So, he's been sleeping for a month?

"No, you slept for three months." Jiangyue Road.

"Three months...... The man? He was a little worried.

"Retreated."

"How do I get back?"

General Zhao led 3,000 troops, killed them by surprise from the side, and burned their grain and grass. It's just General Zhao..... Unfortunately died in battle...", there was a trace of sadness in her tone, she never thought that one day a lady would wear a military uniform, ride a war horse, and hold a golden gun to go to the battlefield!

"General Zhao? Which General Zhao? He was a little puzzled, why he had never heard of any General Zhao, but he was inexplicably panicked in his heart, he didn't know why, there was a trace of fear in his heart.

"Zhao fireworks." Jiang Yue said calmly.

"Corpses?" Gu Xibei was slightly stunned, and then asked.

"Nope. According to the soldiers, General Zhao was rewarded by the enemy and died under the indiscriminate arrows, leaving no corpse, only bringing clothes back. ”

Gu Northwest blocked the arrow for Jiang Yue, if it weren't for him Gu Northwest, Jiang Yue would not stand here today and talk to him. It was probably because the emperor lived up to his wishes, and Gu Xibei finally shook the big tree of Jiangyue. She said, "You asked me if I was tired of waiting for someone who would never come back?" I'm tired now, NW, we're ....."

Gu Xibei shook his head: "But I'm not tired, I'll wait for her to come back." ”

Gu Xibei's mind often comes back to the scene when he first saw her that day, she was wearing a long dress with dark blue brocade, embroidered with white plum blossoms on the skirt, and used a white brocade belt to tie the slender waist that was unbearable.

The jet-black hair was rolled into a wishful bun, and only a plum blossom white hosta was inserted. Although concise, it looks fresh and elegant to the mirror to freshen up. The face is thinly powdered, a light blue silk double-glazed palace dress, a newly picked white plum on the head, and only a jasper hairpin is pulled, decorated with a thin silver silk beaded tassel, and the lotus step is walked.

She smiled, opened her red lips lightly, and said softly: "Little girl Zhao Yanhua, meet the son." ”

At that time, she was smiling like a flower, elegant in manners, dignified and generous, and she was such a well-cultivated lady who threw down the guqin that belonged to her in order to please him, and picked up a spear that did not belong to her.

A pair of Qianqianyu hands are also covered with calluses, this is what he owes her, now, let him pay it back with thoughts and waiting!

Later, on the wall of the border pass, another person was replaced, and every dusk he would stand on a high place, raise his eyes and look into the distance, expecting that one person to ride a white horse and wear a military uniform, and say to him with a smile: "I am back!" ”

Later, the imperial court and Fanren fell into infighting, and the northwest land was no longer contested. The imperial court did not pay salaries, and many soldiers fled because they did not have enough to eat. Jiang Yue also left, and heard that she was going to get married.

There are fewer and fewer people in the small border towns, and everyone has moved to the big cities with abundant supplies. The town was completely lonely, and everywhere it could be seen was desolate. At dusk, it is even more endless desolation.

It became an isolated city.

I heard that on the mottled and dilapidated city wall of the border pass, there is always a person who is guarding with a dilapidated spear, waiting for one person to triumph.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I've heard that you're always alone.

The mottled gates of the city are entrenched in the roots of old trees,

The stone slab reverberated and waited.

The rain is deep in the old hometown,

I have heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the shepherd's flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village,

It is us that fate takes root.

After reading it, Su Xiaran asked, "This is your story?" Who are you? ”

"I wanted to stay with him for the rest of my life, but there is too much helplessness in this world." The voice was mixed with a trace of sadness, a trace of desolation, and an imperceptible helplessness.

But his heart was very solemn, why did Xia Ran faint frequently in recent days, the length of time he fainted was different every time, he found a doctor, but the doctor said that he was just too tired, prescribed some tonic, and said a few words to let her rest well, but after taking so much tonic, he had never let her do anything tired these days, why did she faint suddenly as before?

Xia Ran's body, what's going on?

Every time she fainted, he was terrified, afraid that she would never wake up again.

"You know what? I just had a dream, a dream that had nothing to do with me, but that scared me a lot. Su Xiaran trembled a little when she spoke, she was afraid that she and Ye Moqing would also be separated, because whether it was Yun Meiren or the original owner, their love ended in sadness, and she actually sometimes wondered what she would do if she really became enemies with Ye Moqing one day?

Although she didn't know why she thought like this, she felt vaguely uneasy, she felt that the people around her were extremely complicated, such as Su Xiayan, what had happened to her? Why has she changed so much in just five years, and between An Guifei and Yun Meiren, she always feels that there is a connection between the two of them, but she has never been able to think of what the connection is, maybe Su Xiaran never dreamed that Yun Meiren and An Guifei are the same person.

Of course, the biggest question is still yourself, who is you? Why does she have so many memories in her mind that don't belong to her, why does she always dream that Ye Moqing is killing enemies on the battlefield and being killed by the enemy, who is she? Who the hell is it? This was her biggest question.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Ye Moqing gently hugged Su Xiaran and said distressedly, he wanted her to be carefree for the rest of her life, but he was always absent when she was in danger, sometimes he really hated himself, hated his cowardice and incompetence, especially the few times he fainted before, he felt that he was too weak for the first time, and the idea of wanting to become strong had never been so strong as now.

