Rebirth: Degenerate Slave Abuses Tyrant

Sima Qingsha ordered the site to camp, and he came to the rear army. He saw that Luo Wei was still there, and his uneasiness disappeared.

"How is the battle?" Rowe asked not to wait for Sima Qingsha to stand down and stand in front of the horse in Sima Qingsha.

"The Wushuang Iron Ride is still there, this is the battle situation," Sima Qingsha said, he was about to kneel down and saw Luo Wei's hand in front of himself. He was also welcome. He grabbed Luo Wei's hand and whispered to Luo Weidao. : "Mo is still very sorrowful."

Luo Wei also whispered to Sima Qingsha: "When dying, don't say that he is still a sang, even if Mo Sang is a livestock, he will fight hard. I am just curious, this Wushuang iron ride actually wants He lived with him."

Sima Qingsha walked forward and did not loosen Luo Wei’s hand.

Luo Wei turned back and rushed to defend and made a gesture of staying, and was taken away by Sima Qing.

"Clouds, I am telling you the truth," Sima Qingsha went all the way to Rovira, and went to the place where no one was, only stood up, and said to Luo Weidao: "I am afraid of the iron frost, but this army I only recognize one Mosang, I have no way."

"The face is dirty," Rowe handed his own towel to Sima Qingsha. "Scratch it."

Sima Qingsha took the towel, and squatted in his hand, and did not wipe his face, letting the mud on his face dry up into pieces.

"The army is made up of people," Luo Wei advised Sima Qingsha: "The northern country men are all martial arts people. As long as they have the heart, it is not difficult for him to form a famous iron horse. It is a pity that this is not a sorrow. How do you look at the evil spirits and see if you are the Lord of the Lord?"

"He and the evil spirits," Sima Qingsha said half of it, it seems that there is an unspeakable general, no longer said.

"I know that the evil lady is from Wushuang Mo's," said Luo Weidao. "Is this one of the reasons?"

"Mo Huasang must die," Sima Qingsha looked at the mud under his feet, and said to Luo Weidao: "Clouds, I let you also get dirty."

"The road is like this, no one can do anything," Luo Wei smiled indifferently. "His Highness also relaxed his mind, once failed, and two times. Mo is still alone in the army, there is no grain, he can't last long." ”

"I really can't bear it," Sima Qingsha muttered.

Luo Wei can only stand next to Sima Qingsha, thinking that any one of the kings of a country can not bear such a general and such an army? Mo Huan Sang, Luo Wei read the name, suddenly became curious about this person, what kind of person is this? Such a desperate situation, but also the beasts of the beasts, in order to be a Sima Yi evil, regardless of it, what is it for?

Just as Sima Qing’s salad and Luo Wei poured out bitter water, more than a dozen of defending dragons and dragons were watching the camp that Bei Yanjun arranged for them.

"This is the bed book of your Highness?" asked the defender, pointing to a warm account next to him.

"Yeah," the quartermaster said with a smile on his face: "The land here is still clean, and His Royal Highness is specifically told."

The defending champion still wants to talk. Long Xuan pulls the defending hand behind him, so that the defending don't talk. He is very gracious to this military service official: "Thank you, let's go to the account for my family."

"Please," the quartermaster said diligently: "There is nothing missing, the adult will come to the next officer, and the lower official must be done for the grown-up."

In the ten mouths of the dragon, he said that he must walk into the warm account with the defending people. Because the bed was to be rented to Luo Wei, the stove had already burned up, and the temperature was much higher than the outside. Several people went to the account, did not speak, looked at each other, lived under the eyes of others, they want to escape, this is even more difficult.

After Luo Wei came back, he looked at his tent and comforted the sullen people around him and said, "If you really fight, who can still care for us, we can escape as soon as we can."

Wei Tai doctor sat on the stove next to the pill, and then he said: "You still have more clothes and look for good boots. If we run into the swamp, don't look at your martial arts, really enter it. The martial arts of the fart are useless."

