The husband is actually time-traveling!

Chapter 72 Codex Memories Kill
In the quiet room, the only sound was the brush of Huo Xiangyun's pen on the page.

But after a few breaths, another person came in through the door.

Wanyanjing heard the noise and wanted to raise her head curiously to see who it was, but Huo Xiang was still writing his own words and had no intention of greeting the newcomer. It was obvious that the new person had won his trust.

The crimson figure approached slowly, and stood in front of the desk that was only a few feet away from Huo Xiang. Someone came to look at the young man standing aside, and at the handwriting that Huo Xiang was about to finish copying, frowning.

"Are you sure this can work? I'm not questioning you, but I'm afraid I have to bring you bad news. Xiazhuang's [-] troops have already passed Surabaya."

Hearing this familiar female voice, Wan Yanjing almost wanted to sneer three times.

Sure enough, the guy who came in without knocking and didn't know any rules was Wang Xiaolan.

She wanted to complain about Wang Xiaolan, but she wanted to beat Huo Xiang up even more.

If Huo Xiang didn't allow it, how could Wang Xiaolan be so "free"?
Not only did he open the door casually, but he also questioned his superiors, tsk tsk, my cousin is really different.

Huo Xiang still didn't raise his head. He was busy writing. Xiazhuang's [-]-strong army seemed not to be taken seriously by him at all. His tone was still calm:

"If it doesn't work, it won't work. If it doesn't work, we will just run away. Can this small hill still stop us?"

Wang Xiaolan said in surprise: "Escape? What will we do with the two thousand soldiers who are following us?"

Huo Xiang's voice seemed calm and breezy: "My own life is almost at risk, how can I control them, of course they will fly separately when the disaster is imminent."

"You..." Wang Xiaolan wanted to say something, but couldn't figure out Huo Xiang's true intentions, wondering if he was joking, and finally fell silent.

She watched as Huo Xiang finished writing the manuscript, and brought up a one-foot-square quaint box from under the desk. After opening it, there were all kinds of bottles and jars, as well as strangely shaped tools.

This is a delicate job. Huo Xiang carefully scribbled on the handwritten manuscript, processing each page carefully.

After each page is processed, a ray of internal force is controlled to dry it, and then the next page is continued. The whole process lasts for several hours.

The originally very new manuscript seems to have passed decades in an instant, becoming old and yellowed, and the handwriting is slightly blurred, and the "meaning" in it gradually fades with "time" until it disappears.

Even from the perspective of everyone in the calligraphy field, or a master of cultural relics who specializes in appraisal, this is a Mandarin book that has been circulated for decades.

Does not contain any mystery, without any book meaning.

Wanyanjing even discovered that there were even annotations that Huo Xiang had deliberately imitated in different handwriting on the pages, oil stains that the reader accidentally dripped while eating, and corners that were bent casually.

Everything is spot on, yet chilling.

It was like a natural and unrefined horror trap.

Wang Xiaolan's brows relaxed, her previous suspicions were completely dispelled, and her eyes were full of admiration for Huo Xiang.

"Although I don't know if it can be done, but seeing this exquisite manuscript, I believe you a little bit."

Huo Xiang was noncommittal, looking at his new masterpiece, and finally checked for omissions.

Wanyanjing, who was watching from a strange angle, felt her teeth sour after hearing Wang Xiaolan's words.

I believe you a little...

There was an indescribable feeling, which made people extremely responsive, and Huo Xiang could actually listen to it.

Wan Yanjing hates Wang Xiaolan very much, the main reason is that this person is too self-righteous and has no sense of boundaries at all.

She thought it was Wang Xiaolan who did it deliberately in front of her. After all, she was Huo Xiang's cousin, and she still fell in love with Huo Xiang, so she was naturally at odds with her, the right princess.

Looking at the current situation, she probably misunderstood something before.

Wang Xiaolan didn't mean to turn her nostrils upward in front of her, she just turned her nostrils upward in front of everyone, and Huo Xiang was not that exception.

[Probability? 】

Huo Xiang suddenly asked in his heart.

[66%]

The system replied.Wanyanjing was startled, but she quickly understood that Huo Xiang was asking the system about the success rate of something he planned.

With only a [-]% certainty, Huo Xiang is so calm and composed?

Seeing Huo Xiang handing the handwritten script to the young man, Wang Xiaolan couldn't help asking, "How sure are you? I can't figure out how to make Tu Shanying fall into trouble with a handwritten script."

"Ten percent!"

Huo Xiang said confidently.

Good guy, the number 66 was directly rounded to one hundred by him.

"Tu Shanying is at least two hundred years old. Not only is he older, he is also a pure lunatic. Since he is an old lunatic, don't use ordinary people's thinking to speculate on him."

"This passionate novel of mine is just right for him."

Thank you for the invitation, it has been connoted that I also like to watch "Looking at the World", and it matches me well.

Wan Yanjing was expressionless.

But is Tu Shanying already over 200 years old?
Despite his white hair, he looked younger than thirty.

"Piansheng, this matter is of great importance. We must be careful and meet outside the city at [-]:[-] noon tomorrow."

Huo Xiang looked at the young man and said seriously.

Shi Piansheng performed a military salute: "General, don't worry!"

The boy's eyes are clear and honest, full of trust and reverence, and the courage of a soldier is between his brows.

No matter what order Huo Xiang gave, he never questioned it, even if he was asked to die, he would not hesitate for a moment.

His image of a vigorous young man gradually overlapped with the lonely white jade tomb in Wan Yanjing's mind.

There are only a few old clothes of the boy under the mound of the stele, and the birthday and death date of General Qingfeng are engraved on the stele.

Only 23 years old, the same age as Wan Yanjing, even a few months younger than her.

Paper money flying all over the sky, sharp horns and suona...

Forced to be lively and deserted, there is nothing else except her and Yu Shi.

Shi Piansheng, who didn't know his parents, was an orphan who stole and begged on the street when he was five years old.

Beggars who steal and beg are controlled by gangs, and the clever ones are let out to steal things. They have to hand in "beg repairs" to the boss every day.

Although Shi Piansheng is young, he is strong and smart. He is very good at stealing and is the "cash cow" of the gang boss.

But often walking by the river, there is no way that your shoes will not get wet.

If he stole it from Huo Xiang, wouldn't he be in trouble?
Wan Yanjing still remembers Shi Piansheng's sparkling eyes when he secretly told her about the past:

"I've been looking at the general on the side of the road for a long time. He is dressed in brocade clothes, with a very white and handsome face. He is like a fairy. For some reason, he walks alone on the street, like a fat sheep that is easy to deceive."

"I went over to lie to him, pretended to fall and then took his purse."

"He was kind of out of his mind and didn't notice it at all, but when I went back and opened the purse I felt bad."

"Although I don't know what it is, I can tell it's not an ordinary thing at a glance."

"He caught up with us later and chopped off our boss with a sword."

"Hahaha, I stole the Tiger Talisman of the Great Qin Frontier Army..."

　Thanks to book friend Samsara Chiyou for sending me a monthly ticket, which broke the empty 0 eggs on this month’s monthly ticket. The author is so excited!
　　Thank you for the recommendation tickets sent by all book friends. There are a little too many people, so I won’t list them one by one.

　　
　
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