Chang Geng hissed and went to catch his hand, but as he was unable to, he jumped on to his body: "It's not as thick as yours, give me! Clearly, I had given that to Teacher Shen that year…”

Gu Yun: "Given to who? You say it again. "

Uncle Wang laughed and retreated, no longer disturbing the two masters playing with each other.

"Your Majesty, when you were holding onto that knife, it seemed you would rather have died than let go. How come you threw it away as soon as you saw me?"

"Maybe it's because Marshal is a little more handsome than the wolf."

"Are you itching for a beating?"

"A lot more handsome —— a lot, alright?"

Or perhaps

My general, some people are predestined by fate. With only one glance, you would never be able to escape.

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In his dream, Chang Geng remembered things from many years ago. There was a pungent odor of burning oil, salty blood, and earthy scent of hay surrounding him. He dreamed that he had become a small lump of flesh, curled up in a shabby basket, bumping along with the step of a woman's unbalanced footing.

Hu Ge Er had long hair like a dark cloud, but her body was too thin, making her head seem oversized, appearing like a person who was piled up on a rack of bones. She went through the mountain bandit's nest like a mass grave by herself, singing a song of the Barbarians.

All of a sudden, she turned around and looked at Chang Geng. Chang Geng instinctively recoiled. Even though he had already grown up and was indestructible, this thin and frail woman could always hurt him. He had a deep fear of her, much like in the past.

However, she only looked at him silently for a while and did not do anything. Her face was stained with blood, her lips were pale, and her expression was dazed. Her entire spirit was concentrated in those eyes, like a pair of reefs hiding great waves.

Hu Ge Er sighed softly, her appearance at this time did not seem to be of an insane person. She stretched out her thin hand and caressed Chang Geng's head. Her lips changed to another tune. People from all over the world, from the north to the south - did not understand the language of one another; however, the songs that mothers hummed to coax their children to sleep were all similar. Chang Geng was a little surprised. He never knew that there was another scene such as this in his memory.