The glory of the king Wang Zhaojun and the soul of the uncle

On a stormy night, it rained cats and dogs.

There was shouting and cursing in the distance, and the flames of the little mistakes gradually became bigger.

"Miss, you hide here, don't come out, I'll be back soon!"

Han Xin found a hidden bush, hid Wang Zhaojun in it, and turned to leave, but Wang Zhaojun suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes, "Don't go!"

She is really scared.

Afraid of being caught up, afraid of being hurt by tautology.

Seeing that the pursuers are approaching, if they don't separate, it will be too late!

Han Xin was ruthless, pushed away Wang Zhaojun's hand, deliberately made a noise, let the pursuers find him, and hurried away.

Fear magnified infinitely in Wang Zhaojun's heart, she could only hide in the grass tremblingly, listening to the footsteps approaching, praying that they would not come closer.

But she was found anyway.

The wild dogs smelled her and barked at the grass where she was.

Fear swept her whole body, she could no longer see or hear anything, and she could only wait for the trial stiffly.

It seems like a long time, and it seems like just a moment.

As the footsteps approached, the grass was stripped away.

"Girl, no..."

"Hey!" Wang Zhaojun exhausted his last ounce of courage, yelled like never before in his life, closed his eyes and was a sap at the person who came.

"Ugh!"

Feel the real hit - hit!

"Pain pain... girl!"

If you keep working hard, maybe you can beat it!

"Wait! Wow! Stop it!"

"Girl! Gu..."

Li Bai grabbed her wrist, ignored her struggle, grabbed her arm instead, and fixed her.

Wang Zhaojun was dying like a bird whose wings were buckled backwards.

Li Bai sighed and said, "This is the first time I've seen such a troublesome woman."

The strength is quite strong.

This is the first meeting between Wang Zhaojun and Li Bai.

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The heavy rain was pouring, the clouds were overwhelming, the moonlight was dim, and there were only lightning that pierced the sky from time to time, bringing a frightening flash to the ground.

The rain turns the dry soil into mud, a sneaky thief.

Han Xin slipped and fell backwards—he had been hiding for three days.

The chasers changed wave after wave, but there was only one of them.

For three whole days, he ran around desperately, and could hardly close his eyes.

At first, I couldn't get rid of them, fearing that they would go back to find Wang Zhaojun, but later I couldn't get rid of them, and my iron body was close to the limit.

Keep moving, keep moving, tired thoughts become stagnant under the thunder.

He thought, it's already far away...she should be safe.

Wounds that cannot be treated in time are painful due to festering under the continuous rainwater soaking and muddy pollution.

The overloaded limbs are sore.

He almost spent his entire life of doubts in just three days.

Can you still hold on?

Can you still walk?

Can you still swing this club?

Can I...see her again?

Thinking of Wang Zhaojun, a bright smile flashed by, and the will once again defeated the flesh. With a twist of the wrist, the cock pushed back, barely supporting the body, and did not fall to the ground.

He straightened up with difficulty, because of the sudden big movement, his eyes were slightly darkened.

I haven't eaten for three days and three nights, and at the same time, I exhaust a lot of energy every day. Hunger is no longer a feeling.

He bowed his waist and gasped for two breaths, gradually regained his senses, raised his eyes, and the pursuers were already close in front of him.

... This distance, no matter how much you hide, is of no use.

not to mention.

He no longer has the strength to play hide and seek.

Han Xin's cock slammed on the ground, his face was covered by the hanging bangs, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

The red hair is like blood, and the killing intent is high.

The surrounding pursuers didn't dare to go forward to arrest him for a moment.

——Wang Zhaojun is still waiting for him to go back, and he promised her that he will go back soon.If she can't find him, there will be no one else to protect her, she will suffer a lot, and she will be very lonely.

——So he can't die yet, he must go back!

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Han Xin, Han Zhongyan, he must be worthy of his name.

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At this time, Han Xin didn't know that no one was waiting for him.

