The Golden Bird stepped forward and looked at the Fire Clan boy with great interest. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was the first time she had seen the bloodline of the Fire Clan, awakened by hatred and anger—after all, almost all of the Fire Clan's people had been slaughtered by the Imperial Family.

Feng Zhen raised his head, the blood under his eyes slowly faded, revealing a sense of sadness and pain, and suddenly he held the sword in his backhand and wiped it on his neck, and he was about to apologize for his guilt.

Everyone stepped forward, and Qingyan shouted, "Don't." ”

In the next second, the long sword was clasped around his neck, and he couldn't move a single minute.

Black Hawk stepped forward, a worried look on his face.

Yang Zheming, who was obviously twenty steps away, stood in front of Feng Zhen, with a long body and a jade body, obviously thin and weak, but his hand held the blade of the sword, which was as difficult to shake as the immovable Mount Tai.

The blade of the sword entered the flesh, his palm was blood-red, and the blood flowed backwards along the blade of the sword, and the cold poison in the blood slowly extinguished the killing intent emanating from the sword.

Maple Scar stared at him intensely.

Yang Zheming's eyes flashed with a trace of emptiness and helplessness that even he couldn't detect, and he slowly regained his composure: "I'll bring her back." His calm gaze fell on Maple Scar's face, and he repeated in a calm and calm tone: "I'll bring her back." ”

Whether dead or alive, he will bring her back, back to Daliang.

He had to bring her back.

Heroes, dang, return to their hometowns.

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The author messed in -- okay. Here it should be written [the end of the whole play] hey, hey, hey. Dividing line - next is the side time, the side time.

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In the Beirong Palace in spring, the back garden has been carefully cared for, and it is also full of flowers and flowers.

Mu Qiuling Shaying was watering with a kettle, her father was an ordinary caravan owner, and sent her to the palace as a concubine, in order to win the favor of the king of Beirong in exchange for a little status in the palace of the king of Beirong.

The Qiu Muling clan was nothing more than a poor and ordinary family, and had no status in the eyes of the king of Beijung. What's even more regrettable is that she was only slept with by King Beirong for one night, gave birth to a son who was not concerned, and was thrown away in a corner of the palace, but her life was not as good as that of some palace people.

Especially the son she gave birth to was sick and would die almost anytime and anywhere.

She had to work on her own, wash her clothes, and take care of the children.

"Sa-ying!" A big man grabbed a child and walked into the garden: "This kid is in trouble again." The child he was holding in his hand was like a wolf, with fierce eyes, wearing some ill-fitting tight clothes, very thin, and punching and kicking the big man along the way.

Sa-ying immediately stepped forward to snatch the child, his arm had been pinched out and bruised. She rubbed her heart painfully, and asked softly in a low voice, "Does it hurt?" Abu, who was only ten years old, shook his head, bit his lip and did not speak.

The big man held a whip in his hand: "He let the horse go again, this is the third time this month, Sha Ying, if he does this again, you can wait for him to be killed." ”

Sha Ying hurriedly smiled and apologized, and the big man continued to curse and ask them to get the horse back later, and Sha Ying quickly agreed.

The concubines and princes who were not concerned by the king of Beirong did not have any status and dignity.

Finally sent the big man away, Sha Ying knelt down and wiped Abu's dirty face with a handkerchief: "Why did you let those horses go again?" Abu stubbornly remained silent. In the Mu Qiu Ling family, this child lost his parents very early, like a wild child, and mixed with beggars, and developed a lonely and taciturn character, Sha Ying saw him pitiful, and took him into the palace to find some work, so that he could have enough food and clothes to wear.

Sha Ying sighed and touched his head: "It's okay, our Abu will one day grow into a real grassland hero." She always comforted him like this, and every Beijon would bless every child in this way, hoping that they would grow up to be heroes and bring glory to the family.

As the sun set, Sha Ying and Abu looked for the horses he had let go of on the grassland, the grass in this grassland was very lush, and the spring rain was abundant, many places were very wet, and the leather boots on their feet were soon stained with a lump of mud.

Abu walked aimlessly along the grass, not wanting to find the horse, but having to find it - if he couldn't find it, he and her aunt Sa-Ying would be punished with starvation.

But the horses were really pitiful, scarred by the whip, and had to carry heavy loads, and when they died, they were slaughtered and made into meat.

He pushed aside the grass, and suddenly heard a painful wolf howl, and immediately lowered his body, and there were often wandering wolves on the grassland who took the children away, and the movements were very fast, almost unguardable.

The wolf howled so close and painful that Abu waited for a moment before slowly getting up and moving slowly in the direction of the sound.

The grass was slowly pushed away, and then he saw a young woman. She turned her back to him and wore a gorgeous dress, like a woman in the palace. The long hair is like a waterfall, the skin on the side of the face is as white as snow, and the Beirong people do not have such a white complexion.

She was crouching on the ground with a gray wolf lying in front of her, with a wolf trap caught in her foot. Her hands were covered in blood, and she was trying to figure out how to open the wolf trap, and whispered softly to comfort the wounded wolf in a language he didn't understand.

And the wolf howled in mournful pain.

The wounded wolf is very vigilant, almost unceremonious to those who approach, and can bite off a pair of hands. This woman was so bold that she could get close to the wounded wolf.

A white shadow suddenly pounced on him, and Abu was startled, took a step back, and fell into the muddy mire. The white shadow flashed and immediately rushed into the green grass.

Abu rubbed his eyes, and the woman had turned to look at him, and he was immediately amazed by her—she was so beautiful, prettier than all the Beijung women he had ever seen, like a goddess who had come out of a temple, and no word in the world could describe her immaculate countenance.

Abu stood there stupidly, and the woman chuckled and beckoned, "They're naughty, are you hurt?" "Who are they? Abu's mind couldn't turn, and he stared straight at the girl, and under the sun, the woman's cheeks were stained with a little wolf blood, revealing a demonic temperament.

Abu stepped forward and saw that her delicate hand had been scratched because he wanted to pull away the wolf's iron, and immediately reached out to help her. The gray wolf jerked back and hissed at Abu, as if he would bite him if he took one step closer.

The young woman hurriedly whispered to reassure it, her expression was gentle, and she whispered softly, as if she were her own child, and her feelings for the wolf were unobstructed.

Is she a palace maid who raises wolves?