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Chapter Eightieth

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    It was too late when Wanyao heard movement from above, and a dazzling flame crashed down with scalding heat.

    There was a "thud" in her heart, it was obviously too late to think about hiding, and Huaisheng was not by her side, so there was no time to save her in such a short time.

    Seeing that the heat wave is approaching, the hands and feet are far less responsive than the brain.

    In an instant, a shadow suddenly cast behind her, Wan Yao seemed to realize that someone had blocked her without a trace, and the long pole hit her back, making a dull movement.

    It's very strange, even though I have never seen the other person's face, there is always an extremely familiar feeling.

    It seems that the same scene has happened many times before.

    Suddenly, a strong force hit her from behind, pushing her a few feet away with extreme speed and urgency.

    Along with the noise of the crowd, blown windows and flagpoles crackled everywhere.

    Wan Yao wanted to turn around for a moment, but the other side's push was too cheap, and she couldn't stand still. After a few staggers, she fell to the ground.

    Surrounded by frightened people running around, they passed by like headless chickens.  Just as Wan Yao raised his head, Huai Sheng had already pushed through the crowd and ran to him, reaching out his hand to support him.

    The guys and brothers followed closely behind, and surrounded her in a panic, "Girl, is it okay?"

    "I just saw the pole fall down, you didn't hurt anywhere, did you?"

    Wan Yao shook Huai Sheng's hand and stood up: "I'm fine."

    The fireworks that caused the riots all over the street can be considered to have stopped, but the tavern suffered a tragic disaster, causing a catastrophe for no reason.

    While beating his chest and stamping his feet, the shopkeeper did not forget to call for Xiao Er to carry water to put out the fire.

    Xiang Huan put his hands on the ground and struggled to lift off the long pole that was pressing on his back.

    This blow was not light, and he felt that the "three knives and six holes" on his body were all cracked, and blood was pouring from every place.

    "Hey, little brother." The passers-by watching him saw that he had just received that blow, and rushed to help pat off the sparks on his clothes, "You are really capable, and you are not afraid of smashing yourself to death"

    After speaking, he helped him up and asked, "How is it? Do you need to see a doctor?"

    Xiang Huan pressed the wound on his waist, waved his hands to indicate that he was okay, he gently wiped the cold sweat from his lips with the back of his hand, and when he looked up, he saw Wan Yao talking to the people accompanying him.

    She didn't seem to be injured, and she even shook her head with a smile at the people around her, her eyes gleaming with fire, probably saying that she was fine.

    Xiang Huan just glanced at it like that, and suddenly looked away a little tired.  He couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment, but he just picked up the lion's head scattered on the ground and walked back slowly.

    When Wanyao looked over from the crowd, all she saw was this figure from the back, but before she could see clearly, the boy disappeared in the crowd in an instant.

    The bustle of the border town was disrupted by the sudden fire, and the lights on the way home were dimmed.

    When Xiang Huan walked to the side of the stone bridge, he felt that he couldn't hold on any longer. The palm covering the wound was sticky and warm. He stood on the stone railing for a moment, and when he pulled his hand away, there was a clear smear of blood on it.  fingerprint.

    Xiang Huan stopped on the shore of the lake and sat down with difficulty.  His wounds burst open and he needed to be dealt with as soon as possible. He hadn't had a good rest for a while, old injuries and new injuries were all repeated, and he still hasn't healed.

    He threw that ridiculous outfit by his side, untied his blood-stained robe, and the cool lake breeze blew slowly, carrying a faint fishy smell.

    If the sky was not so dark, bystanders would clearly see that the small piece of water in front of them was stained a very light red with blood, and the ripples spread in all directions.

    Xiang Huan was concentrating on cleaning the wound, when suddenly, the habit of fighting all the year round made him aware of a series of footsteps approaching behind him.

    He was stunned for a moment, as if he had an indescribable premonition, the beating in his chest accelerated for no reason, he hesitated for a moment, but still turned his head nonchalantly.

    The crescent moon was half hidden in the clouds, and the girl was standing under a tree a few steps away, like a flower blooming silently, with a pair of bright eyes that could not discern the expression in the dark night.

    She was actually behind him.

    Seeing Xiang Huan's injury with her own eyes, Wan Yao was still quietly taken aback.

    At first she had doubts when watching the lion dance on the street, but Xiang Huan's blocking of the stick further deepened her suspicion.  Following the blood on the ground all the way to find it, what I saw was such a picture.

    Probably because the light was too dark, he looked like a crimson ghost, as if he had been fished out of blood.

    Even if it is just a flesh wound, if it does not heal for a long time, it will causeWalking from house to house, I saw Xiang Huan rummaging through boxes and cabinets for things along the way.

    "Didn't you stay with Wanyao? You don't want a wife anymore?"

    He kept moving, "I came from her."

    After listening to Xiang Huan's concise statement, the latter was stunned for a long time, "What, what do you mean? What is the mystery of her words, I don't understand why."

    Xiang Huan dug out a measuring ruler in the warehouse, tried it in his hand, and quickly said: "When I was young, Wanyao and I made a revolving lantern, but one time I got into a fight with someone and broke the lantern."

    He opened the drawer, huffed and picked up a stack of blank papers, "She was crying so much at that time, I had to say that I would make another one to compensate her another day, maybe there were too many things after that, I forgot for a while, she  Didn't mention it either."

    Yu Fei thought to himself: You have done this immoral thing since you were young.

    After thinking about it again, I came back to it again: Damn, you two were so tired and crooked when you were young!

    Xiang Yuanyuan tilted her head and watched him busy: "Brother, what are you writing?"

    "Write a list."

    Xiang Huan filled a sheet of paper with pen and ink, and stopped a servant passing by on the way out.

    "I want to buy all the things on it for me."

    Seeing that the other party took the money, Xiang Yuanyuan wondered, "You do it yourself? How about that revolving lantern?"

    "I don't do it myself, and I don't have to sell it here." After finishing speaking, he frowned and pressed lightly on his waist injury, and pushed the little girl in front of him forward, "Don't get in the way, go to the kitchen and make a bowl of medicine.  Your brother is dying."

    The latter took advantage of the momentum and jumped forward two steps, and gave a rather obedient oh.

    But Yu Fei counted with his fingers beside him: "The twenty-seventh of the twelfth lunar monththen there are still three days left, can you do it?"

    "I have nothing to do now, three days will definitely be enough." As he walked, he was confident.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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