For Wei Tai’s mouth to vomit dirty words, Luo Wei did not respond to a few people. Wei Tai’s **** on the road has already lost his clean and elegant image in the hospital. Rowe said: "Are you in the swamp?"

"Going in," Wei Tai said: "When I was studying medicine, I also went to the swamp to collect medicine. There is no place in the world where I have not been."

"That's great," Luo Wei finally thought that he was bringing Wei Tai doctor, it was the right thing.

"The son," Wei Taiyi did not swear to Luo Weidao: "In fact, I always wanted to tell you that life is not so fun."

Luo Wei pretended not to hear Wei Tai’s words and asked Wei Tai’s doctor: “What are you doing?”

"Where do I go to give the son a soup when I escape?" Wei Tai said: "Make a pill, let the son eat on the road."

"Then why didn't you do this early?" Dragon Twelve also took medicine for Luo Wei, knowing that Luo Wei had a soup that was too bitter to get into the mouth, and immediately asked.

"This is just a temporary need!" Wei Tai doctor blows his beard to the dragon twelve, how can this group of people, even Luo Wei, in his opinion, do not understand anything? "The medicine is still good for the juice, and you have to ask me if you want this!!"

Dragon 12 bowed his head and said: "I am not a doctor."

"What are you talking about?" Wei Taiyi looked angry.

"It’s hard for you to be a great Wei," Rowe was busy rounding the field: "I will let them go out and look for swamp clothes and boots."

More than a dozen people in the dragon were busy going out of the account, for fear of ignoring Wei Tai’s doctor.

The defending champion also had to leave, but he was stopped by Wei Taiji. "Oh, your father’s son is half a bucket of water, do you want me to be half a bucket of water?"

Wei Wei listened to Wei Tai’s words and tried to run but was caught by Luo Wei. This is the person Luo Wei put in his heart. When he heard that Wei Tai’s doctor was wrong, he asked Wei Tai’s doctor: “What do you mean by this? What happened to him?”

"I don't have anything," defending said to Rovi, still have to go.

Luo Wei will not let go of the defending.

"The son of a son will not be martial. Now I can reach you with your hand. Do you still say that you have nothing?" Wei Tai doctor put the good pills and put them up, and squatted on the robes on his body. come over.

"What happened to you?" Rowe stared at the defending question, and Wei Tai said this, and he realized that the defending action today was slower than usual.

"Wei Tai doctor," Wei Wei asked Wei Tai to say: "You can't open my jokes like this, the son will be anxious."

"You really have a problem, your family is really anxious to die," Wei Taiji came over and lifted his foot to kick the defending knee.

The defending father hid in the past.

Wei Taiyi said: "You can pull him well, this person is not honest in front of the doctor."

"Wei Tai doctor!"

"Guarding!"

The two shouted together.

"shàng\'chuáng is lying down, let me see," Wei Taiji said with a smile: "If we are sick, we will cure the disease. What is this shouting?"

"Shàng\'chuáng, ah," Rowe pushed the defending to the bedside.

The defending did not dare to work hard with Luo Wei, and Luo Wei was pushed to the bed.

"Look at these knees," Wei Tai doctor pointed at the defending swells and raised his knees to look at Luo Wei.

"How could this be?" Rowe was in a hurry.

"He should have been hurt here," Wei Tai’s hand pressed against the defending laps. "A person who has suffered a bone injury will not feel good in the rainy days."

Luo Wei’s face was suddenly changed. He just wanted to ask Wei Tai’s doctor what happened again. He discovered that Wei Tai’s doctor had already needled the defending’s double knees.

"His pants are all wet, and the son gives him a clean," Wei Tai doctor gave Luo Weidao.

Rowe went to the defending baggage, and the defending baggage was always put with him.

Wei Wei first resisted the pain and looked at Wei Tai’s needle in his red and swollen double knees. He suddenly remembered something, and Ronwei shouted: “The son!”

Luo Wei’s hand was already holding the little raft sent by Long Xuan, and turned to ask the defender: “Hey, what is this?”