial city where the corpse cloud came, I want him to see with his own eyes, what kind of protection he vowed to die without regrets, in exchange for it? It's deceitful and pathetic."

Mu Zhan's ruined corpse was exposed to the sun for seven days and seven nights at Caishikou in the imperial city. People shunned it, and there was no government to collect the corpse. Because of the hot weather, the corpse was extremely rotten, covered with maggots, and the stench was so suffocating. Detours, loathing, fleeing farther and farther, some even blamed the person who threw the corpse, and some scolded the government for not taking responsibility and not doing anything.

But the only thing they turned a blind eye to was that they had no conscience and were unwilling to look at the face of the corpse and confirm his identity.

On the tenth day, a limping and handsome man, dressed in sackcloth and mourning, pushed the cart and moved the corpse away.

Mu Zhan knew very well that this was going to be a bad time, so he was afraid that Wen Zhixing would be in danger if he followed him, so he limped his leg with a stick and asked him to recuperate at home.

This injury lasted for ten days.

The first news that Wen Zhixing heard after he came out was that Mu Zhan died. At that time, he felt as if all the blood in his body was drained all of a sudden, the world was spinning, and the world was leaving him. He hugged his arms in pain, The lacrimal glands burst, the tears surged, and the voice became hoarse from crying.

He stumbled, frantically went to the street to inquire, went around and finally found Mu Zhan's body at Caishikou, suddenly the world fell apart, collapsed to the extreme but unexpectedly calmed down.

Pushing the cart, Wen Zhixing dug the grave with his own hands. Ten fingers that practice life-saving medicine forcibly broke through the soil. The blood was scratched on the ten fingers, exposing the bones. He seemed to be unknown, and continued to dig the ground mechanically.

He had cleaned and tidied up Mu Zhan's body a long time ago. It was so porous and wounded, how painful it must have been... Wen Zhixing thought about it, and dug the hole unconsciously.

Bury the corpse, erect a stele, and a stele without words.

"Bad guy... Liar... Selfish..." Wen Zhixing cried and cursed, leaning over the tablet without writing, hugging tightly, crying from sobbing to weeping in sorrow, the rain was drizzling, and the world was sad.

Wen Zhixing raised his hand, and when his fingertips were about to touch the tombstone, he suddenly withdrew it, and wiped the ten bloody and dirty fingers with the hem of his clothes, and after wiping them clean, he rubbed his fingertips on the newly erected stone tablet with great care. superior.

"A Zhan, it's agreed, you and I will be buried together, and when the time comes, don't think I'm gray-haired."

What the world didn't know that year was that Mu Zhan's meritorious deeds were perfected, he ascended to become a god, and changed his name to Mu Qiming.

And 300 years later, Wen Zhixing also rose to the top, Feng Zhili Immortal Venerable, both doctors and poisons, five masters, but he did not change his name and surname when he was sitting, Wen Zhixing was always called Wen Zhixing.