I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

this day.

Zhihui Lin was uncharacteristically quiet.

The reason was that Yan Jiu reopened the live broadcast and found the unconscious Lang Zongyi under the witness of netizens.

Yan Jiu said seriously, "Does it have to be like this?"

Half of the mountain god and Lang Zong lay under the same tree, and the contrast between one tall and one short, one old and one young was particularly sharp.

The mountain god compared himself to Yan Jiu, and said very seriously: "What if this man named Lang Yi doesn't want to take a photo with me after waking up? I have no choice but to take advantage of his danger."

Yan Jiu: "..." Do you know the meaning of the word taking advantage of others?The language has been learned in vain.

The reason why the mountain god was not calm was that after he discovered Lang Zongyi, he repeatedly compared the description of Tu Lanyi in the history books, and found that Lang Zongyi looked very much like Tu Lanyi.

It is simply the reincarnation of history.

In the face of idols and dignity, the mountain god resolutely abandons the dignity of God and clamors to take a photo with Lang Zongyi.

[This guy is so handsome, it's too foul, he didn't make his debut, it's the loss of internal entertainment! 】

[I just said why there is an extra pair of chopsticks in the live broadcast room. It turns out that I met the right dish again~]

[This "again" is very spiritual. 】

[Everyone be quiet, listen to me, I finally know who he looks like, like my husband who is far away in Zhihuilin. 】

[You are all thinking about eating!I am the palace! 】

Yan Jiu took a few photos with the mobile phone of the mountain god. She always has the feeling of taking children on a trip, taking pictures and checking in, and Lang Zongyi is that famous scenic spot.

Especially when the mountain god was anxious to see the effect of the photos taken, this feeling became stronger.

System: [I also secretly took a few photos, if the host wants it, I can pass it to the host~]

Yan Jiu: "..." Are one or two of you crazy?Are you really not afraid that the defendant will infringe on the right of portrait?

The mountain god on the side slides the photo album.

period.

He kept looking at Lang Zongyi's face.

The mountain god pondered: Who is this person?It actually looks like an evil ghost, which is not a good look.

Only people like Tu Lanyi with blood on their hands would entrust him with the appearance of an evil ghost. What did Lang Zongyi do in his previous life?Could it be the same as what happened to Turanyi?
Chen Cheng reminded: "The two of you are finished filming, you might as well check to see if Director Lang is in good health."

The mountain god who had already probed Lang Zongyi's pulse: "You still need to say, it's an afterthought!"

Following hermaphrodites and exhibitionists, Chen Cheng's trip to return to the forest has another nickname of afterthought.

Chen Cheng tried hard not to let his anger attack him, he gritted his teeth and looked at Yan Jiu, who was born to restrain him.

Yan Jiu pressed Lang Zongyi's acupoints: "Director Lang inhaled too much miasma when setting up the formation, and he's fine now."

[The anchor still sees a doctor? 】

【Except for the people who like to follow Bi Ga, my wife doesn't want to be too perfect. 】

[Woman, you have successfully caught my attention, I order you to get the certificate with me immediately!Dog's head holding a rose.jpg]

[How can there be beautiful men accidentally entering Zhihui Forest? This plot reminds me of Sleeping Beauty. 】

[It's really "oily" of you! 】

【Think boldly, what Master Jiu said earlier about saving people is actually saving this person. 】

[Master Jiu didn't clarify within three seconds, so I started spreading rumors about you two!Hey hey hey~~~]

Yan Jiu didn't know that the comments in the live broadcast room had changed directions. She looked at Lang Zongyi's unfinished formation.

There is no doubt that it is the sealing formation.

It's just that I don't know what happened to Lang Zongyi, who even risked his life to seal Zhihuilin's inner circle.

Yan Jiu looked towards the inner circle.

Zhihuilin and the others walked quickly for more than an hour before they got close to the inner circle, and they could see the vastness of the forest.

Yan Jiu had a faint premonition.

She might have to really flex her muscles.

Yan Jiu's face was pained.

In her previous life, every time she "made a big move", the blood in her pocket would be emptied once.

It will take her a long time to make up for it.

Today is busy looking for clients.

She didn't have time to resupply.

There is only a stack of talisman papers in his pocket so far.

Who knows if it's enough for fighting.

While Yan Jiu was deep in thought.

