Duanyue stood in place, she stretched out her immature hand and looked up at the sky. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Walking in front of the wind couldn't feel his sister's steps, he turned his head suspiciously, he followed Duanyue's gaze and looked at the sky, the snow the size of cotton wool fell one by one, but in a moment, the surrounding cornfields had scattered and accumulated thin snow.

Duanyue looked at the goose feathers and heavy snow, and she was still cold, and she was about to drill into the cornfield with her feet open, but she was grabbed by the collar by the wind and lifted up like a little chicken.

"Stop playing, hurry up and go to Chang'an!" The wind frowned, and he turned his head to look at the end of the path, but there was no end in sight. talks about Chang'an, but where is Chang'an?

"You always say that Chang'an is Chang'an!" Duanyue pursed her lips and fluttered vigorously. "It's been a month since we walked from Broken Leaf City, where is Chang'an!" After saying that, Duanyue immediately howled and cried, and she was at a loss as soon as she cried like this. My sister has been pampered since she was a child, although she grew up outside Xinjiang, but the arrogance of the aliens has not been contaminated, and the squeamishness and stubbornness are not less.

There was really no way for the wind to go, so he let Duanyue down with a long sigh. "It's all here, we can't go back, let's hold on." As he spoke, he posed and squatted down in front of Duanyue. Although Duanyue is young, she also knows what to do, and of course she understands that there is no way to do it now.

She didn't make a sound, and obediently lay on the back of the goose wind, her little hands gently wrapped around her brother's neck.

Duanyue rested her head on the shoulders of the wind and watched the snowflakes fall one by one, and her mind didn't know where to go. I still remember that it used to snow when the leaves were broken, and my mother moved a chair to sit in front of the door, and Duanyue sat in my mother's arms very obediently, watching the snow accumulate in the yard little by little. Thinking of this, Duanyue felt sad for a while, and she buried her face on the back of the wind to hide her sadness.

"What's wrong?" Feeling a slight tremor on his back, he quickly stopped and asked.

Duanyue replied softly. "I miss my mother."

The wind didn't speak, he continued to walk in the snow in silence, letting the wind and snow hit his face, and the snow melted by his body temperature turned into water and penetrated his thin clothes along the angular face of the wind and the wind penetrated his thin clothes. "When you get to Chang'an, everything will be fine."

"Chang'an, Chang'an! You're always talking about Chang'an! I just want to be with my mother and father in Broken Leaves! Duanyue suddenly erupted, she broke free from the shackles of the wind with all her might, and fell to the ground and shouted at the wind. The wind stared at Duanyue, holding back the anger in his heart. He walked up to Duanyue and squatted down, and said in a soft tone. "My mother has died of illness, and my father has also died on the battlefield, and now there are only you and me in the Shen family." Beneath his pretended calm words was an endless sadness and sorrow in his heart. Both parents have left, and all the responsibility is on his shoulders in an instant.

"Never again?" Duanyue asked in a low voice.

"Well, never again." The wind answered Duanyue's question coldly, as if he was an outsider, and none of this had anything to do with him.

Duanyue opened her mouth to say something, but Yan Feng immediately covered her mouth with her hand and looked around vigilantly. Surrounded by vast cornfields, snowflakes creaked against the fragile corn. But strangely, there was no wind, and the corn was swaying from side to side. Apparently he had also seen the "lively" corns, his wheat-colored face suddenly changed color, and his eyebrows wrinkled involuntarily.

"Brother...... Duanyue raised her head and looked at the wind suspiciously, she also felt uneasy, and subconsciously hid in her brother's arms. Along the way, Duanyue has been cultivated to be keenly vigilant, and her eyes are looking around, and the inner turmoil and apprehension are all written on her face.

The wind wrapped one hand around Duanyue's waist, carrying the little one in her hand, and touching the long sword at her waist with the other hand. He held his breath, like an arrow on a string, and had to fire. "Since they're all here, don't hide!" He shouted at the empty fields, and the young man's voice had a subtle trill, and it was difficult to hide his fear. Duanyue swallowed her saliva, and she also shouted around like her brother. "Come out! You have the ability to come out! As he spoke, he bared his teeth and waved his little fist angrily, like an angry cat, staring angrily at the murderous intent hidden in the cornfield.

In the face of the provocation of the two, the people hiding in the shadows couldn't hold back. There was only a sound of screaming, and the cornfields were being pulled around, and it was estimated that more than a dozen men dressed in gray rushed out, all of them carrying long, cold knives.

They stared at the two of them, hesitated for a moment, muttered something in a strange language, and finally rushed towards them with their knives in their eyes as if they had reached a consensus. The wind licked his dry and cracked lips, took a deep breath, and rushed towards the field on the other side with Duanyue without saying a word, and the towering straw perfectly hid the figure. But the killers were not vegetarians either, and they followed the pace of the wind into the cornfields.

