After An Lushan got a satisfactory answer, he smiled. The sentence of asking Dugu Jian actually played the role of killing chickens and police monkeys, making others close their mouths tightly. Once the goal has been achieved, it is natural to be filled with joy.

"Come on,. ”

The wine was drunk for two hours, and everyone was drunk and dizzy.

However, no one dared to talk nonsense about An Lushan's Zhaoyi Baiyi Langjun for the sake of everyone's interests. Because, in my heart, I know very well the purpose of the combination of An Lushan and Baiyi Langjun, so I don't care about the pros and cons that exist in it. Even if they raise tigers, they no longer risk death to talk about it, and they can get by. Anyway, he is not a loyal cadre of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Cong is a big wine, but the white-clothed Langjun still left An Lushan's palace and walked to the medical hall with a belief.

His departure, this opportunity has been waiting for a long time, how can Gongsun Wen let go of such an opportunity, follow him, and wait for the opportunity to act.

Half of the way to the hospital hall had passed, and I came to a pool, which was not large, and there were more than a dozen steps in radius. There is a small narrow and long bridge over the pool, which is the standard means of transportation through this pool.

The white-clothed Langjun looked at the environment in front of him slightly, and felt that there was no danger, so he walked up with confidence.

The length of the bridge is not wide, and one person can walk only wonderfully. After more than 20 steps, he will get off the bridge in the blink of an eye, and just as he is getting off the bridge, a big blood-red hand will come to him.

Although the white-clothed Langjun was dizzy, he still had a clear sense of prevention against the sudden danger, and it was too late to make a move to fight, but the spirit sword did not slack off at all, and appeared and stabbed him head-on.

The spirit sword was equally powerful, and it shattered the blood-red hand, and it was not vulnerable to a blow at all.

The white-clothed Langjun couldn't help but be surprised, good guy, so dangerous. Vigilantly swept the surrounding environment, did not find any hidden dangers, and shouted with confidence, clown, who is playing prank?

I knew in my heart that such a masterpiece was naturally inseparable from a flower, but she didn't show up, which showed that it was inconvenient to directly confront herself, after all, now she was a subordinate of the same master.

Thinking about this, I didn't want to entangle with her, and I was worried that everyone would be victimized again, so I went straight away.

After walking a few steps, a familiar voice shouted, Brother Lang Jun, wait for me.

Wen'er.

The white-clothed Langjun hurriedly stopped and turned around, and when he saw Gongsun Wen falling to the ground, he shouted to himself with difficulty, in order to let himself go over and help her.

How can such a situation happen to her, but she has promised not to let her be hurt in any way for the rest of her life.

hurriedly ran over, grabbed Gongsun Wen's hand desperately and pulled her up and said, "Why are you so careless!"

In the heart of a flower, this true spirit is really a pair made in heaven, and the love is deep. It's a pity that after Gongsun Wen suffered thousands of kinds of torture, everything was wrong. However, even so, this guy is still in love and does not give up.

Now is the right time, when to wait?

Taking advantage of the fact that the white-clothed Langjun was still drunk, and he was wholeheartedly helping Gongsun Wen, he should have been undetectable about his sudden attack. Thinking of this, a palm struck at the chest of the white-clothed Langjun.

This move is vicious and spicy, and no one can defend against it, but with the spirit sword in his body, how can he ignore it. Just when Gongsun Wen made a move, the spirit sword suddenly appeared, and a white righteous qi rushed out, dissolving the fatal palm of a flower. Suddenly, the white-clothed Langjun suddenly woke up, and a flower also disappeared.

The white-clothed Langjun shook his head, still not awake enough, but his vague consciousness basically regained his consciousness.