Questions and Returns - Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd

Liu Fan was about to go to bed when he suddenly saw Yao Se running over.

"what happened?"

"Hammer." Yao Se took a few breaths and said, "His Highness Ninth Let you go."

"I?"

"you."

"past?"

"past."

"Now?"

"Now."

Liu Fang was dumbfounded.

He hasn't done anything bad recently.

Yao Se pulled Liu Fan, who was wondering if he had committed murder or arson recently, with a bewildered face, and walked to the tent door, and pushed Liu Fan inside.

The last sentence Liu Fan heard was what Yao Se uttered quickly a moment before he pushed him.

"Big brother, take care, good people will live a safe life."

So Liu Yan staggered into the tent, raised his eyes, and the figure he had been thinking about met his eyes.

The tenderness in the eyes faded, replaced by a slight sense of alienation, the ink hair was loose, and the moment was elegant.

Liu Fan was slightly dazed.

Before the case, Su Xun raised his head, his deep eyes looked into his heart.

"King...sledgehammer, huh?"

"It's the small one."

"Why volunteer for the army?"

Liu Yan didn't expect to ask such a question, he was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Accompany me brother."

A dim light flashed in Su Xun's eyes, and he asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"It doesn't matter if you die, it doesn't matter if you live, it doesn't matter if you die or not."

Su Xun was silent for a few moments, and said, "Go down."

Liu Fan took a few steps back, turned around and wanted to leave.

There was a breeze in the ear, and a cold air hit the neck, Liu Yu subconsciously turned his hand and slashed down with a knife.

There was a stabbing pain, and when Liu Yan realized it, his wrist was already grabbed by someone.

"After a thorough investigation, it seems that there is no one in the army who is related to you by blood." Su Xun said slowly in a voice that only two people could hear.

"You are the only one who volunteered to join the army." Su Xun pinched Liu Fang's neck from behind with another cool hand, "Some people think you are Qin Cang's spy."

With his wrist still being grabbed, Liu Yan scolded Su Xun in his heart while struggling, to no avail.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Fang was pulled onto the table, and both wrists were quickly tied up with cloth strips. Su Xun leaned over, and his hands gradually went up from Liu Fang's neck, and touched a little gap between the fake leather and his face. Su Xun Gently pick it with your fingertips and tear off a layer of skin.

An ordinary face came into view.

"Who is your brother?"

"Wang... Dashi."

Su Xun let him go and untied the cloth strip.

"Why is it easy?"

"I don't want him to know." This time it was the truth.

"Sorry, business, offended."

Liu Fan got up, picked up the piece of skin, said nothing, and left.

But I always feel a line of sight following me.

Looking back, Su Xun was looking down at the bamboo slips in his hand.

Liu Fan came out of the tent with a face of bewilderment, looked at the piece of skin in his hand, frowned slightly, and threw the thing in his hand into the burning brazier.

With a few "squeaky snaps," the skin began to burn, and then turned into ashes.

When Liu Fan returned to the tree, the sky was so dark that he couldn't see his surroundings clearly. He jumped onto the branch and lay down gently.

"You know, he told me to come over just now." Liu Fan said to the tree.

"I was scared and looking forward, thinking he would find me, but he didn't."

"That's fine, anyway, it's a joke for him."

After a day of strenuous exercise, and just now suffered a mental shock, Liu Fang's voice gradually became smaller and then disappeared as he spoke.

If there seems to be nothing, there is a burst of even breathing.

Liu Fan fell asleep.

He slept very, very deeply.

The branches gradually stretched, and they reached into the tent where Liu Yu was sleeping, picked out his quilt, and then covered Liu Yu's body.