"Hey hey hey."

Zhu Chengjun tried his best, his thin arms finally lifted a corner of the heavy tent, lying on the ground and looking out, a pair of boots full of muddy feet came into view.

He immediately held his breath, and carefully looked up along the thick long legs, only to see a soldier holding a spear standing in front of him, staring at him gloomily, Zhu Chengjun shivered in fright , Immediately put down the tent and retracted it.

The people outside gave a cold snort.

He sat down on one side of the felt with a bit of frustration, and vented his hands a few times. He didn't pull off a few hairs. Instead, he was stained with smelly sweat putty. I don't know who left it. Disgusting. It was so terrible that he rubbed a few hands on his trousers, his palm still smelly.

Speaking of it, the raising of this son by Zhu Feng is indeed completely different from raising a daughter. Zhu Chengjun was not spoiled since childhood, and even after he was a little older, he swung his sword 500 times and shot 300 arrows every day. The death order he gave, he also had such physical strength to toss on the wasteland, but in the end he was a prince under ten years old, and he had never seen a bigger storm. At this time, he was arrested, except for the moment of spiritual blessing. He had no other choice but to hide his true identity and replace "Wen Bieyu" by an impostor.

Fortunately, Ajislan treated him as "polite".

Originally, after taking him back to the barracks, Bayin was going to put him in a cage, but Ajislan prevented Bayin from doing so and instead asked him to vacate an empty tent for him, but that was all. After being closed for most of the day, he didn't even drink a drop of water, and the anxiety and fear in his heart had been tossing for a long time, and he found that he could not escape here and it became more and more intense.

"Father and mother,"

He was afraid and wronged, and muttered in his heart: "What should I do."

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps around the tent, as if the guards had just walked away. Zhu Chengjun was overjoyed. He hurried to the place just now and lifted the tent to look outside. Sure enough, he saw those people walking away. No one is gone.

good chance!

He was so excited that he immediately explored his head and was about to climb out. Who knows, he just got out of his head when he heard footsteps above his head.

He slowly looked up--

Several soldiers came from a distance and stood around the tent again. One of them was standing in front of him, looking down at him.

"..."

It turned out that only the soldiers on guard changed their shifts.

Zhu Chengjun was both upset and embarrassed. Fortunately, the soldier didn't intend to move him. He only lifted his foot and stepped hard in front of his head. Suddenly, a cloud of dust flew up and hit him.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

While coughing, Zhu Chengjun crawled back in a hurry. The soldiers outside burst into laughter and said one after another, "This little **** wants to run."

"Next time you dare to run, we will break your leg!"

"I think it's better to unscrew his head and put the wine glass, hahahaha!"

Zhu Chengjun came back, wiped his face with his hand, and vomited the dirt that had just gotten into his mouth, and murmured aggrievedly: "Father, please come and save me..."

Just then, there was another footstep outside.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly swallowed these words into his stomach, and looked at the door of the tent with his eyes wide open, only to see that the tent was opened, and a tall figure came in from outside.

Naturally, Ajislan.

Although at this time, he should be fully engrossed in the upcoming battle, but I don’t know why, the kid captured by Ulihan always makes him a little bit concerned. After all, such a gorgeously dressed man suddenly appeared on the wasteland and riding a Western BMW. The young man is indeed not an ordinary thing.

He stood at the door, the light behind him was strictly blocked, and he could barely see the dim light in the tent. The young man opened a pair of black and white eyes with a vigilant expression, and one hand was still hard. He was holding onto his trousers as if frightened, but he had to pretend to be brave.

He walked over slowly, squatting down and looking at Zhu Chengjun.

Zhu Chengjun's breath was held.

After a while, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.

It seems that no matter how brave you are to pretend, you can’t deceive your body or heart. Ajislan immediately chuckled, and that sneer seemed to completely dissolve the child’s disguise. Zhu Chengjun was on the side I scolded myself for not being able to live up to it, and bowed his head helplessly.

Ajislan said, "Boy, don't you tell the truth?"

Zhu Chengjun shivered and said, "Say, what's the truth?"

Ajislan said, "Who are you?"

Zhu Chengjun stalked his neck and said: "Didn't I say everything, my name is Wen Bieyu, how many times do you have to ask? Don't you have long ears?!"

Ajislan sneered and looked at him for a while. With a playful look, Zhu Chengjun's heart was fluttering, and he avoided his eyes and lowered his head. Ajislan sneered and said: "I found out, kid, you It’s not that you have a strong tone, you have a strong temper. At this time, you dare to speak up in front of me. Who are you?"

He could tell at a glance that the child was scared, but if ordinary children were so scared, they would cry and beg for mercy a long time ago.

But this child is still holding on, even when he opens his mouth, he looks like he wants to suppress others.

This is obviously not the kind of tolerance that ordinary children can have.

At this time, how could such a special child appear on the wasteland. Although he knew that this was only a child, the war came. Ajislan valued any change. He understood that sometimes, victory and defeat Incentives are often small things.

And for some reason, it seemed to be an illusion in his heart.

He always felt that this coming battle made him faintly uneasy, and the source of the uneasiness was this inexplicable child who appeared suddenly.

Thinking of this, he asked again: "I ask you, you said your name is Wen Bieyu, where do you live?"

Zhu Chengjun's eyes rolled: "Dang, of course Han Dongwei."

"Han Dongwei? What does your family do?"

"business man!"

"what kind of business?"

"Well, wood."

He is clever, because Zhu Feng used to go north and south. In order to facilitate his microservices, he specially created a timber merchant in Beiping with a fake identity for himself. Zhu Chengjun also heard Nan Yan mentioned it and remembered it in his heart. Speak up.

But when Ajislan heard it, his face went cold.

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