MTL - Sha Po Lang-Chapter 122 Dream back

In a person's life, there is always a moment of moments, and nothing can be left in the heart except for a ridiculous thought of no reason. The powerful desire/wang seems to be able to swallow the whole soul and let the truth go outside the brain. Stretching the claws and scratching the door can also be ignored.

For many years ago, Gu Yu burned a paste in the brains of the wilderness in the northwest, thinking of leaving his job and leaving the world without any distractions.

For many years, Chang Geng came out from the breeze of the breeze with snow, and he wanted to see Gu Yu, who was thousands of miles away.

Chang Geng ran back to Houfu without a head, and the two sturdy shovel at the door turned around and stared at him silently. He bumped into the glare of the purple light, and his foot suddenly stopped.

Chang Geng, like a dream, wakes up with the two iron monsters for a long time, and finally slowly returns from the state of the near-death. He sighs and reaches out and touches the cold arm of the shovel. Slowly lower his head, bow down, spit out a smoldering white steam.

In the past, when I was gathered together with Gu Yu, and I didn’t see one side for four years, it seems that this is not so difficult. Chang Geng himself does not know that he is getting more and more delicate, or he is more and more greedy for Gu Yu. There seems to be a string in my heart, and when Gu Yu suddenly wrote a letter inexplicably, he began to tighten when he thought about him.

Every thrilling battle in the south arrives in Beijing, the string will be tightened, and the situation in the DPRK will become more sinister and more complicated. The string in his heart will be tightened again until it is suddenly. Broken without warning.

At this time, the door was opened from the inside, and it was the Houfu family who would lead Huo Wei.

Huo Wei saw Chang Geng's ghost look and was taken aback: "Wang Bozheng asked me to go to you, Your Highness. What happened to you?"

Chang Geng's eyelids were reddish, but he still adjusted his smile with the fastest time. He stood up and patted the snow residue on his body: "Nothing, I am a little dizzy when I am in a hurry. What is Wang Bo looking for?"

Huo Wei was very rough, and he didn’t see anything unusual. He helped him a while, and whispered in his ear: "There is a guest who is inconvenient to show up, saying that there is an urgent matter, he I can't go to the military plane to ask for it, I have to find Houfu."

The person who came is a man of about thirty-five, and Chang Geng does not know, but he must have seen it somewhere, and he is familiar with it. As he quickly adjusted his disordered state of mind, he tried to recall his identity as a guest.

Fortunately, the man himself took the initiative to explain: "Liu Zhong, the deputy director of the Foreign Affairs Mission, has seen the prince."

The so-called "foreign affairs mission" is a gang of the Ministry of Military Affairs. The gangs and the factions did not know how to catch up with the Hongjun Temple and jointly created them. Because they were afraid of touching the emperor of the Longan Emperor, they did not even dare to call the "community talks." The name of a "foreign mission" is placed on the ground, and under the banner of "one article, one martial arts", the reason for the **** on the front line "returning the enemy through other means" is purely to add to Gu Yu.

Chang Geng frowned, and the impression of this person was very bad. Because the demeanor did not show up, it was not salty and not a little bit: "Liu Daren is coming soon, late at night, what is the matter?"

Liu Zhong suddenly stepped back and stepped down. One finger said: "If the lower officials say that there is a false statement, they must be thundering, and their parents will not be peaceful under Jiuquan."

Chang Geng sideways half-step: "What is Liu Daren doing? Get up soon."

Liu Zhong refused: "Wang Ye knows that my regiment is the supervisor and the boss of the lower officer. Was it a student of the university?"

Chang Geng certainly knows that he not only knows, but also disgusted for a while. If it is not for a while, he will not be able to bring out a bunch of traitors who have contributed to the foreign affairs group.

"Wang Ye Rong Rong." Liu Zhongfei quickly explained the words of the university scholars secretly to Chang Geng, and said, "There are only a few confidants of the Governor who know that the lower officials are not the only ones. ."

Chang Geng’s finger was beating the small table around him: “I’m not visiting the Houfu in the middle of the night, isn’t it okay?”

Liu Zhongshen Shi Yili: "The lower official ancestral home was in Hangzhou, and the biological parents died young. They grew up with the elders of the family. They later went to study in the Quartet. They also worked as a staff member at the Gonghoumen Gate. Because of the marginal meeting, they voted for the eyes of the Fang’s uncle. I am recommended to enter the profession, and it is difficult to report the benefits."

Chang Geng eyebrows gently provoke.

"The lower official has a childhood, young and unpredictable, and has been engaged. He has not yet crossed the door." Liu Zhong buried his head very low and his shoulders curled up. "I want to go back to my hometown when I want to be famous. Who knows that I have not waited until this day, suddenly Committed..."

Liu Zhong lowered his head and wiped his face and gave him a big head: "The deceased has been paralyzed, but the living is always flat, and Xie Wangye pity."