Duanyue's eyes were shining under the creaking nest of the wind, and she still looked back from time to time to see if those killers had caught up. And the wind is out of breath, sweating all over the moon in the middle of winter, and the hot air is rising from the top of the head. He didn't dare to stop at all, like a headless fly running aimlessly in the boundless fields, the leaves that got in the way were extremely sharp from the ice and snow, but the wind didn't make a sound even though his face was scratched one by one.

The footsteps were in my ears, and I couldn't shake them off, and the wind sighed helplessly. Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of them, and apparently the killer didn't react, he was stunned for a moment, and then he shouted in that unintelligible language. Seeing that there is no escape, while the accomplices have not yet come, let's fight hard!

The wind moved his throat, and his gaze fell firmly on the killer, for fear of missing his every move. At the same time, he put down Duanyue, protected her behind him, and pulled out the long sword at his waist with his right hand to protect it in front of him. "Cover your eyes!" He said sharply, and Duanyue immediately raised his hand to cover his eyes tightly.

The killer didn't wait for the wind to prepare, and immediately rushed over with his sword, aiming it directly at his chest. Yan Feng is not a weak person who is a vegetarian, he flashed to the left, blocked in front of Duanyue, and perfectly dodged the sword. Without the killer adjusting his direction, the wind took a big step forward, and with a swing of his sword, he cut a wound on the killer's thigh, and blood immediately gushed out. But unfortunately, although the wind seized the opportunity, but its strength was too small, and it did not cause much damage to the killer. It was also during the first fight that the rest of the killers slowly moved closer.

Listening to the sounds around him getting closer and closer, the wind became more and more pale. After all, he is just a sixteen-year-old boy, and his martial arts are no match for these people who live on the blade. He could still escape by dealing with a clever man, but in the face of more than a dozen well-trained killers, not to mention a teenage girl, how could he escape from such a crowd of people?

Ignoring the cold sweat on his forehead, the wind raised his long sword and rushed towards the killer, and the killer raised the sword in his hand to meet him without showing weakness. The wind moved quickly in front of him, and the killer saw that he was just rushing towards him with all his strength, but he was defenseless, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips. He leaped forward, his sword aimed straight at the heart of the Tempest.

At this moment, the wind turned his right foot, and his body naturally turned sideways, and at the same time, he withdrew his right hand backwards, throwing the sword he was holding into his left hand. In the blink of an eye, before the killer could react, the sword in the left hand of the wind pierced the heart, and the warm blood splashed from the wound with a "poof", staining his clothes and quickly turning into a black stain.

The wind licked his lips, the sweet smell pulling him back into reality. He immediately took his eyes off the corpse, picked up Duanyue, who was still covering his eyes, and ran towards the depths of the cornfield.

Seeing the death of their companions, those killers instantly became furious. They muttered unintelligible words and looked hideous, like people who had lost their minds. The killer who seemed to be the leader looked at the direction of the escape of the two of them with gloomy eyes, and a sneer was hooked at the corner of his mouth. He took out a slender bamboo pole like a bamboo flute from his waist, picked it up in his mouth and blew it vigorously on the back of the wind.

A long black needle with a long finger was blown violently, and it instantly whistled towards the target, as if it could feel like it could tear through the dry and cold air. The long needle lived up to expectations and pierced the back of the wind fiercely, with an inconspicuous appearance.

Feeling the faint pain coming from his back, he didn't take it to heart, and now the top priority was to get out of the killer's pursuit as soon as possible. Duanyue laboriously turned his head to look at the group of killers behind him, I don't know if it was his own illusion, those killers all showed subtle smiles, as if relieved, turned away, and gradually drowned in the swaying corn stalks.

Duanyue blinked, incredulous that she was out of danger. She looked up at the wind and said in a cheerful tone. "Those individuals are gone!"

"Is that ......" Ranphy was facing forward, and Duanyue could only see his chin, not knowing what his expression was. Listening to her brother's lukewarm answer, Duanyue felt a little awkward in her heart. She looked up desperately and said.

"We're safe!"

Tempest didn't respond to her. Duanyue frowned and twisted her body in displeasure, obviously wanting to emphasize her presence. only heard a plop, Duanyue's eyes flickered, and he was carried and fell to the ground. She stood up with her hands propped up, her eyes staring in disbelief at the unblemished wind that had fallen to the ground.

The wind revealed a strange black and purple color, and black blood flowed down his chin between his closed lips, as if he had been poisoned. Duanyue looked at all this, and was afraid that she didn't dare to probe the snort of the wind, afraid that she wouldn't feel that trace of warmth.

The tense thread in her heart suddenly broke, like a lifeless doll, looking at her brother who fell to the ground with empty eyes, opening her lips slightly and saying nothing, only a "gurgling" sound came from her throat.

It was the first time Duanyue had faced death head-on, and it wasn't until the tears in her eyes soaked the hem of her clothes that she realized what had happened.

It was the first snow in Chang'an, and the terrible screams echoed in the cornfield, shaking off the snowflakes on the bellflowers.