"Hey, hey, hey, hey."

Zhu Chengjun tried his best to lift up a corner of the heavy tent with his thin arms, lay on the ground and looked out, his feet wearing boots and muddy were caught in his eyes.

He immediately held his breath and looked up carefully along the thick long legs. He saw a soldier holding a spear standing in front of him, staring at him with a gloomy head. Zhu Chengjun was so scared that he trembled, and immediately put down the tent and shrank back.

The people outside snorted coldly.

He sat on the felt a little discouraged and pulled his hands a few times, but he didn't pull off a few hairs, but instead he was covered with a smelly sweat putty. I don't know who left it, but he was so disgusting that he was so disgusting that he wiped his trouser legs a few times, but his palms were still smelly.

Speaking of which, Zhu Feng raised his son, which is indeed completely different from raising a daughter. Zhu Chengjun was not spoiled since he was a child. Even after he was a little older, he waved his sword five hundred times and shot 300 arrows every day. It was Zhu Feng's death order to give him. He had the energy to toss on the wasteland. But he was a prince under ten years old and had never seen any greater storms. At this time, he was arrested. Except for the moment when he was blessed with his soul, hiding his true identity, and impersonating "Wen Bieyu", he had no other way.

Fortunately, Arislan treated him quite "compassionately".

Originally, after he was captured back to the barracks, Bayin was going to put him in a cage, but Arislan stopped Bayin from doing so, and instead asked someone to free up an empty tent for him. However, that's all. After being locked up for most of the day, he didn't even drink a drop of water. The anxiety and fear in his heart were also struggling for a long time and found that he could never escape from the place and became more and more intense.

"Father, Mother,"

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

At this moment, footsteps sounded around the tent, as if the guards had just walked away. Zhu Chengjun was happy and hurried to the place just now to lift the tent and looked out. Sure enough, he saw those people walking away, and there was no one outside.

Good opportunity!

He was so excited that he was ready to rush his head out immediately and was about to climb out. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out of his head, he heard a sound of footsteps coming from the top of 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 and looked down at him.

“…”

It turned out that the soldiers who were standing guard were just changing shifts.

Zhu Chengjun was both upset and embarrassed. Fortunately, the soldier did not intend to move him. He just raised his foot and stepped hard in front of his head. Suddenly, a burst of dust flew up and threw him in his face.

"Ahem, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Zhu Chengjun coughed while coming back in a hurry. The soldiers outside suddenly burst into laughter and said, "This little bastard still wants to run away."

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

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

Zhu Chengjun came back, reached out to wipe his face, and then spit out the soil that had just crawled into his mouth, murmured aggrievedly: "Father, come and save me..."

Just then, another sound of footsteps came from outside.

He was so scared that he was so excited that he hurriedly swallowed all these words into his stomach, and opened his eyes to the door of the tent. He saw that the tent was lifted open and a tall figure walked in from outside.

Of course it is Arislan.

Although at this time, he should be fully focused on the upcoming war, for some reason, the child captured by Wulihan always made him a little concerned. After all, it was indeed not an ordinary thing that such a young man dressed in gorgeous clothes and riding a BMW in the Western Regions suddenly appeared on the wasteland.

He stood at the door, and the light behind him was strictly blocked by him. He could only barely see the dark light in the tent. The young man opened his eyes wide, with a vigilant expression on his face, and his hand was holding his trouser legs as if he was frightened, but he had to pretend to be brave.

He walked over slowly, squatted down and looked at Zhu Chengjun in a straight look.

Zhu Chengjun's breathing was held.

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

It seems that no matter how brave he pretends to be, his physical and inner reactions cannot deceive people. Arislan immediately chuckled, and that sneer seemed to completely dismantle the child's disguise. Zhu Chengjun scolded himself in his heart and lowered his head helplessly.

Arislan said: "You little dear, aren't you telling the truth?"

Zhu Chengjun shivered for a moment and said, "Say, what are you telling the truth?"

Arislan said: "Who are you?"

Zhu Chengjun stammered 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 ears?!"

Arislan looked at him with a sneer and looked at him for a while. His eyes were so funny that Zhu Chengjun felt a little scared, and he avoided his eyes and lowered his head. Arislan sneered and said, "I discovered that, little kid, you are not a little angry, you are a big temper. It's time, and you still dare to speak shamelessly in front of me. Who are you?"

He could tell at a glance that this child was afraid, but if the child from an ordinary family was so scared, he would have cried and made a fuss to beg for mercy.

But this child still held on and even looked like he wanted to send someone when he opened his mouth.

This is obviously not the demeanor that ordinary children can have.

At this time, how could such a special child appear on the wasteland? Although he knew that this was just a child, when the war came, Arislan attached great importance to any abnormal movement. He understood that sometimes, the causes of victory and failure were often some inconspicuous things.

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

He always felt that this upcoming war made him feel a little uneasy, and the source of the uneasy was this sudden and inexplicable child.

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

Zhu Chengjun's eyes rolled: "Dang, of course it's Handongwei."

"Handongwei? Then what do you do at home?"

"Business!"

“What business do?”

"Yeah, wood."

He was smart because Zhu Feng used to travel around the world. In order to facilitate the convenience of acting in a micro-dress, he specially created a timber merchant for himself who was fake and real, that is, Peking. Zhu Chengjun also heard Nanyan mention it and kept it in his mind, and at this time he said it.
Chapter completed!