Peerless War God in City

"Xiaotian, have you been in the North all these years?" Lin Shilu holds her chin, her delicate eyes flow, and looks at Haotian and asks curiously.

After five years of Haotian's absence, there was no news.

The vast sea of people, a hasty farewell, is five years!

Haotian hears the speech and slowly drinks the wine in his hand. He doesn't have a drop left.

Then, put the glass gently on the table and nodded slowly.

He has left Xingyi for five years.

Five years.

A long and short time.

But it can change a lot of things.

After five years, he has become the leader of the army in the world.

And in these five years, every story of his can be told as a legend.

"What have you experienced in the past five years in Beijing?" Lin Shilu stares at Haotian, beautiful eyes Pan Shui, and continues to ask.

She's curious, Haotian, what has been done in these years in the northern border?

Why.

His change will be so great that he has become the respect of the world!

The sky smiles and the clouds gather.

"I haven't experienced anything, that is, training and training. The northern border belongs to the frontier and has many wars. Therefore, I have fought several wars."

With that, Haotian poured a glass of wine for himself and drank it full.

His tone is very light and light, and his face is calm. He seems to have some disdain for his own experience in the northern frontier, which is not worth mentioning.

However, Yu Jin on one side did not think so.

In Haotian, he knows how much blood and tears are contained in it.

How many people, dressed in clothes.

How many people, fighting with blood.

The general died in a hundred battles, and the strong men returned ten years ago.

How many people have fought in ancient times?

Haotian

only five years.

He was honored as peerless and proud of the world.

His legendary experience can not be described as "several wars".

In this calm words, there are countless bloodbath, daoshan volcano, how many scars are buried... And the bones of loyalty and martyrs.

The three enjoyed the meal.

The food is fragrant and the wine is mellow.

Lin Shilu, while sipping the strong liquor in the cup, is slightly drunk, while like a child, she inquires about Haotian's life in recent years.

But.

She still has a lot of wine. It's too strong.

I didn't say a word.

Lin Shilu, then holding a cup, delicate body a shake, and then firmly tied in Haotian's arms, dream after a few words, then deep sleep in the past.

Looking at Lin Shilu, who was just talking, suddenly fell into his arms.

Haotian was stunned.

This girl.

Not much.

Are you drunk?

It's a little too bad.

"Sister."

Haotian, put out his hand and gently shook Lin Shilu.

But the latter did not respond at all.

In Haotian's hard and warm arms, like a little pig, rubbed a few times, and then fell asleep.

It can be described as drunk.

Haotian sighed a little, but his face was helpless.

I knew that Lin Shilu had such a poor drinking capacity that he would not let her drink.

Of course, Haotian also knows that Lin Shilu is not the only one to blame. This Hula wine has great strength and strong aftereffect.

Compared with the famous wine in ancient times, three bowls of wine are not good enough, which is thousands of times stronger.

It can be said that when you see the wind, you will fall, and you will fall on the bed.

Don't mention Lin Shilu. Even if you are a regular drinker, you will soon get drunk.

Only when he follows the ban can he ignore it.