Qin Dynasty snare people

So bad at drinking?

Are you lying down now?

Looking at Han Fei who was lying down drunk, Luo Yan shook his head, "You fell down before I even exerted any force."

Of course, the main reason is that this body is better at drinking. The long-term self-discipline life has made this body extremely strong, and the internal energy running in the body is decomposing alcohol all the time, and excretes it with the breath, even if he does not deliberately , the decomposition efficiency is also extremely powerful.

When Luo Yan discovered this, Han Fei was already dying.

No.

Luo Yan was a little drunk just now, and he was already unconscious.

"Store, check out."

Luo Yan chuckled and threw another gold coin to the store generously. However, this gold coin was a bit smaller than before, but it was enough for the store.

"Thank you, thank you very much."

The shopkeeper caught the gold coin with both hands, looked at Luo Yan with a flattering smile, and bent down to thank him.

"It's not for free. Give me two more jars of wine and I'll take them away."

Luo Yan smiled.

"good!"

The store owner readily agreed and quickly turned around to move the wine.

Taking advantage of this moment, Luo Yan set his sights on Han Fei, walked over, inserted it into his creaking hole, and dragged the heavy Han Fei up with a little force. He also sighed at the benefits of internal strength. In modern times, when faced with a drunk guy, he would never think of dragging him up by himself.

A drunk grown man with that attractive weight.

But soon.

Luo Yan looked at Bai Ma, who was also drunk, speechlessly.

The horse was obviously drunk. It was shaking its head drunkenly and swaying a little when walking. It was obvious that it could not carry people.

Luo Yan chuckled and shook his head, dragging Han Fei and putting him on the donkey cart.

The car curtain slowly opened, and a pretty face with a cool temperament and a clear and beautiful face appeared in Luo Yan's sight. Although she was dressed plainly, she still couldn't hide her graceful and exquisite figure and her ethereal and cold eyes. Falling on Han Fei, he opened his mouth softly: "Drink too much?"

"He has more, but I don't have much."

Luo Yan shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"You want to take him with you?"

Frightened Salamander asked softly.

"He is also going to Xinzheng. It's good to have more than one person on the way. Don't you think it's good to let Han Fei help us cover our tracks? Who would have thought that the two killers of Luo Wang would mix with the Nine Young Masters of South Korea?"

Luo Yan nodded, looked at Jing Salamander and said softly.

"I think you will kill him if you do this. You should know our situation."

Jing Salamander's eyes fell on the drunk Han Fei again and said softly.

"He is a dead man himself. From the moment he returned to South Korea, he went on a path of no return. You just thought about our situation, but never thought that his situation might be worse than ours."

Luo Yan shook his head, looked at the drunk Han Fei, and said slowly.

Luo Yan could feel it when he was drinking. Han Fei had something on his mind, something serious. Even though he acted very bohemian, there were some things that were hard to hide.

Han Fei.

As the ninth son of South Korea, he came back this time to repair the broken ship of South Korea that was about to sink.

In Luo Yan's opinion, this road is a road of no return.

South Korea's geographical location, strength, population, and people in power all illustrate the fact that South Korea cannot survive in this era of great conflict.

Doesn't Han Fei know this?

He knew it, but he chose to come back, and he was obviously ready.

But Luo Yan could understand Han Fei's mentality.

His country and his home are here.

He didn't have a choice, and he didn't need to.

From the day he was born, some things were destined.

The destruction of the country and the family may seem far away to a modern person, but to people of this era, it is clearly visible.

. . . . . . . .

Is the world fair?

No one can tell this.

Some people brag wildly, drink wine worth several taels of gold, ride white horses worth thousands of gold, and wear priceless clothes, while some people can't even afford a full meal.

This comes from origin.

Likewise, the pressures on each other are also different.

Barren fields, dead trees with their bark eaten away.

The dilapidated houses affected by the war had broken tiles everywhere, and even dried blood stains on the walls.

A seven or eight-year-old girl and a four- or five-year-old child grabbed a yellowed object that could not be identified and ate it. Their eyes showed caution and satisfaction, and even some flakes of skin fell on the ground. , will also pick it up and put it in his mouth.

The sun has set in the west, and the entire world has taken on a sad ink color, with no other colors left.

Sadness seems to be the main theme.

This is Korea today.

A South Korea that can be bullied by any country.

"Da da~"

On the road in the distance, a white horse slowly approached, and next to the white horse, a donkey cart was driving slowly, with two people sitting on it. They seemed to be chatting, but the sound of the words gradually became louder as it approached. Stopped, the two people's attention was involuntarily attracted by the scene in front of them.

The man in the brocade robe was slightly startled, a trace of sadness and pain appeared in his plain and casual eyes, his fists were clenched tightly in his cuffs, but he soon returned to normal.

Luo Yan looked at this scene, his eyes no longer wavered. Even if he didn't have the memory of the original owner, he would become numb after seeing too much of all this.

Taking it for granted is a terrible thing.

"Woo~"

The little girl also saw Han Fei and Luo Yan at this moment, especially Han Fei's clothes. She immediately reached out and hugged her brother tightly. Even if the unknown food in her hand fell to the ground, she no longer paid attention to it. He tightly covered his brother's mouth and looked at the two people approaching him with fearful eyes.

Very wary.

"Brother Han, are you too ugly to scare them? I have never encountered such a situation before."

Luo Yan saw this scene, glanced at Han Fei beside him, and joked.

Hearing this, Han Fei looked at his clothes. His clothes seemed to be particularly dazzling in such an environment, but they also represented his responsibility. He smiled to himself and said, "Maybe."

"Dong dong~"

At this time, there was a knocking sound in the car, and then a plain hand holding a small package was handed out from the carriage.

Luo Yan did not continue to tease Han Fei. He reached out to catch the small package, placed it on the roadside, and drove the donkey cart away without any intention of stopping.

A moment of effort.

The donkey cart and the white horse disappeared into the distance, and a package on the ground was blown by the breeze, and the contents inside were opened, including a few pieces of dry food and grilled dried fish.

The little girl and boy standing there looked at this, pursed their lips, then looked at the disappearing donkey cart in the distance, and finally walked over in small steps.

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