After resting for a while, the breath that had been breathing for a while finally eased up. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As soon as the anger passed, the two children immediately heard the sound of their stomachs growling.

Liu Shuangli hurriedly unwrapped the package behind him and opened it to see that there were still a few pieces of flower cake and dried fruit left. Although there was not much to eat, it was barely enough for the two children to survive tonight.

It's also good that those people in the Zhengbei League, although rude, are not too much for them. Since I caught them, I never thought to check their packages, let alone rob them. Therefore, their parcels, and the silver, clothing, and other things in them, are still carried behind them as much as they do.

Sitting in the sorghum field nearly two people high, I simply ate two pieces of flower cake and a few pieces of dried fruits, and filled my hungry stomach a little. The two children stood up again and searched for sounds.

But they saw that the Mongols standing on the horses of the nearest sentry had been replaced by one of them.

It was already noon, and most of the other Mongolians who were searching had stopped, except for the Mongolians who were standing on the right side to observe and the Mongolians who were on guard and guard.

There was no more shouting and the grinding of objects in pursuit, and the field fell silent.

It was so quiet that the two children didn't dare to make any moves, so they could only sit back next to each other and wait quietly.

In the afternoon, the autumn is high and cool, the blue sky is like washing, the white clouds are like yarn, and it looks very beautiful.

At this moment, a sudden rush of horses' hooves rushed from a distance, instantly breaking the rare quiet beauty between heaven and earth.

The two children stood up in amazement, looking for prestige.

But they didn't know how to hear and see things, so they couldn't hear or discern how far away the sound of horses' hooves was from where they were hiding, and how many people and horses were in the sound. Therefore, they could only listen anxiously, listening to the horses approaching and stopping, to the people turning over and dismounting, to the almost shouting of the greeting, and to the echo of the same shouting.

In fact, these sounds are still a lot of distance from the two children, but the too quiet afternoon provides a good channel for these sounds.

That's why the two children can hear the voice of the Mongolian people so clearly.

It's a pity that those people speak Mongolian, and the two children can't understand what they say at all.

They could only vaguely discern from the tone of their conversations that these Mongolian people seemed to be anxiously discussing something, and there was a lot of dispute over something during the discussion.

While they were arguing, they suddenly heard an angry shout from the other direction.

The sound of arguing immediately stopped, and only someone hurried over and whispered a few words to them, followed by several angry roars, which shook the heavens and the earth. The two children hiding in the sorghum field in the distance were also shocked and almost tripped and fell to the ground.

What's going on? What happened?

The two children looked at each other in surprise, but the tall and dense red sorghum completely blocked their view. In addition, there are so many Mongolian people surrounding this sorghum field, and they do not dare to move around, for fear that if they take any inappropriate action, they will suffer in vain.

This time, it shouldn't be the same as before, those Mongolian people will inexplicably cut each other again!

Thinking so, the two children held hands and leaned on each other, puzzled and curious, waiting for the situation outside to change.

I only heard the Mongolian people on the side who were still arguing fiercely, and quickly ran towards the side that was screaming.

But they had barely taken a few steps when they suddenly heard another shout from another direction. This time the cry was both angry and fearful.

The Mongolian people, who were running quickly, immediately divided a part to check the situation on the side where the new cry was heard.

What's going on here?

The two children stood up straight in confusion, tiptoeing to see more.

But the place where the sound could be heard was really quite far from where they were hiding, and no matter how high they stood on tiptoe, they still couldn't see the slightest situation over there.

After listening to the Mongolian people who were running to check and the Mongolian people who kept shouting, there was another Mongolian conversation. This was followed by several curses through gritted teeth. Before the cursing had stopped, there were different cries of people all around, the same anger and horror.

The curses suddenly turned around at this moment, and they shouted something. Before the words were finished, someone was ordered to run away.

The two children listened carefully to the changes in these voices, and kept guessing what was going on outside.

Just as they were pondering to themselves, they suddenly felt a heat wave coming, and the two children looked at it in shock, and saw the dense sorghum field in front of them, and the fire was soaring to the sky. The heat wave was caused by the burning sorghum.

These Mongols were in no hurry to burn them all to death in the sorghum field.

What to do? If they don't escape, they will be scorched here.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, it was getting closer and closer to them. The two children can't take care of much. In order to save his life, he immediately jumped up and ran forward desperately with his back to the skyrocketing fire.

But the dense sorghum hindered their speed, and before they ran a few steps, they saw that the sorghum in front of them also ignited, and in an instant they were all on fire.

The two children turned and ran to the right again, but the fire on the other side was ignited within two steps. Then to the left and backwards, looking around, there were all flames rushing to the sky, and they were literally surrounded by the raging fire.