She didn't realize that the wolf tooth on Lang Zongyi's wrist was broken, and a wisp of remnant soul floated out of the wolf tooth silently, and finally got into the unconscious Lang Zongyi.

Immediately.

Lang Zong frowned.

Like being stuck in some kind of painful memory.

Tick.

Tick.

Lang Zongyi was knocked by the rain.

When he opened his eyes.

I found myself in a battlefield, an ancient battlefield where blood flowed into rivers and corpses were everywhere.

Death and blood filled Lang Zongyi's eyes.

Lang Zongyi couldn't help being a little surprised.

Is he dead?
Died in Liaozhihuilin?

So, what's going on now?

Lang Zongyi looked at his scarred hands and his body riddled with holes.

He knew that this body was not him.

According to the battle robe on his clothes, Lang Zongyi judged that he was possessed by a deceased general.

Lang Zongyi got used to his new body, knelt down on one knee, and barely got up while holding on to a saber.

A memory hits my face.

"It's Turanyi who got you all involved."

"I don't regret my death, but I can't harm everyone..."

"If you continue to follow me, you will die without a place to die..."

"I have come to lure the enemy with my body, there is no need to persuade!"

The memory suddenly turned, and the voices of countless soldiers filled Lang Zongyi's mind.

"The last general swears to follow the general to the death!"

"Without generals, there would be no Qingqi Army..."

"If the general doesn't allow me to follow, I will kill myself! Go explore the road to Huangquan for the general!"

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Lang Zongyi held the saber to his death.

The memory of every single word was too heavy, bending his back little by little.

He looks out at the rain.

A section of the navy blue flag was broken, but it was still firmly held in the hand of a soldier, standing still.

Lang Zongyi looked around.

The sound of swords and swords seemed to be still in my ears.

The smell of rotting corpses filled the nostrils.

Dissipated a bit under the baptism of rain.

This body was shot with several arrows, and it was supposed to die from exhaustion, but he strangely borrowed the corpse to return its soul.

Lang Zong considered every word: "Tulan Yi? General Turan of the Ming Dynasty?"

He struggled to move half a step.

And when he saw the reflection in the puddle, he couldn't help being a little shocked.

This face was very similar to his face.

Just more vicissitudes.

In particular, there was a finger-long scar between the eyebrows and eyes, which forcibly turned a face into a vicious one.

He wants to talk.

But found it impossible to speak.

Without waiting for him to figure out the status quo.

Lang Zongyi found himself pushed out of the body.

In the state of his soul, he saw the body fall, in the pool of blood of his companions who depended on life and death.

soon.

A group of cavalry came in the rain, and the leading man in green fell off his horse and knelt in the distance, not daring to approach.

The wolf howl suddenly sounded, from far to near.

Lang Zongyi looked at the gray wolf who was running towards him, and the gray wolf came panting and led the cavalry through the rain.

The wolf bent its forelegs.

It first stared at Lang Zongyi viciously, then tilted its head suspiciously.

Lang Zongyi's words were interrogative sentences, but his tone was affirmative: "Can you see me?"

Gray Wolf's tail quivered.

There was a sudden unbearable expression in his human eyes.

When all the soldiers exclaimed.

The gray wolf pounced on the general's body, took a bite, and ran away without turning his head.

"General, General, he will be humiliated after his death!?"

"It really is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

"Master Military Advisor, let me wait to kill..."

The man in Tsing Yi interrupted the indignant speech, and he raised his eyes to look in Lang Zongyi's direction.

Said a sentence: "Everything has a definite number."

The wind blows.

swept across the entire desert.

The heavy rain poured down like a sharp sword.

The man in Tsing Yi knelt straight on the ground.

Put the palm of the left hand on the back of the right hand, place it on the forehead, make the shoulders level with the hand, and bend down respectfully.

"Officer An Gong sent General Turan off."

The voice did not fall.

The cavalry all knelt down.

"Congratulations to General Turan!"

The heavy rain is like countless whips.

Hit everyone hard in the face.

It also hit Lang Zongyi's heart.

Lang Zongyi couldn't tell what it was like, he seemed to have received the ceremony of all the soldiers for the dead general.

But does he deserve it?

And why did he come here?
(`It’s the end of the month, please ask for a monthly ticket. Carrot is working hard to save the manuscript, and I will take the time to update it during the May Day holiday~