The bonfires around them thundered, their brilliant red light flickering and dancing in the stagnant flesh eyes, and their slightly drunken faces became hotter and hotter, dyeing the deep dark night a burgundy.

In front of the tent, it was as if a phoenix had flown out.

The wind man asked her to sing, so she untied her long hair, and stood on the wooden platform step by step to clear her throat.

Standing on the stage, a pair of calm eyes, which were as clear as a promise by the firelight, suddenly met the countless eyes around them, they melted into the thick night, and were exuding a hot steam.

"Go down! Let's go down! One day I became a traitor, and I am a traitor in this life! Traitors for generations! ”

"She's a traitor! Arrest the traitor! Severely punish traitorous slaves! She's a traitor! Arrest the traitor! Severely punish traitorous slaves! ”

"White bait. Decade! I've listened to you sing for ten whole years! I thought you were different from other singers, but I didn't expect that at the moment of crisis, you still sang the most unsung song for yourself! You remember, after Yuhuatai! The singer is gone! Listeners never listen again! ”

The most painful words she has ever heard in her life are probably that sentence, the singer has passed away, and the listener will never hear it again.

When those rumors are rampant, she is paralyzed in pain, and when she stands on the stage again with the same purpose, will she still sing? Can she still sing?

There is a large cave at the foot of Matuo Mountain, which is specially used to imprison the enemy, and the most important thing here is white bones and tears.

At this moment, the voice of the soothing voice gradually stopped, and the melancholy eyes began to brighten up a little.

"Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, several times in a dream. I couldn't bear to put down my pen, and the paper was full of blood and tears......"

It was she who came.

Standing at the mouth of the cave blocked by iron fences, Jiang Li's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise.

She finally sang.

It's just that this voice is a mixed blessing.

It's not that I'm afraid that she won't sing well, but I'm afraid that this voice will be interrupted, and at that time, all her disguises will be seen through by the wind people, and the consequences will be unimaginable.

The sound is like a pipa that has been plucked, sometimes melodious, sometimes stagnant, and the strings may break at any moment.

At this moment, he actually regretted for her, he hoped that she would not sing from the beginning, but this was not his original answer.

On the Fengyue field, he and Tiao Huayu talked about what happened to them in Qinhuai.

When Hua Yu heard this, she didn't decide to let him go the same path as herself, but decided to help them, and at the same time help herself.

When Tiao Huayu asked her to sing on the stage of the dance pavilion, he tried his best to stop him from doing so, despite the tearing of his wounds.

He asked Hua Yu, "Why are you doing this?" You know it's a great disservice to her. ”

Tiao Huayu said, "I'm not hurting her, I'm helping her." ”

He didn't understand what he was calling a help, and just insisted on opposing him doing this, until Tiao Huayu turned around and asked him, "Don't you want to know, when she stands in that place again, will she still sing?" ”

Tiao Huayu also asked him this, in his heart, whether he wanted her to sing or not.

At that time, he didn't answer Tiao Huayu, but just silently connived at the decision he made.

Since she couldn't sing on the stage anymore, he almost thought about her every day that she had to sing, because he knew that she was truly happy when she sang.

The unspoken answer gradually became clear.

He still remembered the instructions that Tiao Huayu had told him before leaving, and he said that he hoped that one day, he would be able to meet them again because of her singing.

"Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, every grass and tree is haggard. It is said that Lingshan is thousands of feet high, and it is difficult to find a red rose. Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, how much love is in the end of the world? I see geese flying south every day, and I don't see that the old people's hearts are broken. ”

She heard her voice singing in the silence, and she thought she should be able to sing without any burden.

"Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, the annual cold star falls. Looking at last year's star in the north, who is the cold star this year? ”

This song of Mocang was too familiar to them, and most of the wind people were able to follow her.

Especially, in this charming night, they looked at the mountains in the distance, as if they really saw the spiritual mountains of Mocang, the ice fields of Mocang, and the grass and trees of Mocang.

Why is everything in front of you so familiar?

Could it be that this is not Lisang, but Mocang? Could it be that this bitter battle has ended, and Mocang has completely conquered Lisang, and since then it has been at the top of Kyushu?

In their minds, everyone's question is different at this moment, but the answer tends to be the same.

