Raindrops rolled over the scimitar and ticked along the blade.
The horse under Hasen's crotch was spraying hot air. He had been waiting in the rain for a long time. It was now three quarters past midnight, and the world was completely plunged into darkness.
Hassen has red hair, which is not tied up in a bun like the older men. Instead, it is cut short and scrawled in a pigtail on the back of his head.
After Hu Helu's death, Bayin was transferred to Hasen's side. He followed behind and tightened the reins, wrapped his cherished military book and put it back in his arms. He asked cautiously: "How can you be sure that he will not escape?"
Hasen scratched his rain-wet hair and let it pile up in a mess. He said: "He was very bold when he beat Hu Helu. In the words of the Zhou people, he was very good at trickery. I heard that he He is the youngest son of King Li Bei. He is a wolf cub. As long as he has the chance to fight back, he will never choose to escape. "
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