"Useless thing!" Erma deliberately scolded loudly, "Just say that Erma is back, don't you understand?!"

There was silence in the tent for a while, and a messenger came to salute, "Chief, please come in." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

She took a hard sip of the messenger and struggled to enter the tent with a hard back.

Amo put her left hand around Dawa, and her right hand around a woman she didn't know, enjoying boundless bliss, and her eyelids didn't bother to tease: "Oh, you." ”

"Who is she?" asked Erma indignantly.

"Her name is Zia, Dawa's sister. "Amo kissed the woman with heavy makeup.

Erma didn't say a word, and took advantage of Dawa's unguardedness to pull her hair hard: "Shameless! Now that you are fighting with the Zhou people, you dare to confuse the leader!"

Dawa lost her face and protected her face in embarrassment, while her sister Ziya tried desperately to stop her, and the three women scuffled.

Amo watched the battle with great interest and couldn't help laughing.

"Oh, white fox, when did you care so much about me?" Enough of laughing, he slapped Zia in the face to crush their fight.

Erma gathered her dress and was confident: "Of course, you are the father of my child!"

The Ommo sneered, "It should be said that it is a step that will make you the mother of the next and next leaders." ”

"Whatever. Erma confessed, "You don't trust me, and I can't help it." We are one, and if you are unlucky, I will not be happy. ”

Amoskin approached her with a smile and held her tightly to her chest, "Is the best and most convenient way to conquer a woman be to have a child with her? ”

"I'm not a dog!" Erma protested, "I've done enough for you!"

"Not bad, not bad. The admiral replied, "You are not a dog, and dogs do not want to be rewarded for their loyalty, but you want a good reward." ”

Erma was furious: "You humiliated me in every way, what do you want? Feng Ren led the Zhou people to Kunlun soon, they found the divine beast, expose your conspiracy, and you will be finished! What about Zhou Tianzi of Shalan? The people you sent to recover Shalan also attacked for a long time, right?

Amo choked up, she unscrupulously exposed his secrets, which was really unforgivable!

The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so he picked up the knife to cut the meat, one by one, and slaughtered Dawa and Ziya, who had no time to escape, as if they had no time to escape.

"You're so bold!" he said coldly, holding the blood-dripping murder weapon, "See what's going on with you!"

"I'm pregnant with your child......" Erma felt a chill in the back of his head, he was a beast!

Am disappreciative: "Dawa is also pregnant with my child. ”

Erma swallowed: "You ......"

"What to do with you? How much difference is there between killing two and burying one pit and burying three in one pit. Ammo added, gesturing a knife at her neck," ...... Honestly, did you really kill Azili?

Erma was horrified: "Yes, yes. ”

Amo stared at her for a long time, and put the knife into the sheath: "You go." ”

"Huh?"

"Go, you can go anywhere. Half a year later, if I am not dead, you will come to me with your child. ”

"I ......"

"Get out!"

Several slaves burst into the tent and lifted her out.

What does he mean?

Confused, Ruma was quickly put into the carriage and galloped into the unknown distance.

"If I haven't died in half a year, you'll come to me with your child. ”

These words inexplicably taught her some warmth.

Warmth is warm, but she is soberly aware that her dream has gradually deviated from the course.

Kunlun Hill.

Erma reluctantly distanced herself from her dreams, and Su Xian, who was marching hard, was relieved that he was standing in front of her dreams.

Looking up at the majestic peaks and snow-capped tops, he was both excited and worried.

It's this that I'm excited about.

Is the wind really on it?

"Prince, let's go!" Bai Yao led the people to bow to Kunlun Qiu reverently, and urged Su Xian.

Su Xian took the reins and said to Azili, who was struggling on horseback: "Pick up your life, laugh secretly, your divine beast is waiting for you." ”

"Wait for him?!" someone replied disdainfully, "Dream!"

Licentious!

Su Xian looked around for the guy who was talking back, and suddenly saw a little boy in red squatting on the rock in front of him, playing with the long whip while grimacing at him.

He couldn't help but be happy: "Where did you come from!"

The boy's cheeks flushed: "Obviously you're a human!

Su Xian pretended to be surprised: "If you can speak human words, you are indeed a person." You were squatting like that just now, I mistook it for a monkey, I'm sorry!"

