Especially the eyes, the eyes are exactly the same.

If there is a reincarnation, He Lianheng will doubt that it is the man who has been reborn. This little girl came to him.
He touched the Wujin dagger again, and the crooked lines of the three clusters of fire lines have been rubbed so that the edges shine with Wujin’s unique domineering luster.
It’s like Wei Chilan is rare to be alone.
――
Zong Jin swore and was thrown into the field where former soldiers trained and lined up.
Dozens of four-sided flags will be surrounded here, and Zong Jin feels that he is already a prisoner of Hector Lianheng. The actual situation is also a few short of handcuffs and anklets, and he is thrown into a dungeon.
He cursed and cursed and changed his mouth. "… what is article 6 of your company’s catch?"
The shadows are silent and don’t answer, like they won’t do anything else except execute the order of He Lianheng.
They threw Zong Jin to the ground and stepped on his butterfly bone without giving him a chance to get up.
Zong Jin’s weak body can’t stand this. He was immediately trampled and coughed violently, as if his lungs were about to cough up. It seemed uncomfortable to disappear for a moment. The shadow took a red-brown horse and stopped beside Zong Jin.
He coughed red-faced and asked weakly, "What are you doing here?"
Zong Jin soon had the answer.
The shadow flies to the horse, pulling the hemp rope in his hand; Zongjin’s wrists were firmly tied to the other end of the hemp rope.
The shadow lightly whipped the horse’s ass with the whip in the other hand.
"Ahhh …"
The horse trotted cleverly and dragged Zongjin in circles in the field.
"HeLianHeng … you … beast! ……”
The sun sets slowly as it passes by.
Horses run in high spirits, and people run to death.
In the end, I didn’t intend to really kill him. The shadow horse also left a sense of proportion. It was very leisurely to run so that Zongjin could stumble step by step and let him stop for a moment.
Zong Jin ran so pale and black that he dared not relax-if he fell, he was dragged by a horse and ground on the uneven ground for a specified bloody mess.
In the distance, Helianheng and Beitang column are walking and talking about things, and three people behind them are consciously walking towards the vestibule.
From a distance, they can see the shadow of the sunset struggling to run. Beitanglie is holding a handful of peanuts in his hand while peeling and eating, saying, "… we still have to get involved, even if the Lord doesn’t want to divide the Weichi family’s territory, we can’t watch the Huangfu family grow bigger, can we? ….. Who’s that? Didn’t you rest these days? Who committed another crime? "
He Lianheng looked at it lightly, like he just remembered, "Don’t ask."
"… seems to be the little supposed?" North hall column surprised way "that small plate you do this to him … why not just kill him"
"Keep it first"
"Unless the Lord thinks he serves people well?"
The man squinted at his eyes. He was shocked and choked by half a peanut grain. He coughed two times. "… how can you be joking?"
"You’re waking me up." He Lianheng closed his eyes and whispered, "If you really want to leave for Kuala Lumpur, you must arrange him first."
"In the dungeon," argued the North Hall, "it will be fruitful when the film judge comes back."
Two people in the corner of the vestibule shade like scenery seems to see ZongJin was led by a horse to run for a long time after HeLianHeng sideways toward the incense "after he was punished, you will be responsible for watching him; Do whatever he wants in the house but don’t leave the house. "
Sweet nod "yes"
Beitang column smell speech meaningfully evokes the lip angle, afraid of being detected by He Lianheng, and quickly converges the smile. shattered glass hands over the peanuts in his hand. "Why don’t you eat?"
"Roll" HeLianHeng you’re welcome
Chapter VII Exercise
He is one of the Bai Lianheng why not kill him-this life is full of people’s minds, but he likes to torture people.
By the time the shadow stops, it’s as dark as Hector’s perseverance.
Zong Jin’s legs had already lost consciousness, and in the second half of the journey, he followed by willpower, and he ran until now. As soon as the horse stopped, he planted straight ahead, regardless of what he would fall into.
A pair of hands suddenly appeared around and caught him.
His consciousness was on the verge of dissipation and he heard the sweet voice saying, "The Lord gave him to me."
The shadows left quietly without answering.
Then he felt that he had been shouldered by others, and there were few bones protruding from each other’s shoulders. With the pace, he was in pain one by one. Now Zong Jin doesn’t even have the strength to cry, and he can’t control where he will be carried-even if he is directly thrown into the oil pan and fried, he can’t help it.
But this HeLianXiang … Strength is really big …
Or is he too light? Also for … ZongJin that small plate can have multiple … He Lianheng even single-handedly can carry two of him …
Later, Zongjin knew nothing.
He vaguely knew that someone had given him some bitter soup, but at that time he was still unable to open his eyes in a lingering dream.
There was no Xiaoshan in my dream. I saw the scenery in Jiulong from time to time that night. There was the Wujin dagger. When I first met with He Lianheng, it was hearty.
The last scene of the dream is that he looks out at Tianducheng and sees the towering tower of the city.
"Um … um …"
Zong Jin frowned and mumbled for a long time before he opened a crack. There was no pain all over his body. Especially if he moved a little too much, his legs were so sore that he could pump air straight. He could stare at the beam of Helianfu with his eyes open on his back and his thoughts scurried about in this series of chaotic things.
Even if he is "thoroughly remoulded" and now he has become a lowlife, these dreams will still wake him up. He is Wei Chi, the master of the family, and he is a horse-killer. That Wei Chilan is really bad at playing these tricks before he is assassinated by Luo Chenhuan. He is good at arranging troops and fighting to win.
It was he who had the temerity to take a fruit-cutting knife and want to kill Lian Heng.
Should have a good planning … Damn before these scheming are Luo Chen huan in advising him.
-mainly because of his bad temper, I can’t help it if I want to.
-no, no, no,no. It’s mainly that He Lianheng is irritating everywhere when he smiles and talks.
Now it’s like being punished. What torture method does He Lianheng have to make?
Since we want to wait for an opportunity to assassinate, this "waiting for an opportunity" is the key; He can’t be so easy to change his head as before. It’s rare to find out how many people and what level the guards around He Lianheng are. But now it’s too late to think about these. He knows that he has malicious intentions and naturally will take precautions all the time.
"Alas …"
Zong Jin sighed for a long time and felt worse after introspection for a moment. He suddenly clenched his fist and gave a hard hit on the couch. "Damn it! Self-examination, my ass Anyway, it’s like this. It’s not easy to see what he’s going to do! "
Having said that, Zong Jin’s biggest problem is-this weak little body.
His brow twisted into words and he pondered how old Suo Zongjin was. Born in? Can you grow taller?