The jackdaw spread its wings and chirped like a ghost, striking the eve of dawn.

When he landed, the silver knife that roared out shook the short knife, and the piercing sound was close to the eardrum, even if Qiu Sheng was shocked, he still popped out the silver knife at the critical moment, and the short knife that was staggered with Zhen Yue sparked in the air and shot into the dark night of the funeral.

The flying knife missed Zhen Yue's vital point, breaking through the black belt between the ink hair, green silk like silk, scattered in an instant, with a heroic charm.

Almost at the same time, Zhen Yue and Qiu Sheng took advantage of the momentum, rolling in the snow, hand-to-hand combat, short fierce battle, Qiu Sheng pressed her scarred body, sweat dripped down Zhen Yue's miserable white face with trembling cheeks, she was full of excitement, looking into his painful eyes.

Qiu Sheng suppressed his fear and said, "Why? ”

Zhen Yue knows very well why this sentence, why does a ten-year-old child disguise herself as a man, endure humiliation and secretly live in a bloodthirsty concentration camp and struggle to the death, obviously she can explain everything, but she sinks like the deep sea, like a lowly male slave living a life of tearing flesh and gnawing bones, which is not something that a girl can bear.

Her eyes were sharp, slightly half-narrowed, and she smiled with a rare charm: "Ah Qiu, this is my belief, my way of living, don't think I'm a woman, don't kill me." ”

She could clearly feel Qiu Sheng's trembling hands, as well as his trembling chest, how could she not understand his confusion, but there was only one survivor, there must be a break, this is their world, helpless.

Qiu Sheng still maintained a suppressed movement, his brain had lost the ability to command, he looked at the calm girl with stunned eyes, his head full of green silk sprinkled on the snow like seaweed, his eyebrows were picturesque, a long time ago, he was surprised that she was thin and had tenacious survival, but he never thought that she was a woman, six years of companionship, lying in the same bed, but never found out, how calm and meticulous it was, Qiu Sheng had to admit that he was flustered, completely overwhelmed.

Not far away, on the snow-white pine tree, a black shadow disappeared in a blink of an eye, leaving no trace.

In the deep corridor of Shengjin, a man in a hurry is galloping.

"Master, there's urgent news." The man adjusted his breath and said in a calm tone.

The closed ink-colored door slowly opened, and the man entered respectfully, kneeling on half his knees, and steadily presented the letterhead sent by the Snow Eagle, which is a rare eagle on the Beichuan Plateau, with a fierce temperament, as fast as electricity, and never easily recognized the owner, this letterhead was just sent from the Snow Forest.

The glass bead curtain made a crisp sound, and a tall figure came slowly, sat on the sable couch, and raised his hand.

The man knelt and walked over, staring at the velvet boots in front of him, not daring to raise his eyes for half a minute.

The slender and pale hand took the letterhead, and when he boarded, he sighed, only to see the corners of his slightly thin mouth slightly pulled, and his phoenix eyes were raised: "In April, send someone to bring them to Qilin Fang." "The voice is cold.

"Yes, owner." April hurriedly got up and left, not daring to have a moment of difference.

The man on the couch took a sip of the tea gently, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and the incense burner on the case was fragrant, refreshing.

"Someone."

The maid who was waiting outside the door came in immediately, bowed down and said: "Master, what do you need to ......" Before the words fell, she looked at the incense burner at the head of the case in fright, knelt down suddenly, and said in a trembling voice: "The slave should die, forget about the Sang Ye." ”

The man said coldly: "From tomorrow onwards, you will serve behind the Fourth Courtyard." ”

The woman trembled, and said on the ground: "The slave obeys the order, thank the owner for not killing." ”

The snow forest howling in the north wind, in a cold bell, completely broke the tearful stalemate, in the messy battlefield, two thin bodies fell to the ground like a remnant in the wind, invariably exhaled in unison, and the short relaxation was like a gift from heaven.

The sudden bell ringing represented the end of the war, and although Qiu Sheng and Zhen Yue, who were in a stalemate, were confused, they still let go of their blades in an instant, as if they had unloaded their burdens and lay on the cold thick snow, their sideburns were oozing with beads of sweat, which looked particularly strange in the cold winter.

Zhen Yue's eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Qiu Sheng, who was trembling with her eyes closed, only to see that his mouth was chapped, but he kept exhaling white air.

"A ...... of Hatred"

The man seemed to adjust his breath, turned his head slowly, looked at her with inky black pupils, and said in a deep voice, "We will not die." ”

"You two come with me!" A rough voice came suddenly.

Zhen Yue and Qiu Sheng bounced up violently, holding the blade in their hands, even if they were shaking, their faces were still cold, as if they were about to break the kettle.

The trainer said angrily: "What! Could it be that two little cubs are going to kill me! You two will come with me to meet the owner. ”

“……。”

“……。”

Zhen Yue and Qiu Sheng were puzzled, looking at each other, the bell should have been ringing at the end of the battle, but now it ended early, and it was even more incredible to go to meet the owner, which is absolutely unusual!

Don't! Zhen Yue trembled, an irrepressible cold spread from her back, she suddenly pulled the torn placket on her chest, quickly recalled the face of the training officer, and was suddenly shocked, such an obvious situation, the training officer should have seen it early in the morning, but he didn't stab her daughter's body, and he didn't take a second look, it is conceivable that he had received the notice a long time ago, so that person should have known!

"Don't be afraid, the soldiers will come to cover the water."

Qiu Sheng's cold hand clenched her suddenly, but it was colder than her hand.

"Yes." A trace of stability quietly rose, Zhen Yue nodded, but her heart was still uneasy, the next fate was unknown, and they had no right to dominate.

Six years of dying life, they finally stepped into the mysterious Qilin Fang, stepping on the blood and bones of countless people, in exchange for a moment of respite, this is a situation beyond the established, she thought that she would die in the snow forest in the end, after all, Qiu Sheng was burdened with bottomless hatred, and she has lived for two lives, when the knife stabbed Qiu Sheng's neck, she deeply realized that this boy has gradually entered her closed heart with six years of ups and downs, death is no longer terrible, as long as the death is dignified!

The long road was swept white and flawless, completely different from the filthy and smelly concentration camp, the silver birch on the side of the road was magically luxuriant, exuding bursts of strange fragrance, and the fine white jade ground shone with a faint cold light.

The imaginary splendor and luxury did not appear, but there was an elegance and simplicity, which was really different from the cold-blooded violence that was passed down in the world, and made her wonder where the owner was sacred.

Above the hundred steps, I saw a black gold silk nanmu plaque hanging at the top of the carved mahogany door, and there were three big characters 'Qilin Palace' inscribed on it, which is the gate of heaven that countless people fantasized about day and night, and I don't know how many people's blood and tears have been paved.

The whole hall is majestic and magnificent, and the glazed tiles on the hanging ceiling reflect the brilliant light in the morning sun, so that people can't open their eyes.