'I don't believe it! I don't believe it! You lied to me, right?'

With shocked eyes and unbelievable grief, the beautiful man quickly wrote in the waiter's hand with shock and emotion.

"Lie to you? Does the villain have the guts to lie to you? If the villain deceives you, the prince must not tear the villain down like a pillar? A head hanging lightly on the top of the pillar?"

The handsome man was so excited and refused to admit the evil deeds of Long Liang's army that the waiter was so angry that he wanted to throw away his hands and leave.

If it weren't for the fact that there were parents, siblings at home who needed his care, the waiter would not have planned to continue arguing with the beautiful man in a friendly manner.[

"Uh! Uh!"

Just as he was holding the waiter's arm to write, the handsome man suddenly smelled the stronger smell of blood blown by the wind. His body trembled, vomited, staggered, and almost fell to the ground and rolled down the hill.

"Mr. Wang, just listen to the villain's advice and stop reading. What can you do to stop it? Those people are all dead and deserve no sympathy and pity."

What he said is true.

If women are treated like they are not adults, what is there to sympathize with?

Their death is an atonement for the serious evil they committed during their lifetime, as it should be!

Well deserved death!

"Um!"

The soles of his feet felt weak from vomiting, as if he had stepped on thick cotton, and he could not find his center of gravity when walking. The handsome man held the waiter's arm and walked back to the soft sedan parked on the side of the road in a state of devastation. He sat in and got up from the sedan chair.

camp.

That night, the beautiful man had a terrible dream that made him tired.

In his dream, he saw many headless corpses reaching out to him, saying with great sadness, "Give me my head! Give me my head!"

The blood flowed freely from the chopped-down bodies, splattering all over them, so that his dreamland was filled with a strangely bright red color.

"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!"

For four or five consecutive days, the beautiful man continued to be plagued by nightmares.

The dreams became complicated and confusing. Sometimes the handsome man saw the headless corpse of a male soldier begging for his head. Sometimes he saw the woman he cared about being pinned down by several men and taking turns to humiliate him. Or his woman was being raped by men.

The soldiers chopped off their hands and feet and roasted them in a brazier before being forced to feed them and eat them.

"Smoke! Smoke! Smoke!"

I woke up from the dream, dripping with sweat!

His clothes were all wet, and the handsome man's face was pale.

‘The dark clouds in Xiaoshan cover the sky, except for the black frost, it is still freezing cold.[

The wind is cold and cold by the Naihe Bridge, and a bowl of Meng Po's Soul-stopping Soup.'

"Alas! Where to go, where to follow."

After staying up all night, a handsome man wearing a cotton velvet military jacket sat in front of the table in his room, writing a poem, a seven-character sad poem with ancient meanings, describing the eternal joys and sorrows of parting.

"Mr. Wang, you haven't slept all night again? How can you recover from your injuries? I've made you some ginger-date syrup. Drink it while it's hot. It will warm your body, which is chilled by the morning air, so as not to catch a cold.

I feel uncomfortable."

Before dawn, the waiter saw the candles burning in his master's room. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and ran to the stove to make a bowl of soup to warm the beautiful man's stomach and bring it to him instead of morning tea.

drink.

"Thank you! Thank you! Good! Drink!"

The ginger-date syrup contains the sweet and slightly spicy flavor of ginger, mixed with the fresh and refreshing flavor of jujube velvet. It is the best thing to wake up and warm up the body.
Chapter completed!