Chapter 310 The Polish Commander
Liu Erlong opened his eyes with tear-stained eyelashes trembling.
Those eyes that held a bit of charm and desolation, with a slight flash of light, looked at the mess on the ground, including longans, red dates, milk beer, damp carpets, tabletops, and palm prints on the walls.
Liu Erlong's eyes began to glow with water, and the anger in his heart dimmed again.
Turning to look at the bedside, the piece of white cloth hung up by Ye Qiu had the blossoming plum blossoms they worked together to embroider.
I closed my eyes, and it seemed like I was going back to last night, with constant nightmares.
Liu Erlong slowly curled up, trembling slightly, biting his swollen red lips, and the corners of his eyes flickered
She can't give up on herself, otherwise everything will be in vain!
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other side.
Ye Qiu soaked in the water and calmed down for a while before putting on his clothes and preparing to leave.
Before leaving.
Ye Qiu pushed the door open slightly and warned, "Wash yourself well later."
Say it.
Ye Qiu opened another door of the bathroom and walked out of the room that made him obsessed.
Looking at the scorching sun in the sky.
Quickly go to the back garden. If you go there in time, you might be able to catch lunch.
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Ye Qiuri couldn't leave until three poles.
other side. After Tang Hao rescued Tang San, he hid in a certain small forest.
Narrow streams gurgled.
The sound of clear spring
A fire was lit in a dry place by the stream.
There was a big shovel that Tang Hao got from somewhere, burning red.
Tang Hao was treating Tang San's crotch wound impatiently.
Blood stained the shore red.
Tang Hao took his dirty clothes and kept wiping the bloody wound the size of his little finger.
After wiping, Tang Hao took a big gulp of low-quality ale wine in his mouth and sprinkled the wine on Tang San's wounds.
"Poof——"
"Uh-ah!"
Tang San, who had been unconscious for a long time with a face as white as a sheet of paper, finally felt some movement, screamed twice, and then opened his eyes.
"Huh?"
Tang San had just opened his eyes to adjust to the strong light, and before he could feel the pain all over his body, he noticed two rounds of scorching sun appeared in the sky.
I wanted to raise my hands and rub my eyes, but I was powerless.
Take a closer look.
It turns out it’s not the scorching sun.
Instead, Tang Hao was holding the red-hot shovel in his hand and placing it above Tang San's body.
"Dad, what are you going to do?"
Seeing that Tang San had woken up, Tang Hao was indifferent and glanced at Tang San casually with his cloudy eyes. Explained: "Your bag is torn, and there are three wounds between your legs that are still bleeding. I don't have money to treat you. Hijifangzi will make do with it, and it will work."
"What?!"
Tang San hadn't realized what happened to him.
The red-hot shovel in Tang Hao's hand suddenly fell between his legs.
"No! Dad, that's my last!"
Tang Hao's movements were swift and violent, and he never came back.
Before Tang San finished speaking, the red-hot shovel was already imprinted on his lower abdomen.
"No!"
Tang San cried out in sorrow.
Zizzi! The smell of roasting chicken wafts out.
"Ah——!"
Tang San's eyes widened, his pupils trembled and filled with blood.
The heart-wrenching feeling made him raise his hands that could not move, trying to push away the shovel
However.
As soon as I put my hand on it, there was a sizzling sound.
"Ah! My hand"
Another burst of meaty aroma floated away, and Tang San rolled his eyes, twitched his body, and swayed his limbs like a fish washed up on the shore.
Tang Hao watched the smoke drifting out and smelled the aroma like roasted chicken. A little hungry, he couldn't help but swallow.
Then he lifted the shovel. Looking at Tang San's wound, he saw that the bleeding had stopped, and he couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.
Looking at Tang San who was paralyzed on the ground, looking up at the sky, crying silently.
Tang Hao comforted him: "Don't worry, it's half cooked. The remaining half can still be seen. It will be fine when the burned area fades."
Finished.
Tang Hao ignored Tang San, picked up the skewers of bird eggs that he had roasted next to the fire, and began to enjoy them.
A mouthful of eggs, a mouthful of wine, and a frown.
Asked: "By the way, if you were asked to go to Lanba Academy, how could you reveal your identity so quickly? And why were you bitten by so many civilians?"
"..."
Tang San didn't speak.
I just struggled, raised my head, and looked at my wound. It was gone, nothing was left
He touched his clothes.
The short gun he carried with him had lost its tip and was now beyond recognition.
The two iron walnuts he often plated are also missing.
It wasn't until he saw Tang Hao eating roasted bird eggs that Tang San suddenly woke up.
He vaguely remembered.
Although the things I had carried with me for more than ten years were bitten out of my pockets by those poor people. But he fought tooth and nail to snatch one back from those poor people.
Tang San held back the cold sweat on his head and looked at Tang Hao who was grilling bird eggs and soul beast meat. He was hungry, swallowed his saliva, and said sadly: "Dad, where is my share of the bird eggs?"
Tang Hao, who was eating, frowned and looked at the string of bird eggs in his hand.
"Do you want the one in my hand or the one on the tree?"
Tang Hao held the small branch in his hand and pointed at a sparrow and a fresh bird egg that he hung on the fire.
Tang San just glanced at it without answering, a bit of pain flashed in his eyes.
Even if you get it back, so what?
If something like this is lost, it's lost. If it's broken, it's broken. He can't take it out.
Tang Hao frowned.
Letting Tang San feel depressed was something he didn't want to see.
"What?! As the son of my Haotian Douluo, can't you stand this?"
With that said, Tang Hao threw Tang San's share of the bird eggs hanging on the fire into the fire.
"Dad."
Tang San held tears in his eyes as he paid tribute to his flesh and blood.
Tang Hao snorted coldly.
"Hmph! Ye Qiu has a soul bone in his hand, which can allow people to regenerate their severed limbs."
Hearing Tang Hao's words, Tang San's eyes widened.
"Really? Dad."
Tang Hao nodded seriously.
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If Tang San goes to the spirit fighting arena in the future, he can take the code name of the Ranger with a Leftover Gun, but the gun has no tip and cannot kill anyone.
In other words, the polished commander is more suitable for him.
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Prince's Mansion, back garden.
The trees felled by Xueqinghe have been cleared.
Ye Qiu swayed and swaggered, as if he was walking in his own home.
Soon I found the owner who was having a meal.
He said hello from a distance.
"Morning!"
Xue Qinghe, who was eating his lunch with a golden spoon, glanced at Ye Qiu coldly and ignored him.
"Your Highness, is it not appropriate for you to be so indifferent to the soldiers who have returned from the bloodshed?"
Ye Qiu seemed a little sad and sat down at the table.
Xue Qinghe gritted his teeth and was speechless. When he saw him approaching, he habitually protected his share of the bird's nest after the meal.
Ye Qiu, who was about to reach out, stopped in time.
Helplessly shrugged:
"I said, there is no need to guard me like this, right? I have been fighting for you all night."
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of chapter)