(On the plateau, although the scenery is beautiful, the disease continues, the high reaction is just right, and the chickenpox is coming again, woohoo lament!) ）

The "click" bowl of thick fir was swept away by Hua Qian, the branches fell overwhelmingly, and the fallen leaves in the sky broke away from the mother's body, with wailing and drinking.

No one could intervene, and Xie Yu had already stopped everything.

Xie Zheng gritted his teeth and watched as the red blood stained his brother's armor.

Xie Ying clenched his fists, always watching everything in the field, at that most critical moment, even if he would be reprimanded by the young master, he would fight his way and use his humble body to resist the fatal killing move.

The calf panted, leaning back and forth with Zhou Tao, not only resisting the tribal warriors who were killing everywhere, but his heart was in his throat.

Xie Yu can't die.

Yes.

This is their hope, this is the hope of tranquility, peace, wealth, laughter.

I won't think about the days of licking blood from the knife edge, where there is no glory, only killing.

I don't want to live the days of going back to Tibet, where there is no peace, only fear.

"Ding Ding Ding"

A series of sparks exploded, and the red long stick head was like a cracked sugar cane, making Hua Qian's eyes shine with excitement.

Xie Yu clenched his teeth, he would not use pain as a motivation to move forward, he was not a barbarian.

There was a blow to his waist, and he could clearly feel that his ribs were broken, and besides, not one.

He had never underestimated the enemy here, but he was wounded.

The heart-wrenching wound was a little paralyzed at the moment, and it was necessary to resolve the battle quickly, as quickly as possible, otherwise, it would only bring more casualties.

The dragon spear exploded, and after stabbing Hua Qian's red stick, it did not stop at all, and the head of the spear danced brilliantly with dazzling light, which surprised everyone and made everyone intoxicated.

Forward, forward.

The soft earth was deeply trampled underfoot, and the air currents stirred the flying leaves to interfere with Hua Qian's vision.

"Woo woo woo"

Hua Qian could feel it, and he rolled up the stick and wanted to knock off the ten thousand points of coldness, but unfortunately, he was too slow.

It's too slow.

"Poof" Hua Qian's chest was splashed with blood, he did not snort, the long stick hit the ground, with a more fierce and domineering killing move, without a trace of hesitation, he pounced on Xie Yu.

The oncoming wind was suffocating, and Xie Yu could feel it.

The dragon spear stabbed continuously, unloading the force, and the feet couldn't help but retreat, and the whole body exerted force, making the wound more painful, and indeed more sober.

"Smack"

The mighty force of the long stick struck the dragon spear into an arc, and the humming metal sound screeched harshly.

The dragon lance was quickly withdrawn, even in the same posture that the arc still maintained.

The cold spear head did disappear in Hua Qian's eyes, leaving only the bright red tassels, swaying slightly in front of the belly.

"Woo woo woo" roared through the valley.

All the tribal warriors stopped fighting and knelt on the ground in unison, their expressions and demeanors surprised and shocked the Han people.

Guda put his fingers into his mouth and blew a sharp whistle, and all his warriors stopped attacking, their heads bowed, and they all stared at the ground in unison.

The wind doesn't blow anymore.

The forest is quiet.

Hua Qian didn't have a trace of pain from beginning to end, but smiled at Xie Yu.

Black blood from the shattered internal organs gushed up his throat and slid down the corners of his mouth.

"Whew"

Hua Qian pinched the red tassel of the dragon spear with both hands and pulled it fiercely, but unfortunately, he didn't have much strength, and this drag, which only moved half an inch, really made him panting.

Xie Yu looked at the huge eyes that were suddenly full of pleading, and under the pleading, there was endless pain.

What's going on?

"Help...... I! Hua Qian gently popped out of his mouth in stiff Chinese.

Hopeful eyes looked at the dragon lance, and his face was full of respect.

Xie Yu understood.

The body of the gun trembled slightly, and soon, the fast Hua Qian was not ready, and the head of the gun that passed through the stomach was withdrawn.

"Poof" fell, Xie Yu stretched out his hand, and Hua Qian did use his own blood to draw symbols on the palm, his eyes full of satisfaction.

The red stick was raised, and the huge figure stood up tremblingly, opened its mouth, and the solemn melody was sung.

"The Silver Sacred Lake.

Open your arms.

The children returned.

Full of laughter!

Silver Divine Lake......................

Wave after wave, the warriors, women and children of the entire flower tribe were singing, and slowly, everyone gathered together, threw away their weapons, took off their clothes, and even the last trace of cloth, the last bit of animal skin, was thrown on the ground.

Ten thousand birds fly together on the shore of the sacred lake, spreading their wings sharply.

The dazzling light suddenly brightened, making everyone's eyes unable to open, and the tyrannical murderous aura instantly turned invisible.

Hua Qian walked around with difficulty, stretched out his hand and dragged the animal skin on his body, everyone was surprised to find that the blood hole pierced by the dragon spear in front of his belly seemed to be missing, and the strong man took a step, turned around and smiled at Xie Yu, and stepped into the lake.

"The Silver Sacred Lake.

Open your arms.

The children returned.

Full of laughter!

A~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~

Everyone can understand this sentence.

Thousands of people slowly walked into the sacred lake with the most primitive posture and the most primitive singing, even if it was a baby still in swaddling clothes, all of which shocked everyone.

Guda fell to his knees on one knee and sang loudly.

Xie Yu also knelt down and prayed silently.

Everyone knelt down, and they saw the hero's memorial.

The entire flower poke department sacrificed the sacred lake with their own lives, and in their hearts, all the lives here are inseparable from the sacred lake, and all of this will return to the primitive.

There are countless human heads surging on the golden lake, everyone's face is full of laughter, the white teeth, the selfless smile, the brothers who hook each other's shoulders, here, is the most warm and peaceful.

On the shore, the brave and wounded Huapo warriors dragged their stumps and broke their legs, and struggled to move towards the lake, screaming in their mouths, and the blood marks slowly gathered into a river of blood, surging and surging with glory.

The glory of the king.

glory

…………………………………………….

The simple bracket held up Xie Yu, allowing him to slowly enjoy the pure scenery in a calm and calm manner, and the slowly moving army slowly moved towards the bottom of the mountain.

This time, they didn't get a fan, everyone's hearts were heavy, they saw a portrayal of primordial glory, and all this disappeared in their eyes.

"Brother, why did they kill themselves?" Xie Zheng asked quietly beside him.

"They didn't kill themselves! That's where their lives go! ”

"Is this the destination?" Xie Zheng was a little confused.

"Everyone's life is different, every life has its own unique meaning, you see they are dead, but they are still alive in this mountain, living in the hearts of everyone in the mountain."

Xie Zheng didn't understand, but he still nodded.

Guda followed behind and asked the translator what the big leader had said.

The young man said the native language, which made the big chief's eyes suddenly moisten, and said to the young man.

The young man stepped forward and said to Xie Yu with a smile: "General, Guda said that you are the king, and these are your honors." ”

Xie Yu smiled and said, "Really? Tell him that this glory belongs to Alishan and everything here! ”