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It was night, and the wind was blowing. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xia Yun was awakened from his dream by the sound of the roaring wind, and he vaguely remembered that such a strong wind was blowing on the night the old butler died.

All I could hear was the whistle of the wind blowing through the treetops, like a hungry beast running through the night sky.

The wind whipped up fine grains of sand and stones and struck the windows and eaves, as if they had been hit by a throwing knife, crackling.

An inexplicable uneasiness suddenly rose from Xia Yun's heart, he lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and looked into the distance through the crack in the window.

At this moment, the dark sky suddenly flashed with sparkling lights, and it was slowly swimming towards the village.

Xia Yun rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dreaming, and looked out the window again, and the distant sky was indeed a winding red star, appearing and disappearing, fluttering in the dark, like a ghost fire!

After another moment, the wind became quieter, and the swaying of the leaves could be faintly heard outside the window.

The hazy drowsiness hit, Xia Yun was about to close his eyes, and the sparks that appeared in the sky were now connected into a large patch, reflecting half of the sky in the distance.

The wind stops, the sand sinks.

The air was filled with the cool smell of summer night dust and grass.

With the sound of clattering horses' hooves, from far and near, the sparks that were originally slowly moving here became brighter and brighter.

Instead, the rhythmic sounds grew louder and louder, and in an instant, they were like a mountain of momentum.

Xia Yun was lying on the bed, his ears had become a buzzing ring, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out.

He saw the scene of the flash flood in front of him again, and suddenly sat up from the bed!

The neighing of horses was heard, and then all sorts of shouts, knocks, cries...

"What's going on out there?" Xia Yun couldn't help but ask when he saw Uncle Nan who was already dressed and standing at the door.

"You and Xiao Yao don't come out first, I'll take a look!" Uncle Nan motioned to Xia Yun to take care of Xiao Yao.

Before Uncle Nan could walk out of his fence door, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Several torches had already rushed in through the door.

Then more than a dozen people dressed as soldiers, holding sharp weapons, rushed in, and couldn't help but pull Uncle Nan, Xia Yun and Xiao Yao, who was still asleep, to the big willow tree at the entrance of the village.

"Daddy, who are they?" Xiao Yao rubbed her eyes and asked in a daze.

"I don't know!" Uncle Nan frowned, with a worried face.

Under the willow tree, all the people in Mingxi Village, including the elderly and children, have gathered.

A large bonfire under the tree had been lit, and the flames were blazing.

Numerous torches surrounded them, illuminating the entire great willow tree for nearly a mile, and standing opposite them was a heavily armed army, numbering a thousand.

At this time, the whispering of the breeze began again, mixed with the friction of willow leaves, and the bustling noise of men, women, and children in Mingxi Village.

Xia Yun's sleepiness has completely receded, his ears are filled with these chaotic sounds, his mind is also very chaotic, his hand holding Xiao Yao is constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, and the feeling of uneasiness has been lingering in his heart, getting thicker and thicker!

"Whew!" "Whew!" "Whew!"

The soldiers who surrounded them suddenly shouted in their mouths, and the spears in their hands kept pounding on the ground, and the sound shook the earth.

Xia Yun and the villagers were suddenly too frightened to talk nonsense, and timidly stared at these uninvited guests who drove them out of their gates in the middle of the night.

Then the soldiers fell silent again, and made way in the middle.

A group of guards in silver-white armor and swords walked out neatly from the back of the line.

Immediately behind them was a large horse wrapped in golden armor, shining golden in the light of the torches around it.

Sitting on the horse was also a man in golden armor and a golden mask over his face.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Then, among the dozen or so guards with swords, a person walked over, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully to the above: "General! ”

The man in the golden armor remained silent on his horse, unable to see his facial expression, but waved his hand slightly.

Then the guard who was kneeling on the ground nodded and got up, and walked in front of Xia Yun and the villagers.

He pulled out a very detailed portrait from behind him.

"Listen, villagers, have you ever seen this man in the portrait? He has stolen the treasure of our general's family, and we are searching for him with all our might, and if anyone knows his whereabouts, let us know immediately! Anyone else - shoot and kill! ”

He snorted softly and shook the portrait at the crowd opposite.

Xia Yun looked at the portrait, which depicted the face of a middle-aged man, with bright eyes, thin and long beard, clearly Mr. Liu's appearance, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes was very fine, but it was only seven points similar.

Xia Yun looked at the reactions of the surrounding villagers, and it seemed that they had all seen it, after all, Mr. Liu had been in the village for more than half a year.

"That's not.... Mr. Liu? Li woodcutter at the head of the village muttered, but no one stood up, two children pointed at the portrait, they read with Mr. Liu, and they all saw that it was Mr. Liu, and was about to step forward to speak, but the family covered his mouth with his hands and dragged back to the crowd.

It seems that these villagers have secretly made up their minds not to report it.

The lieutenant only whispered, and seemed to see the thoughts of the villagers, and took the portrait around the people, staring at them viciously, like a beast waiting to tear apart its prey, and several children saw his eyes, and immediately hid behind the adults.

"Do you say yes?" He glared angrily, threw the portrait into the open space in front of him, and casually drew the sword at his waist, "Those who don't report it, behead!" ”

He also swung the sword in his hand down forcefully and made a gesture of cutting off his head.

When the villagers heard him, they just cowered back, thinking that he was just scaring them, and didn't particularly care.

At this moment, the man sitting on the golden horse snorted softly, and the lieutenant general's face was frightened, and he immediately turned to look at him with a frown.

I heard the masked head of the golden-armored man move slightly, and a slight sound came out of his nose and teeth: "Burn!" ”

Finally, the adjutant general changed, bowed his head and said yes, waved his hand at the soldiers on the left and right, and shouted: "Burn!" ”

"Whew!" "Whew!"

Hearing the order, his spear-wielding soldiers smashed their weapons on the ground again, like a herald.

Soon, a large group of men with bows and arrows came out from behind them.

I saw them light the arrows with the special fire oil, and then, in the direction of the village.

"Put!"

With the adjutant's order, hundreds of firebird-like arrows drew an arc from the sky and fell into the small streets and houses of Mingxi Village with the sound of the wind.

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