"You are dressed like a Zhou person, are you a Zhou person?" the boy changed the subject.

"Hmm!, what a clever little monkey!" Su Xian continued to tease him.

The boy gritted his teeth and said, "Don't call me a monkey...... Can the Zhou people speak Rong?"

Su said meaningfully: "I not only know Rong language, but also Qian language. By the way, little monkey, have you ever seen two Zhou people go up the mountain from here?"

The boy thought for a moment, "Yes." ”

"...... they?" Su Xian was overjoyed.

"Dead. ”

The boy spat out two words lightly.

Su Xianru was struck by lightning.

"Nope. He waved his hand, "I'll have to see for myself." ”

The boy threw a loud whip: "Aha, welcome, welcome, beautiful Zhou people, knock me down first!"

"Don't get in the way!" Su Xian thought that scaring and scaring was enough, and he refused to be serious with children.

"Smack!" the boy whipped and whipped his face impartially.

Su Xian dodged, and the whip pierced his left cheek, bleeding slightly.

He got a little blood stained and studied it carefully.

The boy leaned back and said, "Hehe, it's more beautiful to add a little blush!"

"I'm a person. He removed the reins of the horse, "I hate the arrogant monkey the most!

Teaching a little boy who doesn't know how to be polite is a very easy thing for Su Xian. Although the boy was nimble and quick, and on several occasions narrowly had the upper hand, he was a little short of him, and he was swept up in the reins of his horse, and fell firmly off the rock.

"Oops, oops!" cried the boy as he sat on the ground, baring his teeth.

Su Xian stepped forward to help, and said with a smile: "Little shaft, does your butt hurt?"

The boy pulled and put his arms around his neck.

"What are you doing?!" Su Xian's neck was cold, knowing that he had used a dagger.

"I want you to die!" said the boy viciously.

Su Xian couldn't help laughing, and "fluttered": "A child is a child, and if you can't beat it, you will play tricks." You want to kill me, it's not that easy. ”

He easily grabbed the boy's wrist, forcing the boy to give up the dagger, gasping for air and crying out in pain.

The boy tossed for a while, and said unadmittedly: "You just have a lot of strength just because you are a man!"

"Huh?" Su Xian was weird, "Could it be that you are a woman?"

The boy took off his hat and braided his hair: "What do you say?"

Su Xian looked left and right, sighing and shaking his head.

"Enough is enough?!" the boy announced angrily, "I am the daughter of the chief of Dulan, the Blue Bird! You must remember! You don't have to thank me for coming to meet you, it is thanks to my sister Yaomu who has always said good things for you, I agreed." ”

Bai Yao understood, and hurriedly gave a salute: "Excuse me, did Meng Zheluo Dawu go up the mountain in a group of four people?"

Blue Bird glanced at him: "Yes, Meng Zheluo and his wife, as well as a couple of Zhou men and women." ”

"Linfeng!" Su Xian's eyes lit up.

"Excuse me, are they all okay?" Bai Yao was very concerned about the most revered messenger of God.

The blue bird crossed his arms and glanced at Su Xian coldly: "...... If you make it in time, you may be able to see their corpses at the peak of Chung Shan. Don't go too late, or the heavenly eagle will eat them to the bone......"

"Damn!" Su Xian tied the blue bird with a rope, "Lead the way!"

Blue Bird was surprised: "You dare to tie me?!"

"Not only do I dare to tie up, but if something happens to Linfeng, I dare to kill you!" Su Xian did not hesitate.

The blue bird groaned for a while: "Okay, I'll take you there." ”

Ten years ago.

"Abba!" a teenager shouted desperately at the burning tent in a panic, "Abba!"

In the firelight, only the sounds of fighting and screams answered him.

"Abba!" he cried out, his voice trembling, "...... Grandma is dead, Abba is dead!"

Easily, Abba's shadow flashed in the firelight, his robe was stained with blood, and one eye hung horribly on his face.

"Meng Zheluo, you still don't want to escape?!" he reluctantly raised his half-cut knife at his son, "The dead are dead, you have to live!"

The young Meng Zheluo burst into tears: "Abba, I want to stay!"

"Useless child!" Abba roared, "If you live, our Qiyan tribe will not be extinct!

