In the evening, the Beijing Campus of the western suburbs of Beijing Shili.
Commander of the Fengfeng camp, Zhong He, personally ca out to greet him. Before he could finish his courtesy, Zhong He had left him, and hurriedly hurriedly walked towards the carriage.
Ruifeng camp is the first of the five Beijing camps. Zhong He is in the top three and is very valuable. He treats Jingning Hou with respect and respect.
A bandaged hand lifted the drapery curtain, and the heavy sll of dicine slowly spread. Fu Shen wasn't wearing armor, he was only wearing a robe. Bandages on chest and arms. He had a pale complexion, no blood on his lips, and long hair. The whole man seed to hang by one breath, and fell weak enough to see the wind. There was only a little glory in his eyes, deep black and calm, like a broken knife that flashed with cold light and still could kill a fatal blow.
Fu Shen salutes his uncle: "Lord Zhong, don't co here. Forgive Fu, cough, and inconvenience, can't get up to et him."
Zhong He had heard that he was seriously injured and could not walk, but he did not expect that he was so seriously injured. He didn't quite believe the rumor that "Fu Shen was really disabled
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