Chang Geng sighed softly: "Liu Daren said."

The two men secretly probed for a long time. When Liu Zhong was sent away, there was already a louder voice on the street. Chang Geng stood at the door for a moment and slammed his eyebrows hard. He said to Huo Wei: "Working and looking at Chen The girl didn't sleep, and if she didn't rest, please ask her to come."

Chen Guangxu has been living in Houfu these days, and is ready to try to treat Chang Gung's Ur bone, but this will be a very long process. Yan Wang is always empty, and he will not have time to come back for ten days and a half.

When Chen Guangxue saw Chang Geng, he felt that his face was very wrong and said: "His Royal Highness, the more serious the thinking, the more difficult it is to control yourself. Have you been too tired recently?"

Chang Geng gave a wry smile, and he intensified the contradictions in advance. In fact, many things have not been able to pave the way. Every step is like a dangerous road. I don’t know when I will step on the cliff.

But he has no time.

He was afraid that his enemies would not give him this time, fearing that he would not report his worries, and he would suffer from what he did not know in places he could not see.

Chang Geng: "If Chen girl is convenient, I can start applying it today."

Chen lightly said: "The process may be very painful. His Highness is busy with politics during the day, can you eat it?"

Chang Geng shook his head: "I don't know, but I always have a bad feeling. In recent days, I have become more and more powerless. I can't break it."

After an hour, Chang Geng realized that he was still underestimating the "pain" that Chen Guangxuan said.

Chen Guangxuan put a bowl of medicine soup in front of him and prepared the silver needle.

Chang Geng reached out and said, "What is this?"

"When the prince is no longer trapped by Ur bones, I will copy the recipe to you," Chen said lightly. "But it is best not to ask before you drink."

Chang Geng: "..."

I don't know why, in his impression, everything related to the voodoo of the barbarian is full of a sinister scent. After listening to this, Chang Geng suddenly produced a lot of bad associations and immediately stopped asking questions. Try to curl up your tongue and squeeze your nose to drink.

Chen lightly leaned over and set off an Anshen, quiet cold fragrance spread out indoors. She sat cross-legged outside his three steps, and said: "Your Highness, after I started to apply, you must keep the Lingtai." Clear, otherwise no one can wake you up, can I understand that?"

Chang Geng nodded.

Chen Guangxue: "When this scent of scent is burned out, I will start. Please use your fragrant work to clear your heart and eliminate distractions."

At first, there was no feeling. Chen was light and steady, and his hands and feet were very good. Chang Geng only blinked his eyes and closed his eyes. Suddenly, a coolness filled with fear rose from behind him—it seems to be inevitable The other people’s murders were lifted up, and they could only close their eyes and wait for the fear of shackles. The muscles of his back could not help but shrink, and although they could not move, they made a subconscious evasive action.

Chen’s needles couldn’t be **** anymore, and her look dignified: “His Royal Highness.”

Chang Geng felt an invisible whip slamming on his back, and there was a murmur in his ear, so the scream of a woman who had been going for more than ten years blew in his ear.

Mixed in those years of nightmares, Chen's light voice mixed with Anshen into his ears: "His Royal Highness, this is Houfu, can you hear me?"

Chang Geng slammed the ground and tried his best to nod.

Chen Xiaoxue sent the next silver needle, and the second Anshen incense was burned out. She glanced at the Western clock on the table: "This is just the beginning. Do you need to adapt to your highness?"

Chang Geng gently bite the tip of his tongue: "No, continue."

Chen Guangxuan is no longer nonsense, the needle is like a fly, and the illusion of fading is once again coming back. The young age Xiu Niang exerts on him all kinds of pains and reappears.

Chen lightly looks tight, she saw an old scar on the clavicle of Chang Geng suddenly red and swollen for no reason, a thin row of blood leaked out, the subcutaneous spider-like blood vessels split open on both sides, very embarrassing.

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness Princess!" Chen lightly called him.

Chang Geng did not respond.

Chen lightly did not dare to do it again. Suddenly, her eyes swept around the foot of the bed and hung a pair of iron shoulders. It seems to have been some years old. Now the military steel armor has changed style. Chen remembered lightly. When he talked about the symptoms of Ur bone in his early years and Chang Geng, he seemed to have accidentally mentioned that the first time he broke free from a nightmare, Gu Yu hanged a pair of his armor on the bed.

Chen light and long sleeves swept, the iron shoulders gave a clear crash, the sound of the golden stone swept through the quiet room, Chang Geng's more and more rapid breathing suddenly.

There are heavy obstacles in front of him, first trapped in his body when he was young - sharp hair, red fire stick, dirty whip, woman's iron wrench, sharp and sharp hand... and the end of everything, There is a Gu Yu wearing a half steel armor, watching him silently for many years.

