Pirate's Infinite Wings

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 interrupted, it was indeed 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 zh.Yanqi sent envoys to the Tang Dynasty for help.The Tang Dynasty always wanted to send troops to attack the Western Turks, but Zheng Guandi Li Shiming was in charge of peace and did not engage in war.After years of failing to reach a peace policy, he finally sent troops to attack Gaochang.

Fang Lang understood the situation, and then 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 mist, he suddenly felt the pain of tearing his body apart.The strong sting made him suddenly awake.Fang Lang woke up, but found that his whole body was held down by the stone, and he couldn't move at all.His left arm seemed to lose consciousness, and he arched twice due to pain.But the stone seems heavy.He was panting, his right hand spouted power, the stone was suddenly lifted by him, and there was 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, it was still there, but he felt nothing.It hangs on your body like a dry wooden stick, completely coming out of your own body.

He ignited a dim soul and looked at his left hand under the light of blue light, which he couldn't bear.The entire palm is now crushed by the boulder, the flesh is blurred, the flesh on the fingers is stuck to the ground, the bones have been crushed long ago, the arm moved slightly, and the entire palm can be completely folded.He drew three or four big holes on his shoulders, up to his elbow, and his pale bones could be seen when he moved his arm.

He looked at the ground and saw him sitting in a pool of blood, full of blood stains, full of grit, in many places, not only blood, but also floating flesh.

This Fang Lang suddenly felt dizziness in his brain and a lot of blood loss, which reduced his physical strength to a very low level.He scuffled his back, sat down on a rock, and bit a long piece of cloth between his right arm, wrapping his barely useful hand in layers.

There was no fear in his eyes, nor did he feel heartache, because he might lose his hand, and his eyes were calm, as calm as water.But there is a kind of tenacity in this calm, and he wants to leave this place.You cannot die here.

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

He held his breath and breathed gently.In this darkness, slowly build up mental power in your own body.A long time passed, 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 faintly appearing on the palm of his right hand.With a painful smile, he said, "It's not that this hand is losing money, and it's not that it's hard to do." Holding the palm of the hand, it quickly unfolded, and the red object was finally ignited in the dark.Not long ago, a big red wolf appeared in front of him.

"Old man, it's been a long time!" 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 severely injured, he didn't say much, just said: "Blood is so strict, I dare to call the king out, how long can my spirit last..." ..