Huan'er rushed over with an arrow and grabbed Qing'er's arm fiercely: "Demon girl, you led the enemy to attack us?!" ”

Qing'er was stunned for a while before she understood what he meant, and she only felt inexplicable.

Huan'er raised her hand and slapped her fiercely, and gave an order to several soldiers in front of the tent: "Escort this woman down and keep it under strict guard!" ”

The soldier suddenly received the order, and without saying a word, he dragged Qing'er's arms and twisted them stiffly.

Qing'er was angry: "A bunch of fools! Go and report to the prince, what kind of ability is it to catch me! ”

Huan'er spat on the ground and sneered: "Don't bother with the young girl, as long as you don't add bad luck to us, we can't lose!" ”

Qing'er was so anxious that her throat was on fire, but the soldiers still gagged her, and roughly dragged her to the forest where her horse was tethered, and tied her to a poplar tree with a thick bowl mouth.

Listening to the shouting and killing sound getting closer and closer, Qing'er's heart became more and more anxious, and she was so angry that she almost went crazy.

However, if she shouted out her throat and burst into tears, the soldiers were like hibernating Wang Ba, who was as immobile and steady as Mount Tai.

When the heavy rain began to fall, Qing'er finally sobered up a little.

Before, she was in a hurry—since the fight had already begun, Jun Yu would definitely know soon, and it was even very likely that she had expected it a long time ago.

She shouldn't have come out to get involved in this in the first place.

Jun Yu didn't treat her as his own, Huan'er didn't treat her as his own, and the soldiers in southern Xinjiang didn't treat her as their own. Even if there is a war, even if there will be casualties, where will it be her turn to worry about them?

Thinking of this, Qing'er was a little discouraged, so she simply closed her eyes and leaned against the trunk of the tree and began to sleep.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and soon the rain pooled and flowed down the branches and trunks.

The soldiers would find a place to hide from the rain, but Qing'er could only stand motionless, listening to the sound of killing in the distance through the rain.

Bleak, tragic, and have a different taste.

The night rain at the end of summer was already very cool, and the lightning tore through the night sky from time to time, creating a chaotic light and shadow in front of her eyes—

The carved jade garden, the fierce soldiers, and the familiar faces full of horror.

Falling heads, splattered blood, desperate screams.

On the delicate verandah, countless people pushed, cried, and fled.

The sound of the sword piercing through the flesh was distinct, and the warm, salty liquid splashed on her face.

She could even clearly feel the chill of the blade touching her skin.

"Shameless witch, let's get on the road!" A thunderous roar rang in his ears.

Qing'er shuddered and opened her eyes in horror.

In front of me was still the sparse and fallen forest, still the endless rain curtain, there was no garden verandah, and no soldiers came to this place.

The thunder I heard just now was indeed just thunder.

It turned out to be an inexplicable nightmare.

The heart was still beating uncontrollably. She steadied, her throat suddenly aching, and tears somehow welled up in her eyes.

It was as if something touched her heart, but she couldn't capture the source of those emotions.

It's just that suddenly it's sad, it's sad.

That kind of feeling is as lost as when everyone betrays their relatives and leaves, as desperate as when a family is ruined, and as helpless as when there is nowhere to live in the world.

After a long time, the shouting and killing in the distance gradually subsided, and she was still immersed in inexplicable sadness, unable to extricate herself.

A rush of footsteps came. Before Qing'er could open her heavy eyelids, her shoulders tightly strangled by the rope had sunk into a warm and broad chest.