917. Fighting

Style: Historical Author: A book full of poems and thousands of flowersWords: 2047Update Time: 24/01/11 18:58:56
Zhuzi took out a box of chocolates from his arms. This is used to refresh yourself during field work. This stuff is super high in calories. It can save lives when there is no food.

Yang Fan was matched with scouts, also known as scouts, and Ye Bushou. Even teams performing special missions are also allocated. Of course, this is definitely not Dove.

One is because of the price. Another reason is more important. That is, this life-saving ration cannot be too delicious. People in this era are even rare to buy sugar. Not to mention the chocolate.

If the chocolate is too delicious, you may not be able to control your cravings and eat it as a snack. By the time you really need it, it will be gone. Therefore, in addition to functionality, the chocolate distributed by the army cannot pay attention to taste, and must be made to be particularly unpalatable.

Hong'er curled her lips and said, "Keep the one you use for military purposes, it's too unpalatable."

Hong'er followed Lin Yueru, eating and drinking well. I have developed an appetite for a long time.

The Yang family's wealth is at the top of this era, and even the emperor's life cannot compare. Hong'er can often drink Bordeaux wine, French champagne, and the best brandy at her residence. You can often drink good domestic liquor.

Xiao Niangpi and Lin Yueru love chocolate very much. Yang Fan was worried that they would have tooth decay, so he refused to feed them. Control the amount, but during the holidays, the master will give out big gift packages to all the beautiful girls in the inner house. There is usually Dove inside.

Hong'er took out two pieces of Dove dark chocolate from her arms and handed one to Zhu Zhu.

"Brother Zhuzi, I can't bear to eat yours, so just eat mine."

Zhu Zhu looked at the dark chocolate wrapped in plastic paper in his hand and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He had only heard of this kind of chocolate and had never had the chance to eat it. Only the master has this kind of thing. No one knows where these high-end goods come from. Legend has it that it was transported by sea ship from America.

Zhuzi put the chocolate into his mouth. Dove's dark chocolate has a very rich taste and a particularly silky texture. It's the best dark chocolate.

Zhu Zhu smiled mischievously and said: "Oh, how can I be so lucky to be able to eat Dove dark chocolate? Hey, why does it smell so good? It smells so good."

The chocolate in my hand exudes a faint fragrance. It should be that Hong'er just took it out of her arms. It also has a girl's body fragrance on it.

Hong'er blushed with embarrassment. But my heart is very sweet.

Although Brother Zhuzhu cared about her and was considerate before, he never made fun of her. Always serious.

"Does it smell good, Brother Zhuzhu? If you like it, I can smell it for you every day from now on."

After saying that, Hong'er snuggled over and hugged one of Zhu Zhu's arms.

In the breeze, the hair was blown and swept across the pillar's cheek, itching and feeling a little tingling. Zhu Zhu couldn't help but hug Hong'er's waist.

A faint fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, and Zhuzi felt so comfortable and at ease for the first time in his life. I really want to do nothing and be with the girl I like every day.

No wonder the master said that Wenwen Township is the Tomb of Heroes, and it doesn’t matter if the Eastern Division enters Shenyang.

This was a poem that I read when I was talking about the Liao-Shen War between the Ming Dynasty and Jiannu in class. No one knows which Ming general the master is mocking. The master did not explain.

Some students asked at that time who Zhao Si, Zhu Wu and Butterfly were. The master said that beauty is a disaster. At this moment, Zhu Zhu felt deeply that this thing was really corrosive.

The two of them were warming themselves by the fire, showing rare tenderness.

Someone came out of the darkness. He whispered: "We have already contacted the people in Black Tiger Mountain. At four o'clock in the morning, five hundred horse bandits will raid the camel team to create an opportunity for us. We took advantage of the chaos to pull out the buried nails of the Fan family. "

The pillar was not looking in that direction. He just nodded and said: "Let everyone have a good rest and get up at three o'clock. Be prepared."

The man in the darkness retreated. It's like it never came at all.

"Brother Zhuzhu, are you going to take action tomorrow morning?" Hong'er asked.

"Well, we can't keep these scourges. When we arrive in Shenyang, we must take away General Liu Xingzuo's mother as soon as possible. That is the lair of the slaves, the den of the dragon and the tiger. We are in a hurry, because the secret will definitely be revealed after a long time. So, at the beginning , we can’t leave any hidden dangers.”

In the early morning, everyone in the camel team was sleeping.

Pulling camels is not an easy job, and everyone is exhausted at the end of the day. Sleeping extremely deeply. Early morning is the sleepiest time of the day. Except for a few guys on duty, everyone else was asleep.

Fan Zhui is different from the other six people. He always sleeps cross-legged, never lying down.

He was a light sleeper. He will open his eyes when there is a slight breeze. This person is thin and fair-skinned, and his hands are very well maintained. It looks like a woman's hand.

However, when Zhuzi saw him for the first time, he noticed these hands.

At that time Zhuzhu found an excuse to come over and borrow the fire sickle for use.

Fan Zhui was sitting like this on a dirty three-foot-square blanket. I closed my eyes and meditated, put my hand under my belly button, and casually made a secret.

Zhuzi's eyelids twitched.

These hands are white and tender. Definitely not what a normal person should look like.

If something goes wrong, it must be a monster. This is what the instructor of the special training class repeatedly emphasized. He had heard a rumor. All people in the world who practice internal martial arts will absorb a kind of energy in the atmosphere. This energy is very pure. These people call this energy "Qi".

However, this kind of pure Qi is most afraid of one kind of person. This kind of person is the person who practices Iron Sand Palm.

There are real and fake iron sand palms. It is said that the hands of people who have received the true transmission are particularly white and tender because they are maintained with special medicine. As for the popular Iron Palm, the training method is wrong. Stir-fry hot iron sand until your hands look like pine bark.

People will know at a glance that you are practicing Iron Sand Palm. Naturally, I will be on guard against you.

Because the real Iron Sand Palm absorbs the turbid air from the rust. If you are beaten by such a person, your Qi will be polluted. It's very difficult to drain out, very troublesome. Therefore, they all hate this kind of person very much.

Therefore, the authentic hand-soaking potion contains a large number of beauty ingredients. Her hands are as white and tender as a woman's. Only by surprise. Knock someone out with one palm.

"When I launch a surprise attack later, you are behind me. Don't show off. You are no match for the leader. I will kill him with a firecracker." Zhuzi said slowly.

"Well, I listen to you." Hong'er was very obedient. At this time, she didn't care about anything but her brother Zhuzi. Whatever Brother Zhuzi says is whatever he says.

At three o'clock in the morning, Zhuzi opened his eyes on time. Looking at the stars in the sky, Hong'er woke up. The action is about to begin.