Suddenly, someone suddenly stood up from the crowd, looked up at the sky, and shouted in surprise: "Mocang has won a great victory!" It's a big victory! ”

In the barracks, on the battlefield, sorrow is sometimes not tasted by everyone, but joy is like a sporadic fire on a pile of dry grass in winter.

One after another, people stood up and chanted slogans of victory.

In this cool night, joy is thick.

The figures reflected in the bonfire became more and more scattered, and the singing woman gradually withdrew from her thin clothes, and the moonlight flowed through her fragrant shoulders like a mellow wine held high by them, pouring down the corners of their mouths, wetting the Adam's apple, wetting the uniforms, and wetting the peaks of their homeland.

"Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, where is Lingshan without blood? And listen to the sound of pine waves in the middle of the night, telling the merits and sins of yesterday......"

Her waist danced in the wind, like a spring breeze blowing willows, and she looked down emotionally at the soldiers who were constantly crawling to her feet from all directions, their steps were disordered, sometimes they were knocked down by their companions, sometimes they stumbled, and they had only one goal in their eyes, and that was to get her.

In the vast ocean, hundreds of boats compete for the current, and strive for the upper reaches of the competition field, and there are obviously heroic people who take the lead.

Ma Yi Ya was black, naked, and the praying mantis pounced on the long-coveted prey like a cicada, but unfortunately, the bamboo basket was empty.

Her agile figure only turned an inch away, and then she flew to the outer edge of the altar, where the elevated bonnet was at its most burning.

Her calm eyes looked at it, and the autumn water cut her pupils, the Tao was affectionate but seemed ruthless, implying that if she wanted to get her, she was destined to be obstructive and long.

After many years of fighting, he has hunted countless women, and no prey can be lost. Ma Yi Yahei deeply felt a trace of contempt from his peers.

When he first woke up drunk, in mid-air, he showed his sharp claws, which were his last killer weapon.

The gurgling fangs betrayed Ru Mao's desire to drink blood, and he decided to savagely tear her to pieces on the open-air sacrifice platform, as a crown hunter should be.

But there are always people who are unwilling, and in the face of such a powerful opponent as Ma Yi Yahei, they are unwilling to share their prey with them, which is the experience they have gained after suffering losses again and again.

Soon, someone took the lead in tearing off their clothes, and for the WindClan, going shirtless was the most powerful way to duel between the strong and the strong.

Tonight's plan to plunder the crown was conspired by them a few days ago, and they could not afford to lose to Ma Yi Yahei again, no matter what way they used.

So, at first it was a one-on-one confrontation between fists and fists, then they attacked in groups, and then they retreated in a series of defeats, and some people became angry and violated the biggest taboo in the arena and brandished the scimitar used to kill the enemy.

This result was something that Ma Yi Yahei didn't think about, and he was already a little annoyed. No, it's wrath, like a lion, with all the hair open.

Thus, a bloody killing officially began.

She is very satisfied with this result.

Gradually, his eyes moved from the center of the altar to the tent not far away, waiting for an opportunity to make a move, and he picked up the torches burning in the brazier.

At this moment, when no one knew what was going on, a flamboyant torch turned into a long dragon, streaked across the drunken night sky, and flew towards the northernmost tent, which was also the farthest from her.

Taking advantage of the perfect opportunity, her figure immediately turned around on the boxy altar, and each hand held a torch, and countless fire dragons flew out of her hands like arrows from the string, scrambling to be the first.

For a while, there was a killing competition on the sacrificial platform, and a large-scale competition was also unfolding in the sky above it.

At the foot of Matuo Mountain, it was reduced to a sea of fire.

At the entrance of the hole, the door of the prison is broken with a single knife.

He stopped outside the cave door and looked back at the panicked people, his eyes hesitating.

"Let's go! If you don't leave, those wind people will be killed! Bai Bait turned around, followed his gaze and glanced at him casually, and when he lowered his eyes, he found that his abdomen had been stained with blood, and his attitude was even more resolute: "Your wound has cracked again!" We have to get out of here right now! ”

was pulled by her quickly, and he was stunned and stopped him: "White bait......"

The voice was very soft, so light that you could hear the panicked cries of the people behind you.

