Chapter 452 (1/2)

He Yu was dazed by his roar, and he was hurt in his leg. He almost couldn't stand and leaned back.

Seeing that his side was perfect, he hurried forward to help him and advised him, ”deputy general he, stand firm!”

He Yu looked at Xie Heng, who was covered with blood on the couch, and at Qingqi, whose face was as white as paper. The whole person was a little confused, ”I just heard that you are perfect...”

He Fugang just listened to the two boys. He thought general Xie was dying. When he came in, he was more and more frightened.

Qichi man's eyes were red. As a result, Xie Heng scolded him. He didn't look like ”people have a weak breath” in his mouth.

”Stop talking!” Xie Heng lowered his head and glanced at the injury on He Yu's leg.

The leg injury had been wrapped with white cloth before. It probably ran too fast. The wound burst open again. Fresh blood penetrated and dyed a large area red.

The boy couldn't help frowning. ”Go to the corner and squat. Don't run around!”

He Yu was about to speak. Xie Heng glanced at him and immediately ran silently to the corner of the tent and squatted.

Xie Heng motioned Shimei to take the bedding on the couch and cover it for he Yu. He said to Qingqi, ”go and show it to him later.”

Qing Qi: ”... Young master, do you dare to look down at your injuries? ”

I don't even look at what I've been hurt. I still have the mind to take care of others.

”Don't look.” Xie Hengjun's face was slightly drawn, and all his attention was on the letter in his hand.

It's quite natural.

Qing Qi: ”

You're great. You can say anything!

Deputy general he in the corner, wrapped in a quilt, said, ”general, please say less. You don't hurt. I look at it.”

”Shut up.”

Xie Heng only gave him two words.

Then, let perfect take the pen and ink to the bedside.

With his left hand holding the pen, the cold sweat on his forehead kept falling. For fear that sweat and blood would fall on the rice paper, he let it be held in his hand and unfolded in the air.

He writes very slowly, almost drawing words one stroke at a time. Fortunately, the words written by his left hand are not inferior to those written by his right hand.

There was a moment of silence in the tent.

He Yu was completely stunned.

Perfect, holding rice paper in both hands, I dare not move at all.

Taking advantage of Xie Heng's mind, Qing Qi held his breath and moved two cruel hands.

Xie Heng wrung his eyebrows and held the pen a little. He almost dropped ink on the rice paper. Fortunately, he continued his strokes.

He wrote only three things.

I've exhausted my strength.

First thing:

Zhao Xi's entry into the house is not a disaster but a blessing. You should feel at ease and don't panic.

Second thing:

In a place of great disaster, children eat easily, The chaos is coming. I'm afraid it's difficult for ah Yu. The follow-up grain and grass can be transported to beizhou first.

The last thing he said was himself.

In the past, I missed you. I once left a note in my heart. Now I protect the mountains and rivers, and God will erase the old scars.

Thank God for giving you this.

Thank you again for your love and try your best to defend your country.