Where the sea is flowing with mist, the world is peaceful and peaceful;

Come and get drunk again with a glass of wine in your hand, and in your hazy eyes, you can sing heroes in the prosperous times.

I am not a hero, but I want to go on a rampage because of the heavy love in this world.

I am not a hero, but I want to run rampant because the world is full of wine."

He was riding a horse, with his hands in his sleeves, and his body was moving along with the bumps on the horse. He felt indescribably comfortable and relaxed.

He squinted his eyes and seemed to be looking ahead, but in fact he could not see anything. He could only feel scenes of past events flashing before his eyes, and individual figures drifting past.

Tang Zheng, Zuo Guanglie, Ren Chang...

Fang Che hummed all the way.

There was silence on his face, and the wind and clouds quietly flashed between his eyebrows...

Just like the shadow falling on the face when passing under the tree, it disappears, comes again, and disappears again.

The light and darkness on his face are constantly changing with the mottled shadows of the trees and the galloping horses.

Fang Che held his hands leisurely and let the horse gallop.

Ye Meng knew that Fang Che's thoughts had entered a strange state at this moment, so he just silently led the way.

The sound of horse hooves is crisp.

It broke the silence of the mountains and forests.

The chanting sound is long-lasting, but it is also blended with the eternity of the world of mortals.

Directly in front of Fang Che, not far away, a group of people, thirty or forty people, were walking quietly through the mountains and forests. They were fast but silent.

They didn't take the mountain road, they just shuttled through the jungle.

No one spoke.

Everyone was silent.

As they were advancing rapidly, they passed by Fang Che across the forest.

Suddenly the person in front frowned, as if he heard something.

He frowned and continued to listen. The further forward he went, the clearer he heard.

It seemed like someone was singing quietly.

But this song... is a bit familiar.

I listened carefully, but I only heard a vague sentence.

"...I am not a hero, but I want to run rampant because the world is full of wine."

The leader's face suddenly changed and he suddenly stopped. His arms shook and he jumped up into the air.

He turned his head as hard as he could in the air and looked.

I saw two horses walking leisurely on the road not far away, heading in the direction they came from, not in a hurry.

Everyone stopped at the same time, and some were so fast that they couldn't stop and rushed out dozens of feet before coming back again.

"Fourth brother, what's wrong?"

someone asked in surprise.

The fourth brother is a burly man with a rough face, but his temples are already gray.

He has a rectangular face and his eyes are full of wind and frost.

He definitely looks young.

But now he was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning.

The longing, surprise, surprise, and shock in his eyes appeared like a tide, and he stood there motionless for a while.
Chapter completed!