In the late autumn season, the weather is dry, and a little spark can ignite a raging fire, let alone now, man-made deliberate fire.

In less than an instant, the small sorghum field was under constant erosion by the fire.

The two children stood in the middle of the fire, completely stunned for a moment.

There is nowhere to escape, is it that they are destined to die here today?

Just escaped from the great sword of the Mongols, and now they are burned by this fire?

The bigger the fire, the more it was blown by the wind, and it raged violently, reaching into the sky. Smoke rose and filled the field.

Before the fire reached the two children, they coughed uncontrollably from the smoke.

"Are we really going to burn here?" Qin Siyang coughed a few times, wailed, and knelt on the ground.

Liu Shuangli bent over, put his hands on his knees, coughed incessantly, listened to the boy's wail, shook his head violently, and said, "No, no, we won't die here." ”

Tears fell from Qin Siyang's eyes, and he didn't know if it was thick smoke or because he was sad in his heart.

Seeing Liu Shuangli shaking his head, Qin Siyang was not optimistic because of this, and still cried in a low voice: "The fire is burning, what else can be done, Shuangli, we really can't escape today." ”

Liu Shuangli coughed again, looked up at the raging fire, didn't know whether it was to give himself courage or to appease the wailing boy, and shouted: "No, we can't die here." As she spoke, she immediately unwrapped the package behind her and pulled out her Moon Singing Sword from it.

"Shuangli, what are you going to do?" In the tears, seeing Liu Shuangli suddenly pull out his sword, Qin Siyang said in surprise.

"Cut the sorghum grass here. Liu Shuangli replied, dropped the package on the ground, took a few steps forward, and really cut the sorghum with his sword.

"Cutting sorghum grass?" Qin Siyang was a little puzzled.

"Yes, the fire is about to burn, and if we don't cut a clearing, we will really be burned to death. Liu Shuangli explained, after trying a few cutting gestures, he chose the most convenient one and cut it harder.

Qin Siyang was stunned, and after a while, he had an epiphany, immediately held back his tears and jumped, took out a sword from his own package, and joined Liu Shuangli's action.

Speaking of the sword in Qin Siyang's package, it was given to him by Han Qihai a few days ago when he proposed to Han Qihai to chase Liu Shuangli.

I don't know where Han Qihai got this sword. The sword as a whole is dark and dull, and there is no texture decoration on the outside. And the sword is shaped like a crescent moon, which is extremely strange. It looks like a sickle commonly used in folk farmers, which is unpleasant to see.

But as soon as you pull out the scabbard, you can feel the crescent-like blade of the sword like lightning in the sky. As soon as it is unsheathed, any other light will dim with it.

The blade of the sword is unstoppable and indestructible.

A real treasure is also.

Asked about the origin of the name of Han Qihai's knife, Han Qihai only replied with a faint smile: "The name of the sword is Luzi, which means the son of Zhan Lu." ”

Qin Siyang didn't really like it when he heard it, but he accepted it.

Now to take such a sword comparable to the ancient divine sword to cut sorghum and weeds is really overkill.

With the help of Lu Zijian, who was as sharp as clay, the speed of cutting sorghum grass was accelerated several times, and in less than a quarter of an hour, the two children cut out an open space more than a zhang wide.

The two children gathered the sorghum grass they had cut and piled it up in the middle of the clearing. Then the sorghum stalks that had been cut off but still protruded from the ground were flattened as much as possible.

The fire had burned to the eyebrows, and the two children could no longer lean on to cut it. Liu Shuangli finally waved the Moon Ming Sword in his hand and cut off the few sorghum plants that had not burned to the roots recently. Seeing the flame close to her eyebrows, being blown forward by the autumn wind, she subconsciously took a few steps back.

A small hand was on Liu Shuangli's shoulder, she looked back and smiled, her eyes were still hanging with tears smoked by the fire, flashing brightly, and her pretty face was forced to turn red by the skyrocketing fire, looking extremely beautiful.

Qin Siyang was stunned unconsciously, and the hand on Liu Shuangli's shoulder tightened unnaturally.

"Siyang, it's okay, the fire can't burn inside, we will all be alive. ”

Qin Siyang nodded, spread his hands, hugged Liu Shuangli tightly, and pressed his forehead against her shoulder.

Feeling the boy's twitching body, Liu Shuangli turned around and hugged him, tears rolled down uncontrollably.

The fire that soared into the sky was fierce. The two children were in the only small open space in the blazing fire, and hugged each other tightly.

It is the happiness of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, the tribulation on the front line of life and death, and the hand in hand that does not know the future; all kinds of excitement, all kinds of emotion, all kinds of feelings that cannot be described in words, all of them surged into the hearts of the two children.

They hugged each other tightly, motionless for a long time. (To be continued.) )