During the warlord melee of the Republic of China, whether it was on the grassy lakeside or on the border with yellow sand scattered, the rotten white bones of the forest could still be seen everywhere, and the shelves of human bones were thrown everywhere. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The wind and sand are like miserable cries that are constantly being shouted repeatedly.

"Did Young Marshal Lin take action or did I help you execute this sinner who slaughtered our two armies?"

"Since this vicious woman has been hiding in my barracks for five years, in the end, Marshal Ben has some responsibility? Just let me do it myself. ”

"Help me, I really love you." Tassel asks Mo Feng for help.

That look, that tone, Mo Feng was a little surprised, this woman was so similar to the woman he loved, the helpless look just now made him almost mistake that the person in front of him was, fortunately he was very conscious, if she didn't die, the other party wouldn't give up, the woman he liked was going to suffer, there was no way he wanted to save his own woman, he could only sacrifice you.

The raging fire ignited, and the woman was engulfed in flames, she realized that her life was going to disappear in the next moment, but all she saw was the man's angry eyes towards her, and she didn't feel any helpless guilt, "I hate you, Lin Mofeng, I hate you." At the last moment, she gave up the struggle, the man would not save her at all, and her life was like this.

At the last moment of her life, with a smile, she was quiet, serene, and lonely in the flames, like a blooming red lotus, quietly waiting for the flames of death to swallow her.

"All back." Yan Chen directly didn't want to look at it anymore, and took the lead in leading many soldiers to leave, and the woman died like that, and finally died, nothing good to end, and his heart was filled with anger unknownly, damn woman.

"Let's go back to the city, let's all go back." Mo Feng said to the soldiers behind him.

Just as they were about to leave, a group of patrolling soldiers brought a woman out, "Marshal, I caught a strange woman wandering around our barracks, please deal with it." ”

The woman with a face similar to the tassel saw Mo Feng, cowering and moving away.

The woman is still alive, and the man lying there won't be... The corners of Mo Feng's eyes began to throb, as if he had expected something, and his heart felt like he had been pricked by a needle.

"Oh no, marshal, Madame doesn't know when she sneaked out." Four or five maids, who were supposed to be guarding the tassels, ran over panting.

Mo Feng realized that the person who was lying there quietly, about to be consumed by the flames, was really the woman he loved the most, Tassel.

Mo Feng was almost weak and couldn't stand on his feet, no wonder he felt something was wrong just now, Mo Feng shouted and rushed into the sky-burning flames, "Don't die, don't die, tassel, wait for me." ”

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In the ancient country of Qiuzi, the legendary song of "turning back your sleeves like snow" did not stretch tactfully in this wolf-smoked kingdom, and some were just countless stories of broken souls and tears.

The bitter cold of early winter and the rare heavy snow that spread across the desert, red bloodstains, mutilated souls, lit white candles, and rising pure flames, like the surging sound of the piano playing beautiful notes with dexterous fingers, singing the peaceful requiem.

Everything returns to tranquility, everything to the end of the soul, and the quiet and peaceful desert seems to have never been bloody.