"I will avenge the tribe! I will teach the Rong people to perish!" as soon as the young Meng Zheluo finished speaking, a soldier of the Rong Dynasty pounced on him like a hungry tiger.

Abba slashed at the soldiers, but another soldier grabbed his elbows, and he couldn't get rid of it even if he tried his best to resist.

Misfortune awaits the weak son!

He was so suffocated that his temples burst out of the muscles, broke free from the entanglement of the soldiers, and freed his son who was almost suffocated from the hands of the demon: "Meng Zheluo, go quickly!"

"Abba!" Meng Zheluo was reluctant to his father.

"You're fifteen years old!" said Abba as he struggled with the soldiers, "Remember today!

Meng Zheluo stretched out his hand, he innocently wanted to take his father away.

"Bang-"

"Smack. ”

He froze as he watched his left arm fall in a mess.

"You have to remember......" Abba who had cut it off himself looked at him in despair and disappeared into the flames again.

Was it painful or not?

In the many long nights that followed, Meng Zheluo could not recall it in any way, but his father's eyes were like a poisonous snake biting a wound on his heart that could never heal, and he was dripping blood from time to time......

Three years later.

Burdened with hatred and hope, Montiello is eighteen years old.

He wandered endlessly, begging to survive, and endured countless glances, ridicule, and humiliation because of his physical disability and intellectual intelligence.

"Remember!" he often thought helplessly of his father's entrustment in the biting cold wind, in the vast snow.

What can you change if you remember? Nothing can be changed! Remember is better than forget.

Why didn't he die in the same massacre, and maybe in the imaginary world, he would be reunited with his family......

Strangely, hunger, cold, beating...... None of them took away his fragile life like a withered branch, and after three years of inhuman torture, he is still alive.

Heaven did not even reward him with the right to die.

One day, in rags, he passed by a small lake.

The tribes by the lake had just been plundered by the Rong people, and everyone was hostile to the other.

I can't eat enough, and the trust in each other is like ice and snow on a spring day, which disintegrates and melts in an instant.

They spy on their neighbors, and while maintaining their own hardship, they are ready to steal the lifeblood of their once dear and friendly neighbors.

Meng Zheluo wandered around the tent, and immediately felt the terrifying atmosphere and greedy gaze entrenched here.

He retreated wisely.

Trailing his footsteps was a mournful wail.

He ran to the low slope in a fit of rage before he dared to look back: the family's tent was burning brightly......

The tribe has finally begun to kill each other......

Monciero's sky collapsed suddenly.

Are you really merciful?

Sitting on the shore of the lake, Meng Zheluo stared numbly at the turquoise water.

The world, the world of men, is full of beasts in human skin!

Who is creating all this, who is playing with fate?

The devout tribes of the gods are buried in the savage trampling of the tribes that rely on force! The good and weak creatures are killed by the ravages of the vicious and powerful devil!

Fairness, justice, friendship......

Do these things that represent light have any value?!

Unbelievable, unbelievable.

He's so tired......

He lay on the shore of the lake, unwilling to move.

The black wings of death gradually covered him.

Let's go to the bottom of this clear water, with the river map, with the clan feud, and the broken beautiful dream......

He thought about the situation very clearly, wept bitterly, and then, crawling to the rocky beach, little by little, approached the destination he had decided.

"I don't regret it! I don't regret it!" he forced himself to be satisfied.

His fingers touched the lake.

The lake was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

"Are you thirsty?" said a sudden, milky question, so frightened that his heart almost stopped.

"You are thirsty, drink!" a pair of delicate little hands held the sweet water of the lake and eagerly brought it to his lips. He looked up at the owner of the hand, a girl of six or seven years old.

He froze where he was.

Explain to her that he was not thirsty, but that he was going to kill himself, and that her eyes were as clear as the water of the lake, free of impurities.

Meng Zheluo, who was known as the successor of the Great Witch when he was very young, couldn't turn his brain.

He looked at her: "...... Where are you from?"

"There. The girl pointed aggrievedly in the direction of the rioting tribe, "A lot of people burned my home, and my grandmother told me to run here and hide." ”

Meng Zheluo felt a thorn in his heart and said, "How long have you been hiding?"

The girl looked at the sun and couldn't help crying: "Grandma made an appointment to pick me up when the sun was in the middle, but ...... Can ......"

Her grandmother is afraid......