"Ayan...... Ayan ......" The wind spirit muttered and picked up the silver helmet that was blowing on the ground, and looked in the direction of the captain's dying star, corpses everywhere, and the remnants of the fire jumped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHer legs were filled with lead, and every step she took in that direction took most of her strength, but among the piles of corpses, she couldn't find them.

There was a long wolf howl faintly in the night, and the wind spirit's heart shrank tightly, and as soon as the wind and snow stopped, it could not cover the smell of this mountain of corpses in the sea of blood, and the wolves around him had been hungry for a winter, and they were ready to move. Discernible by the wolf's long howl, the first hungry wolves will arrive by dawn at the latest.

"Dafu, come here." She summoned Dafu, and with trembling hands, she brought the silver helmet to its nose, so that she could teach it to sniff the lingering breath that had been left on it. "Dafu, Dafu, I'm counting on you right now, find Ayan for me." She rubbed her big head, almost pleading.

Dafu sniffed the silver helmet, flicked his tail and jumped out, Feng Ling hurriedly stood up straight, his eyes followed Dafu's jump. After about a stick of incense, Dafu no longer jumped around, but only circled around one place, and kept sniffing back and forth.

Feng Ling's heart "suddenly" jumped, and for a few breaths he even forgot to breathe, Dafu finally raised his head, barked a few times at the place where she stood, and spun in place again.

She threw down the silver helmet in her hand, dragged the bottom of her abdomen with one hand, lifted her robe with the other, and ran in the direction that Dafu finally stood.

Still under the background of the burning torches, Fu Yanyan lay half-immobile on the ground, the back of his head resting on a large rock, his scales covered with blood, but still intact, his hair was white with snow, and his eyelashes were covered with scattered snowflake ideas. This silence of death was no stranger to the cold wind spirit, and her legs trembled as she moved towards him step by step.

Her wide eyes were obviously full of tears, but they couldn't fall down, and there was a huge sadness in her chest that weighed on her, and she was stunned for a long time before she suddenly fell to her knees, raised her head and let go of her throat and began to cry, only her mournful cry was left in the vast snow, and the wolf howl in the distant mountains actually stopped for a while.

A cry of pain exhausted her strength, and she finally collapsed weakly in the blood-soaked snow. As soon as she turned her head, she saw Yan Yan's blood-stained face, and she refused to teach him to be so embarrassed, so she hurriedly stood up, approached him, and raised her sleeves to wipe his face clean.

After wiping it twice, she suddenly stopped her hand, stretched out her hand from her sleeve and touched his face suspiciously, Xu had been in the snow for a long time, and her hands were numb from the cold. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, rubbed her hands together a few times, regained some consciousness, and tore the neckline of her robe and reached into her hand.

Surprise suddenly burst into her heart, his neck was still warm, and there was still a faint throb in his neck.

"Ayan! Ayan! You don't want to sleep! Feng Ling quickly wiped the blood off his face, slapped his cheek and pushed his eyelids away, "Open your eyes and see, it's me, I'm coming!" ”

She struggled to untie his scales, leaned over and leaned over his chest, and there was a faint heartbeat in his chest, indicating that his life was still in his body, but after tossing for a long time, he still didn't have the slightest reaction.

The wind spirit picked up his head and took it into her arms, and felt a handful of almost half-congealed blood in the back of his head, and by the light of the torch, she looked at the big rock where his head had rested, and there was a puddle of blood, and she immediately understood where Fu Yanyan was: he did not have a silver helmet, and must have been injured by the back of his head hitting the stone.

She held him in her arms but could not do anything, if she wanted to drag him away, she could not say that she could do it, but she could walk, and within a few miles she would be besieged by the hungry wolves who followed the bloody breath; If you want to sit and wait for dawn, you don't know if you can hold on until dawn, and you listen to the wolf howl from far and near, but you are afraid that you will arrive before dawn.

She took the hand of the flicker, and felt that his hand was getting colder and colder, and then she tried to probe his neck, the warmth was quietly draining, but despair was gradually filling her heart, and tears were falling to his chest one by one.

The surprise and hope that had just been ignited suddenly became a head-on blow to her. The man is indeed alive, but she wants to watch him die slowly, and there is nothing she can do.

After a while, she stopped crying, wiped the tears on her cheeks, lowered her head and smiled bitterly at Fu Yanyan: "I'm really confused, Bodhisattva treats me well after all, I can't see you again, but now I can not only see you, but I can always accompany you, this is a great favor, how can I not be satisfied." You can rest assured, I will not leave you half a step, wherever you go, I will follow you, in this life and in the next life. If the Bodhisattva wants to blame you for killing too much, I will accompany you to fall into the six realms of samsara and pure karma. ”

Dafu let out a low whimper beside them and hung his head. Feng Ling stretched out his arm, untied the chain around its neck, stroked his back hair, and said slowly: "You have been with me for most of your life, but I have not been able to do anything for you, can you blame me?" The wolves are coming, you should run for your life, and we will say goodbye to this life. ”

Dafu seemed to understand, whimpered lowly, and circled around the wind spirit unwilling to leave, and the wind spirit slapped it on the back, annoyed: "Go, go!" ”

Dafu howled, jumped out a few steps, and glanced back at Feng Ling, and then ran away.

Feng Ling watched Dafu disappear into the darkness, relieved slightly, and took a long breath to hold the hand that had been cooling down and put it on his cheek. "You originally planned to leave our mother and son to confess the sin of the deception of Na Laoshizi, so I said that I would go with you, but you should not allow it, you have seen it, and God will not allow you to be so cold-hearted, so you must send me to accompany you."

"Ayan, I'm sorry, on the day you set out, I still annoyed you, I couldn't stand you, I should have ...... It should have been ......" Fang Cai's eyes that had obviously stopped slid down again at this moment, Feng Ling choked her throat and couldn't continue, she suddenly remembered the feeling of her thick palm on her face when she cried in the past, he never knew what to say to comfort her, he only held her face with a warm palm, and wiped her tears with his clumsy hands.

"Ayan...... Ayan ......" Feng Ling took his warmless hand, covered his tearful eyes, and cried: "You have been bloodied for the Tang Dynasty for twenty-seven years, but you have only given me seven years, I have never understood the principle of serving the country with loyalty, I only know that you live up to the Tang Dynasty, but you have borne me for half my life, only seven years, how is this enough, how is it enough......"

Chang Gung Star appeared in the sky, the long night was coming to an end, and the torches had already burned out. Feng Ling felt that all her tears had been drained, her hand as cold as the hand that was blowing, and she leaned down to listen to the heartbeat in his chest, so faint that it was almost impossible to find.

On the nearby hills, wolves howled one after another, and there was at most a stick of incense to listen to the sound.

Feng Ling laboriously dragged her body to lean on the boulder, snuggled up to his chest, put one of his hands on her belly, and comforted the child who was writhing uneasily in her abdomen: "Mo Ha is not afraid, Aya and Mother are here." ”

She took out the small silver knife she carried from her bosom, tried to stabilize her violently shaking wrist, pulled out the scabbard, grasped the hilt tightly, aimed it at her heart, and waited for the first wolf in the distance to appear.