"Ye Moqing, do you remember that I kept fainting for a while?"

"Yes." How could he not remember, he still had lingering palpitations when he thought about it now, but fortunately it was all over, and he swore that he would never let her be hurt again in the future!

"In my dreams, one of the scenes I always dream about is that you kill the enemy on the battlefield, but you are killed by the enemy, I want to save you, but every time I pass through your body, I am so scared." Su Xiaran let go of Ye Moqing, and looked at Ye Moqing with a pair of inky eyes with a little starlight, his expression was unprecedentedly scared.

"Dreams are all the opposite, don't be afraid, don't you think I'm doing well now?" Ye Moqing raised his hand and gently touched Su Xiaran's head, comforting.

"You don't know, that dream is really real, and it really makes me sometimes can't tell if it's a dream or reality." Su Xiaran said very seriously and seriously, although she dreamed of that scene many times, she would never feel that she was dreaming every time, that heart-rending feeling, just like the feeling when she saw Su Mansion being wiped out, that she would never forget no matter what.

Dressed in a dark robe, his posture is slender, and he is full of anger, like thin winged lips forming a line, and the whole exudes a dangerous atmosphere.

He pursed his lips lightly: "How's it going?" Are you all set? The extremely cold tone fell on people's hearts, and a woman in black hiding in the darkness was shocked, and shivered, even if she was so far away, she could still feel the cold aura of the master, it was really, terrible!

I saw a woman in black come to the man in Xuanyi with a light skill, knelt on the ground, bowed her head slightly, and said in an extremely calm and cold tone: "Everything is ready, just wait for the master's order, you can act." ”

After the woman finished speaking, she raised her head and looked at the man in Xuanyi, there was no wave in her red eyes, only boundless indifference and coldness.

"Su Xiaran, Su Xiayan, Yun Ruoxue, hehe, I'm really looking forward to our meeting." The man in Xuanyi laughed coldly twice, it was originally the season of the cold winter wax moon, and at this moment, it made people feel as if they were in a thousand-year-old cold place, which was even colder. I saw that when the man in Xuanyi said the names of these three people, his eyes flashed with a strange light, as if there was a trace of excitement, a trace of excitement, and a trace of expectation.

Haha, Su Xiaran, as the heir of the former spirit master, you must not have thought that I would be reborn in Nirvana and make a comeback, right?

Su Xia Yan, Su Xia Yan! Actually, you could not have been involved, but ...... If you want to blame it, blame you for choosing the wrong person in the first place, Wen Yu? Oh, this is just my first gift to you, and I'm looking forward to your fightback.

As for Yun Ruoxue, the favorite disciple of the former Dustless Hall Master, and the Linghyun Master candidate of the Spirit Clan, you should never have thought that the King of the East China Sea, the Lord of the Hall of Eternal Life, and His Highness Mochen, his death was not because of being lonely and young, nor because he was outnumbered, but because all of this was planned by me, right?

Whether it's Li Hengzhi, or Lonely Qingdi, Beiyan, Moli, Wen Yu, these are just a big gift from me to you, you can be million! Be sure to put it away, after all, our show has just begun!

However, this Ye Moqing is indeed a variable, in his plan, Ye Moqing should not have appeared, and he has not yet found out Ye Moqing's identity, but his intuition tells him that this person is likely to ruin his revenge plan, so this person can't stay!

While his wings are not yet full, strangle him in this cruel world first.

It's just that this night Mo Qing doesn't seem to be as simple as it seems, the people he sent to assassinate him or assassinate Su Xiaran many times have all returned in vain, and those who are a little weaker don't even have a chance to live.

Those who survived were basically abolished, if the people he sent were ordinary people, he might not have been so vigilant, but the people he sent were not people, they were all the best elites of the demon race, and they were almost wiped out under Ye Moqing's hands, you can imagine how terrible his strength is, so he can't stay! Must die!

"How's that night ink clearing?" The man in the dark clothes asked.

"I'm sorry, I haven't found anything for the time being, but he should have some kind of relationship with Chu State, and further investigation is still underway." Hearing this, the woman in black broke out in a cold sweat in her palms, she should have come or come, this night Mo Qing's identity is really strange, the whole person seems to have appeared out of thin air, without any identity, background, and no information about him, he doesn't seem to have the slightest trace of survival on this continent, if it weren't for their desperate investigation, I'm afraid they wouldn't have found out that he seems to have some kind of close relationship with the Chu State, but now it's just conjecture, and there is no definite evidence to prove their opinion.

"What did I say?" The man in the dark robe was obviously angry, and his tone became tougher.

"I can't find out who this person is in Ye Moqing for a month, come to see him, his subordinates, let the master deal with it!" I saw that the woman in black had a calm gaze, her hands were clenched into fists, she looked at death as if she was at home, her plain face had no expression, and she said in an indifferent tone.

Let's not talk about these thousand human beings, just one Tianxuan Spirit Bead needs to consume a lot of manpower, financial resources, and material resources, let alone twelve!