The shouts of death continued throughout the middle of the night, and did not end until the fog and dew dripped onto Leng Yuhan's hands.

“It’s so cold!”

Shivering from the dew, Leng Yuhan moved his body and leaned towards the warm place around him.

'Does your forehead hurt?'

A considerate greeting from a kind-hearted person came from the palm of his hand. Leng Yuhan closed his mouth ungratefully and refused to answer.[

'You've been sleeping in a tree for half the night, aren't you tired?'

The kind person changed the question to show weakness to Leng Yuhan.

"Hanzu? Why did I fall asleep?"

When I opened my eyes, my vision was still blurry, but much clearer than last night.

Leng Yuhan tilted her head and looked at the man beside her, smiling.

'What is Yan'er laughing at?'

The man withdrew his eyes from the ground. There was a lot of sadness and compassion in his eyes.

"Thanks!"

Hugging the man's warm body, Leng Yuhan took the initiative to give her a good morning kiss, "Thank you Mo Feng for helping Yan'er!"

Shaking the branches and falling back to the ground, Leng Yuhan guessed that Ran Mofeng didn't really want to see him now.

After all, no man will be in a good mood after being forced to do something he doesn't want to do.

"Be careful."

The man blurted out anxious words when he saw Leng Yuhan walking unsteadily.

"Don't worry! I'm fine! Mo Feng first calm down the mood that was disturbed by Yan'er!"

Waving his hands in the direction of the branch to express his well-being, Leng Yuhan didn't take a step until the man's figure left the branch.

“So slippery!!”

As soon as he took a step, his feet were soaked with liquid that was either water or ice. Leng Yuhan lost his footing and fell hard to the ground.

"Isn't the war over? Why is there no one to help me when I fall? Yuzhuang? Yuzhuang?"

Calling out the name of the person he most wanted to see at this moment, Leng Yuhan stretched out his hand and scratched the ground, trying to stand up.[

"Yuzhuang? Where are you? Why haven't you come to see me yet?"

Unable to see anything clearly in front of him, Leng Yuhan became inexplicably panicked in his blindness.

Fumbling for his way, Leng Yuhan would stumble over obstacles under his feet every few steps he took.

"ah!"

After falling on something soft, Leng Yuhan swallowed and reached down with trembling hands.

Thick straight eyebrows, bulging eyes, high arm bones, and lips and teeth that were unwilling to die and opened their mouths to cry for help, it was a man's head that had been chopped off with a machete.

Because Leng Yuhan couldn't see anything, he accidentally put his hand into the skull's mouth and touched the stiff tongue inside the skull.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Unprecedented fear, accompanied by a strong resistance to death, swept into Leng Yuhan's mind without warning, forming all kinds of horrifying scenes. Leng Yuhan seemed to hear many resentful voices asking for debts from him.

"No! No! I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! Yuzhuang, save me! Lin, save me! Save me, save me! Don't take me away! Don't take me away! Ah! Ah!

"

Leng Yuhan ran away like crazy. The more he tripped over his limbs, the more he kept getting up and running.

Fall down and get up, get up and fall again, again and again.

While running, he shouted, "Yuzhuang, save me! Lin, save me!"

"Yan'er?"

At the perimeter of the artillery camp, Mo Yuzhuang, who had been looking for Leng Yuhan most of the night, had just stepped into the gate of the artillery camp when she saw Leng Yuhan running around the artillery camp like a little lunatic, as if he had lost his mind.

"Yuzhuang, save me! Save me! Woohoo!"

After running so fast that he no longer had the strength to move an inch, Leng Yuhan sat on the ground desperately and helplessly, sobbing and crying.

"Yan'er?"

The cold rain in his eyes was dirty and messy, his forehead was oozing with blood stains, his eyes were empty and lifeless, his expression was dull and dull, he was sitting alone on the ground crying with tears streaming down his face, he was humble and pitiful.

Mo Yuzhuang stopped in front of Leng Yuhan and squatted down.

Is this woman who looks like a child still the charming and seductive woman from last night?

"Yan'er? Why is this happening? Who hurt you?"[

Mo Yuzhuang moved forward, and Leng Yuhan moved back a little. The distance to avoid was not large, just out of Mo Yuzhuang's reach.

"Yan'er? I am Yuzhuang, Yan'er's Yuzhuang!"

Mo Yuzhuang did not dare to get too close to Leng Yuhan, fearing that Leng Yuhan would have strong feelings of resistance.

"Yuzhuang?"

Suspicious to stop crying, Leng Yuhan stretched out his hands to touch the source of the sound.

"Yan'er? Can't you see Yu Zhuang?"

Mo Yuzhuang's heart sank, suppressing her emotional anger, Mo Yuzhuang's clenched knuckles cracked.

"Yuzhuang? You are not my king's Yuzhuang! There is my king's heart in Yuzhuang, but you don't! You are not my king's Yuzhuang!"

With his hands gesturing wildly in front of his chest, Leng Yuhan couldn't help but step back, further away from Mo Yuzhuang.

"Heart? That red thing?"

"That's my king's RMB! It's the only thing I brought from that world. But you tore it! Your language is bad!"

Leng Yuhan pouted her mouth angrily and angrily patted the liquid flowing on the ground.

"Alas! Yan'er is right, Yuzhuang is bad! Yuzhuang is very bad!"

Mo Yuzhuang was made to laugh or cry by Leng Yuhan's one-sided denial. She was neither angry nor angry.

Once upon a time, Shi Hanyan, the ninth prince of Huangfeng Kingdom, had such a distinguished appearance!

"Haha! You also agree that Yuzhuang is bad, right? Then you are a good person! I want to hug you!"

Twisting her shoulders coquettishly, Leng Yuhan took the initiative to crawl towards Mo Yuzhuang. Before Mo Yuzhuang had time to react, he raised his hand and grabbed the hem of Mo Yuzhuang's clothes, and crawled onto Mo Yuzhuang's body bit by bit, tightly.

He hugged her, and from time to time rubbed his cheek against the white new clothes on Mo Yuzhuang's chest.

"Oh! Hug! Hug!"
Chapter completed!