Qingyan came up, grabbed An Ning's hand, his eyes were red, and he lowered his voice: "Your Highness, you can't be like this, you can't be like this." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

An Ning sighed and raised her head to look at her: "Only in this way will Yang Ziming really help me." ”

- Although Yang Ziming is a ruthless and calculating person, he is also a person who hates to owe favors to others, and even if others treat him well, he will remember. "That person" helped him, he was willing to drive for "that person", and if she also helped him, he would also fulfill her wish.

If she costs her life, he will definitely help her.

She can't destroy Beirong, so she finds someone who can destroy it.

She pushed Qingyan's hand away, and just whispered, "You must stop Maple Scar, he can't come to save me until the plan is successful." ”

In the next second, she was surrounded by the Beirong people, and people tied white ribbons around her, symbolizing the blessing of the warriors. General Bu walked towards her, holding a bowl of spirits in his hand, and he whispered, "It's cold, drink a bowl of spirits, it will feel better." ”

Yang Xi looked up at him, stretched out her hand to take the wine, raised her head and drank it all, even if the taste was bitter and astringent, and it was spicy in her throat, she endured it.

Abu reached out and hugged her like a hero, whispering a few words in her ear. After listening to this, An Ning smiled at him: "Thank you, Abu, you are a true warrior. ”

Although they are mortal enemies of each other, at this moment, his kindness deserves her respect.

General Bu put on small armor and handed her a shield and a sword. An Ning raised her head, Princess Yin Yin was also ready to go, dressed in tight-fitting silver armor, standing beside Queen Beirong and talking. Queen Beirong's vague face was hidden behind the veil, and she smiled kindly at An Ning, as if she felt very sorry for her.

The mother and daughter seem to be unconcerned about the upcoming duel, as simple as a game.

General Bu took her hand, everyone surrounded her, and also surrounded Princess Yinyin, and the two walked into the snow.

The torches along the way to the altar were lit like a road to hell, and An Ning raised her head, and the snowflakes fell on her mask and on her face, cold and bitter.

A staircase had been erected between the ground and the altar, and when the duel began, the staircase would be removed, and only one person would be able to walk down alive.

General Abu helped her up the stairs and whispered to her, "It will be over soon." ”

Death is only a moment.

No one believed she would win.

An Ning laughed to herself, she didn't believe it herself - she could only buy a little more time, a little more time.

Su He's gaze swept over everyone and fell on the little boy at the focus of the lights, frowning a little suspiciously-why do you think that little boy is a little familiar?

Thinking of this, a sudden flash of pain flashed through his mind, as if preventing him from thinking deeper.

Yesterday he drank too much alcohol, he couldn't wake up with a hangover, his memory was a little confused, and he couldn't remember some things that had happened recently, as if he had forgotten what he had done.

This is extremely rare for him who is not drunk with a thousand cups. Even when he was awake, he was lying in a locked wooden house in the backyard.

"Suhe."

King Beirong's hand suddenly put his hand on his shoulder, and he whispered, "My son, my father needs you to do something for my father. ”

Su He raised his head and saw the coldness and murderous intent spreading in his father's eyes: "You immediately go and arrange manpower, no matter whether you win or lose, those Daliang people can't get out of here." ”

Su He was slightly stunned, if he won, the people of Daliang should be respected and respected.

But he only hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "I'll go and arrange for people right away." King Beijung nodded with satisfaction and patted him on the shoulder, "My Ali Tunasuhe, my father will remember your loyalty." ”

Su He's face flashed with joy, nodded, turned around and hurried into the snowy night, but the moment he turned around, his eyes were still cold and cold-his beloved father, still playing him like a child?

Queen Beirong glanced at King Beirong worriedly, and asked in a gentle voice, "Is something wrong?" King Beirong stroked her beautiful veil: "It's all right, my queen. ”

An Ning walked up to the altar step by step, and the priest stood in the center of the altar with a scepter, and the wind and snow were blowing in his face, making people unable to open their eyes.

The priest did not seem to feel the cold, nor the emotions of men, and his voice was dry and old, like a tone without warmth from the grave, and he recited a long prayer as a blessing to the hero who was about to meet death.

The people of Beijung fell silent and listened to this prayer. "You will voluntarily sacrifice to our great god of ice." The priest spoke slowly, and he stepped forward and sprinkled something on Yin Yin and Anning's foreheads.

An Ning couldn't understand what he was saying, she dodged what was spilled, the cold wind seemed to pour into her body, and if this prayer was a little longer, she would probably freeze to death here.

The priest held up his scepter: "Glacier God, please accept the respect that your warriors have shown you." ”

"Bang-" The scepter fell heavily, and the stone slab under the priest's feet slowly sank, leaving only Princess Yin Yin and An Ning on the stage.

The people of Beijung cheered, drums beat and the duel began.

An Ning didn't understand Beijung, and she understood what it meant - the blade was already coming at her, she dodged sideways, and the big knife in Yin Yin's hand smashed hard where she had just landed.

Yin Yin stood up, a knife in her hand turned flexibly as if there was no weight, she smiled, and said kindly in Daliang: "A-Ning, don't get distracted. ”

Yin Yin's attack was very sharp, one move and one style barely gave people a moment of respite, approaching An Ning step by step, the altar was only three zhang wide, An Ning was hiding and defending, refusing to let her get close.

It was a battle of disparity, and she had little chance of winning.

Bang - Yin Yin's knife smashed on her shield, Yang Xi was pushed away by a strong force, rolled on the ground, and reached the edge of the altar, his palm propped up on the cold and sharp ice and snow, and a small cut was cut in an instant.

The cotton hat fell off and rolled down the altar, causing a commotion and roar of an unknown beast in the pit. Her hair buckles fell off, and her long hair rose in the wind and snow.

The voices of the crowd were silent, cheers mixed with whispers of confusion.

King Beirong squinted and looked - a girl?

A girl from Daliang.

An Ning immediately got up, raised her hand and stroked her hair, so as not to block her view - it was too cold, her body was almost stiff, and she couldn't keep up with Yin Yin's rhythm at all.

She looked into the distance, and most of the Beirong people in the royal capital had gathered in the palace, except for the palace when the lights were bright, the entire king was plunged into a dark storm and snow, and everywhere was quiet.

Has it begun?