At that moment, her breathing was extraordinarily heavy, and she didn't know what he was hesitating about.

"I'm tired to death! A full eighteen jars of wine, a full camp tent has to be moved! I, I, I, I—is it worth it? ”

Zhang Yazi finally rushed to the entrance of the cave with his last breath, and at this time he was too tired to do anything, and the whole person collapsed directly on the ground. "Huhu......"

The two blindfolded eyes were raised, and they happened to see the back of Bai Bait's sideways, "Bai Baibai-Bai girl!" ”

The moment she was stopped, her heart was almost beating out of her chest.

"How! I didn't hold you back! Zhang Yazi still insisted on getting up.

"No, no." She naturally turned around and replied indifferently, "You've done a great job." ”

Zhang Yazi smiled happily, and the moment he saw the moment he was leaving, he remembered something, "The son who will leave!" See my boss? Is he in there? ”

"In, in!" Sholi nodded affirmatively.

"Boss......" In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yazi had already squeezed into the hole, "Oh, where is it?" Will leave the son ......"

"It's just-" Jiang Li helped his forehead, pretending to be sweating for Zhang Yazi, and then looked at the white bait, "......"

Subsequently, the nearby intersections near the cave were blocked by her with fire barriers, and the wind people were blocked outside and could not attack at all, and the people in the cave also successfully evacuated from the hill one after another.

The last to come out were the two people from the people's shop.

"Dead duck! Why is it so late! I'm waiting for me! This month's salary is gone! ”

"What??? Isn't this month's salary long gone? ”

"Then next month's salary will be gone!"

"Ahh

Zhang Yazi fainted to the ground in an instant, but he was very happy when he saw the flames in the sky.

"Still lying down and pretending to be dead! Come back with me and fix up the shop! ”

"Come on, come on......"

At the foot of Matuo Mountain, Jiangli and Baibai walked out of the dead of night, and the camellia was all the way.

"White bait."

"What's wrong?"

"I didn't tell me anything about the desert in advance, it's mine-"

"Old things don't talk about it." She stopped, looked at him calmly and said, "It's all over, isn't it?" ”

He was so excited that he couldn't wait to take her hand and try to confirm, "Are you really willing to let go of the past and start over?" ”

"I think Hua Yu is right. Cheng is also a singer, defeat is also a singer, the identity of a singer is always a kind of imprisonment for me, and the matter of Yuhuatai is not a relief for me? If people want to live freely, they must learn to recognize their predetermined destiny, let go of those unbearable pasts, and not care about those so-called honors and disgraces. Isn't it? She replied.

Hearing her say this, his hanging heart was finally at ease. Jian eyebrows spread, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, "I know that the white bait is still the original white bait!" ”

"What do you mean?" She asked, hesitantly.

"Uh...... If you want me to say that I can't tell for the time being, anyway, she is still the white bait in my mind. Otherwise, if she only thinks about saving me alone, why bother with those wind people? With her ability, it's not easy to sneak into the rear and rob someone? He said quietly and leisurely as he walked, and folded off a camellia on the side of the road, and put it to the tip of his nose to smell it, which was refreshing.

Her face was silent, and she paused for a moment before she said, "Kill the werewolf." ”

"What?" He pinched the camellia in his hand and looked at her incredulously.

"Shouldn't the Wind Clan kill so many of our enemies and make them pay the price in blood?" She said as a matter of course, "If I don't kill them, do you really want them to wait for news from the new master?" ”

His eyes calmed and he walked thoughtfully, but he didn't hear much of what she said later.

"But I don't know why some people, who knew from the beginning that they could save themselves, waited until they could—" She glanced at him nonchalantly, her brow skeptical.

"Self-help? How can I save myself when I am so badly injured? He immediately argued, his face turning ugly with pain, "hiss...... This wound ......"

Her brow furrowed suddenly, her face full of worry, and she was busy asking about his condition.

"It's okay, it's okay......"

On the dark road, the moonlight faded, leaving only a camellia, gradually losing its beauty.

As Tiao Huayu said, he really wanted to know, when she stood in that place again, would she still sing?

He hoped that she would still sing, just like Qin Huai's old days.

And after that night, she gradually became convinced:

Ten years ago, fate chose her, and ten years later, it is up to her to make the choice.