The System Asks to Uninstall: The Male God is Poisonous

    Follow Xu Zheng to the frontier, watching the lonely smoke in the desert, watching the sunset on the long river, Shen Qingfeng was indignant from the beginning, and couldn't help but marvel, and his mentality was happening little by little, even he himself No noticeable change.

    He saw Xu Zheng drinking with the soldiers.

    He saw that the man sitting in the encirclement was mingling with the soldiers.

    He saw that Xu Zheng on the training ground was serious and sharp, waving his spear like a dragon in his hand, full of arrogance.

    It is a kind of blood, which belongs to the frontier men only.

    Shen Qingfeng was very envious.

    He stretched out his hand to touch the sword countless times, imitated Xu Zheng's appearance countless times, and waved the non-existent spear in his hand.

    Innumerable times, I followed him to read the content of the military book.

    Innumerable times, the lights outside the account turned on and off.

    There are countless times to see the situation in the Xinjiang region.

    Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt that if he was still alive, he must choose to join the army.

    Use his flesh and hands to protect his country.

    This is what an indomitable man should do!

    If, he is still alive.

    This is so good...

    Time, day by day.

    Finally, the neighbors are no longer at peace, and they seem to have elected a new general.

    Send troops.

    That day, Shen Qingfeng saw the killing for the first time.

    He saw the corpse separated, the head rolled down, and the blood spurting.

    The first time I saw it, Shen Qingfeng was terrified.

    Although she knew that she was dead and that she no longer had feelings, Shen Qingfeng still wanted to vomit.

    Nausea.

    A feeling of nausea made him extremely uncomfortable.

    However—

    He saw that Xu Zheng, who was charging at the front, was still expressionless.

    The man riding on the tall horse, wearing black armor, the silver-white spear in his hand seems to have turned into the scythe of the **** of death, cutting off the heads of the enemies who invaded his country one after another.

    Looking at Xu Zheng like this, Shen Qingfeng suddenly felt that if A Yun's husband was him, he would be convinced by Shen Qingfeng's defeat.

    "Ayun, the person you fancy is a hero..."

    It's still the voice of the young boy back then, still clear, even a little ethereal, but it doesn't have the carefreeness and anger of the past.

    The murmurs are a little lonely, a little dazed, a little sigh, and a little blessing.

    In Shen Qingfeng's opinion, Xu Zheng can take on the title of 'hero'.

    Hero!

    A Yun is the best, of course she deserves to be a hero admired by the world.

    And he, Shen Qingfeng, is not a hero.

     …

    Several days in a row.

    Xu Zheng's side is gradually at a disadvantage. There is no other reason for this. The opponent's generals have too many tricks, and the enemy's supply is very strong.

    The desert sand blew up and drowned the bones on the battlefield.

    It's really a shroud of horseskin.

    And when the fifth confrontation with the enemy, Xu Zheng cut off the head of the enemy general at the cost of a knife in the left shoulder.

    But no one thought—

    The knife is poisonous!

    After the war.

    In the military tent camp, the faces of the military doctors were extremely ugly.

    The entire military camp was quickly enveloped by a heavy atmosphere.

    Shen Qingfeng watched from the side, looking at Xu Zheng's pale face, as if he had lost his vitality.

     …

    The capital.

    Sima Yun, who was embroidering by the window, saw the curtain by the window suddenly flutter.

    Sima Yun put down her needle and thread, got up and closed the window.

    Suddenly, Sima Yun was stunned.

    She seemed to see a familiar figure just now, and also seemed to hear a familiar voice.

    'Ayun, you have to be good with him, and it will be... indefinitely. ’

    The wind blows and the leaves sway.

    In the wind, the soul who refuses to disperse is whimpering.

    —A Yun, when I grow up, I must marry you.

    —A Yun, the wonton on the West Street is delicious, I will bring you a wonton in the afternoon.