That trembling, weak and lonely woman has been perfectly protected by another man.

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Li Bai hugged the woman who had finally calmed down, and was at a loss for a moment, neither to start nor to let go, even though he knocked her out, it would be against morality to put her here.

But taking it back is also a big trouble.

After hesitating like this for a few seconds, the person in his arms suddenly whimpered in a coma, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he looked extremely unsteady.

A beautiful face is surrounded by gloom, where there should be a bright smile.

Li Bai sighed helplessly.

So weak, so fragile, there is absolutely no dead body here.

Forget it, admit it, let him bear it.

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Save people to the end, send Buddha to the west.

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Alas.It's pretty heavy.

well raised

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When the morning sun shines through the open window, it hits the beauty's eyelids mischievously.

Wang Zhaojun's long eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.

She thought, I really don't understand.

——Why do these men always like to knock people out and take them away?

Maybe she hasn't realized how firm her eyes are when she makes a decision, so firm that she can only refute it by forcefully interrupting.

——The nape of the neck destined to be cut many times.

All kinds of toiletries are thoughtfully prepared in the bedroom, and the clean clothes are on the side, probably newly purchased.

After getting up, after washing, he pushed open the bamboo door, and the natural and fresh air poured into his lungs, sweeping away all the exhaust gas.

Eyes full of verdant green, gurgling water, full of vitality.

Not far away, a white figure was dancing a sword by the stream.

The sword rises like the wind, harmonizing with the living beings, and at the same time is free and ethereal, exuding a fairy air alone.

The sword fell and sheathed, all in one go, flowing like clouds and flowing water.

It was the first time Wang Zhaojun saw a person who could dance such a weapon so poetically.

Think of the muscular man she had seen before, wielding a big axe, sweating profusely, with boundless strength.

She thought it was powerful, but she didn't want to, dancing with a sword like this would not have a certain momentum.Let alone she has seen countless people, it is easy to tell at a glance whether the real kung fu is fake or not.

Come to think of it, the only one who can fight this person is Brother Chong Yan.

Thinking of the tautology, the originally relaxed mood inevitably became tense again.

Where is he?

Has the wound been treated?

how is it now?

When I went back and found that she was gone, I must have been very worried.

She has to go back to him.

She has to go back to him!

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(We pull a progress bar)

They all said that Han Zhongyan died under the siege of pursuing soldiers.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, and there were no dead bodies.

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"Wang Zhaojun, I can save him."

"who are you?"

"Just a witch."

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When fleeing for the first time, Han Xin made a deal with Da Qiao, willing to use his own life to change Wang Zhaojun's fate of death.

Da Qiao sneered and asked him back: "How much life do you think you have left after all these years?"

Without any hesitation, Han Xin just said, "I'll give it all to you."

She asked again: "I see you have something else to say"

He nodded: "I think she is happy."

"You clearly know that she likes you."

"My soul is also for you."

Da Qiao was silent, and suddenly laughed, which gradually became louder, then quieter, and finally calmed down.

Laughed tears, laughed bitterly.

She just suddenly discovered that—it turns out that people in the world are generally stupid.

It's the same as that person.

And herself, too.

She sighed: "It's really worth it."

"I promise you, it depends on the friendship of these years."

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Da Qiao looked at the decisive woman in front of her, and she knew that she was also a fool.

"Ten years of life, I will help you save him."

"it is good."

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"What's so good, Han Zhongyan." Da Qiao recalled Han Xin's soul and reshaped his body: "There are actually two women who are willing to do this for you."

"I didn't expect Zhen's mansion to have a lover."

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That day, after Li Bai came back, he told her: "You don't have to worry, he is not dead."

"I know."

"He is in Zhen's residence now, Zhen Ji saved him."

Perhaps from the very beginning, inside and outside, there is a mishmash of mistakes and chaos.

The author has something to say: Come on, your circle will make a mess for you.

I want to comment, I feel so alone, so lonely and cold (with tears in my eyes)