Chang Geng rescued the straw and stared at him, and struggled to maintain his own line of clearness. I don’t know how long it took. The illusion of the demon and ghosts gradually disappeared. Chang Geng was exhausted and returned to see God’s fragrance on the table. After all, Chen Guangxu is gathering silver needles.

He discovered that he was able to move again.

Chen Xiaoxue: "How are you feeling?"

Chang Geng took a chance to see his own hand. When I saw my arm, I didn’t know when I had a lot of small scratches. It was very quick and itchy. He tried to lick his fist: "It seems to have climbed again."

After Chen Xiaoxue left, Chang Geng fell asleep and fell asleep. For many years, his sleep seemed to be a Po Ping Lake. A stone can be broken. In addition to blood loss and coma, it is rare to have such a feeling of darkness. For the first time, there was no nightmare.

He dreamed of a towering watchtower, with far-reaching fire in the distance. The camp was guarded by the rigor, and there was a taste of a pillow. The soldiers returning from a group of camps were tightening the stables. Suddenly, the headed man turned back. He glanced at the direction, actually Gu Yu, wearing a glass mirror with a fancy mask on his face. The silver side and the mysterious armor were shining together, and he smiled narrowly.

In the dream, Chang Geng laughed and said: "What is this dress?"

Gu Yu stretched out a hand from the horse, and the iron arm that burned Ziliujinpower fluttered him on the horse's back. He hugged him from behind and smiled in his ear: "Lonely in the army." And hook up a few little beauty."

In his dreams, people don’t hide their subtle thoughts. They know that he is talking about jokes. In Chang Geng’s heart, there is still a little grievance that can’t be said: “I’m in the middle of the night, I’m afraid that I’m going wrong, every day. I am looking forward to hearing a few words from you, and I still can’t wait."

Gu Yu said helplessly: "Your Highness, you are running all the way to spoil?"

Chang Geng listened and thought that he was right. He thought that as the folk words wrote, he changed his mind and took care of it. However, when the book was used, he hated less, his skills were not very skillful, and he was a bit stuck. Where did you start? Gu Yu picked up his hand and picked up the glass mirror on his face. He turned his head and kissed him on his face: "If you don't like it, I won't wear it."

In the early morning, Chang Geng woke up in Gu Yu’s terrible flute. He climbed up and blinked his eyes. He always felt that the magic sound still lingered, and he screamed at the ear of the spleen. The corner of the mouth could not help but curl up.

This is really the best dream of his life.

There is a piece of Gu Yu’s screaming ghost, and even if he is really a cow and a zombie in front, he can be fearless.

What Chang Geng didn’t know was that in the first night of the front line, when Gu Yu’s camp came back, he suddenly felt inexplicably behind someone who looked at him and couldn’t help but return to his head, just smashing the glass mirror on his face. This time the lens was not broken, but the finely crafted lace made his shoulders smashed a corner, and he had to admit that he couldn’t use it in the wrong way, and changed back to the ordinary.

On the second day, Shen Yi heard that he had a good joke: "Whether it is the gods, you can’t see your eyes."

"The gods are really wide," Gu said with a big word. "Maybe I am handsome and eager to give me a wife."

Shen Yi: "..."

Before the General Shen spit out the overnight meal, there were soldiers who reported: "Grandma, the messenger you sent to Dongpu has written back."

Gu Yu: "Get it in."

A group of Western military supplies were sent from the open sea in cooperation with the Dongpu people. In the normal war, the Dongpu people seemed to have been squatting in them all the time. However, they refused to expose themselves to the table, even if they were The martyrdom with dozens of pretending to be a monk attempted to hijack the Emperor of Longan - it was also out of his personal grievances, and the Dongpu people did not really stand up and ask for a statement.

Shen Yi: "How do you say?"

Gu Yu shook his head: "It is a gift to them, but the attitude is awkward. If the messenger wants to talk about business, he can avoid it when he can manage things. Look for a bunch of white-faced dancers to accompany the guests... Dongpu people have their own small abacus. If foreigners can take root in our country, they can follow a bite of carrion, but if the Western warships retreat, they will still live next to us in the future, so they are both willing and unwilling to offend them completely."

Shen Yi frowned: "Do you want to be both ends, what is this?"

"Good things." Gu Yu smiled. "They are so worried at both ends of the mouse. I wait and see, it's a big use."

Shen Yi shook his head: "We can't wait a little, the south front line is too long, the purple flow gold is too tight, even if you are deploying from it, you can't help but keep up, let me worry that I will fight so hard, the DPRK will There is noise."

Gu Yu’s look faded.

Shen Yi also reminded: "I heard that the court thinks that we should not only boring our heads, we should "have a stick and a sweet date", and we are currently setting up a new batch of foreign affairs, if these people are really carrying sticks to send sweet dates. I’m sorry, it’s a special trip to add chaos.”

Gu Yu Shen Shen said: "When is it?"

"It’s almost time to leave," Shen Yi replied. "It’s only ten days and a half. - Son, what do you want?"