Chapter 310 The Polish Commander
Her tear-stained eyelashes trembled and Liu Erlong opened her eyes.
The eyes, which contained a bit of charm and sadness, flashed with a little light as they looked at the mess on the ground, longan, red dates, milk beer, the wet carpet, the table top, and the palm prints left on the wall.
Liu Erlong's eyes began to sparkle with tears, and the anger in her heart dimmed again.
Turning his head to look at the head of the bed, he saw the piece of white cloth hung by Ye Qiu, on which were embroidered plum blossoms by them together.
I closed my eyes and seemed to be back to last night, with nightmares all over again.
Liu Erlong slowly curled up, trembling slightly, biting her swollen red lips, with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.
She can't give up on herself, otherwise everything will be in vain!
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the other side.
Ye Qiu soaked in the water and calmed down for a while before he put on his clothes and prepared 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 finally left the field at three o'clock in the afternoon.
On the other side, after Tang Hao rescued Tang San, he hid in a small forest.
Narrow streams gurgled.
Clear spring
A fire was built in a dry area near 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 it, Tang Hao took a big gulp of cheap beer and sprayed it on Tang San's wound.
"puff--"
"Uh-ah!"
Tang San, who had been unconscious for a long time and whose face was as pale as paper, finally moved a little. He screamed twice and opened his eyes.
"Ok?"
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 couldn't.
Take a closer look.
It turns out it’s not the scorching sun.
Instead, Tang Hao was holding a red-hot shovel in his hand, 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. He glanced at Tang San casually with his cloudy eyes. He explained: "Your bag is broken, and there are three wounds between your legs that are still bleeding. I don't have money to treat you. I'll just use the folk remedy. It works."
"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 there was no return.
Before Tang San finished speaking, the red-hot shovel was already imprinted on his lower abdomen.
"No!"
Tang San cried out in sorrow.
Sizzle! The smell of roasted chicken wafts out.
"what--!"
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 that sounded like roasted chicken. Feeling a little hungry, he couldn't help swallowing.
Then he raised the shovel and looked at Tang San's wound. The bleeding had stopped, and he 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 is still acceptable. It will be fine once the burnt area peels off."
Done.
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.
He asked, "Speaking of which, how did you reveal your identity so quickly when I asked you to go to Blue Tyrant Academy? And how come you were bitten by so many civilians?"
"..."
Tang San didn't speak.
I just struggled, raised my head, and looked at my wound. It was gone. There was nothing.
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 played with were nowhere to be found.
It wasn't until he saw Tang Hao eating roasted bird eggs that Tang San suddenly woke up.
He vaguely remembered.
Although the thing he had been carrying with him for more than ten years was bitten out of his pocket by those poor people, he fought to the death and snatched one back from the mouths of those poor people.
Tang San suppressed his sweat as he looked at Tang Hao who was grilling bird eggs and soul beast meat. He was hungry, so he swallowed his saliva and said in a sad voice, "Dad, where is my share of 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 replying, a bit of pain flashed in his eyes.
Even if you get it back, so what?
This kind of thing, once lost, is lost; once broken, is broken; there is no way for him to get it back 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 had 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 make people regenerate after their severed limbs are broken."
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 Soul Fighting Arena in the future, he can take the code name of the Leftover Gun Ranger, but that gun has no tip and cannot kill people.
Or maybe being a commander without troops 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 afar.
"Morning!"
Xue Qinghe, who was having lunch with a golden spoon in hand, glanced coldly at Ye Qiu and ignored him.
"Your Highness, is it inappropriate 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.
He shrugged helplessly:
"I say, there's no need to be on guard against me like this, right? I've been fighting for you all night."
I wish you all a happy life!
(End of this chapter)