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Chapter 1219: Floating Meat

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    The prosperity of various countries and the rise and fall of the Silk Road all depended on this trade route between the East and the West. Once it was interrupted, it would indeed be a huge loss for the Tang Dynasty.  In addition, he also controlled Gao Changguo and participated in the attack on Yanqi under the control of the government.  Yanqi sent envoys to the Tang Dynasty to ask for help.  The Tang Dynasty always wanted to send troops to attack the Western Turks, but Emperor Zheng Guan and Li Shiming were in charge of peace and did not initiate war.  After years of failure to reach a peace policy, he finally sent troops to attack Gaochang.

    Fang Lang understood the situation, and the military conspiracy between the two sides did not go too far.  Soon, Fang Lang appeared in front of a flower, and the army slowly disappeared.  In the fog, he suddenly felt the pain tearing through his body.  The strong sting made him suddenly wake up.  Fang Lang woke up, only to find that his whole body was pressed down by stones and he could not move at all.  There seemed to be no feeling in his left arm and he arched twice in pain.  But the stone seemed heavy.  He gasped, and power spurted out from his right hand. The stone was suddenly lifted by him, causing a deafening echo in the open valley.  Fang Lang struggled to sit up.  He felt as if he had lost his left hand.  He touched it with his hand and it was still there, but he felt nothing.  It hangs like a dry stick from your body, coming entirely from your own body.

    He lit up a dim soul, looking at his left hand under the blue light, which he couldn't bear.  The entire palm is now crushed by the boulder, the flesh is blurred, the meat on the fingers is stuck to the ground, the bones have long been crushed, the arm moves slightly, and the entire palm can be completely folded.  He made three or four large holes in the shoulders, up to the elbows, and when he moved his arms his pale bones could be seen.

    He looked at the ground and saw that he was sitting in a puddle of blood, full of blood, full of gravel, and in many places, not only blood, but also fluttering flesh.

    Fang Lang suddenly felt dizziness in his brain and a large amount of blood loss, which reduced his body strength to a very low level.  He twisted his back, sat down against a stone, bit off a long strip of cloth between his right arm, and wrapped it in layers over his almost useless hand.

    There was no fear in his eyes, he didn't feel heartache that he might lose his hand, his eyes were calm, as calm as water.  But there was a tenacity in this calmness, and he wanted to leave this place.  You can't die here.

    After a layer of entanglement, Fang Lang breathed a sigh of relief.  At this time, there is no strength in the body and not even much mental strength.  Nothing in his soul could heal his wounds.  It hurts very slowly now.

    He held his breath and breathed softly.  In this darkness, slowly build spiritual strength within your own body.  A long time passed, and when the blood on his left hand stopped, Fang Lang was finally able to stand up slowly.

    He stretched out his right hand and looked at the red medal that vaguely appeared on the palm of his right hand.  He smiled painfully and said, "It's not that this hand is losing money, and it's not that difficult to do." Clenching his palm tightly, he quickly unfolded it, and the red object finally ignited in the darkness.  Not long ago, a big bad wolf with red light appeared in front of him.

    "Old man, long time no see!" Fang Lang said with a smile.

    "Well, it's not big or small. Even if you are my master, at least the king of this family is also the king of a family." Moon Wolf King said angrily.  However, seeing that he was so seriously injured, he didn't say much. He just said: "The blood is so strict, and I dare to call the king out, how long can my spirit last?" (Remember this website address: www  .hlnovel.com
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