The village where the border people live does not have a special name, and no one knows when it stood in the vast desert.

However, even if it is only a small place, for the border people, it is still the homeland that nurtured them and the support of their souls.

For generations, people can't get out of this desert, and they don't want to go out, even if they just paint the ground and spend their lives in this small place, they will not regret it after all.

This is the hometown, the place where thousands of souls are buried, and the place where thousands of lives are revived.

However, even the small homeland that the border people want to protect for generations is still coveted by the demon seed born of desire.

Every time the smoke is lit, there will be fresh life drifting away, the land of the hometown will be scorched, and the houses that people have lived for generations will be shattered into rubble.

However, just when people were desperate, the iron cavalry of the empire suddenly stepped on this land, and with absolute strength, expelled all those who spread fear and death.

The desert has rarely regained its calm.

People cheered and sang, offering the greatest courtesy to those soldiers who guarded the desert in the clouds.

The relationship between the military and the people, like the Silk Road in the desert in the clouds, stretches endlessly and will always be passed on.

When Mulan and her party were about to leave this nameless village, everyone came out, some carrying eggs, and some slaughtering fish, but what was the same was the reluctant expression on everyone's face.

"Thank you for allowing our small village to have a rare peace ......"

The village chief also came, his cloudy eyes were blooming at this time, and his hands clasped with the soldiers were also trembling with excitement.

"Please take care, if anything happens, light the wolf smoke and our men will arrive."

Hua Mulan smiled steadily, but at this moment, her heart was also filled with warmth.

This is the military and civilian family.

At this moment, Lu Yu couldn't help but have a lot of feelings.

However, even if the border people are retained, they will not continue to stay, because in the depths of the desert, there are more important things that they need to solve.

Continuing to embark on the journey, along the way, Jia Luo took the initiative to tell Lu Yu many ancient records about the desert in the clouds.

"Do you know which ruins the former Metropolitan Protectorate was built on?"

"I don't know."

Lu Yu shook his head, when he played the king, he rarely knew about those background stories.

As if he was not surprised by Lu Yu's ignorance, Jia Luo put his index finger in front of his red lips and smiled mysteriously: "Have you ever heard of Lanling City?" ”

"Lanling City?"

Lu Yu frowned, Lanling City, how strange does it sound familiar?

Could it be that it has anything to do with King Lanling?

"Jia Luo, about the Metropolitan Protectorate, you don't have to talk to Lu Yu so much now."

At some point, Mulan appeared behind the two of them and interrupted the conversation.

Smiling lightly, Jia Luo shook his head: "Ignorance is evil, why not let Lu Yu know a little more about history?" ”

"That bit of knowledge can't save others, and it can't get back the past."

It was rare to see Mulan actually scare, Lu Yu was a little surprised, and felt that something was wrong with her.

"Only after reading the words of the Six Paths can you reach the Pure Land on the other side with peace of mind."

And Jia Luo didn't seem to be easy to mess with, and provoked domineeringly and politely.

Seeing the two girls fighting inexplicably, Lu Yu could only smile awkwardly on the side, he knew that he couldn't interject.

However, Lanling City, the king of Lanling......

Lu Yu raised his head slightly, looking up at the vast and endless sky, and some thoughts flooded in his mind.

And at this moment, in the same desert, a man dressed in purple who could be recognized at a glance as a killer was sharpening the blade in his hand.

The blade was sharp, reflecting the man's face.

A pair of blue pupils, purple hair, and, the signature mask.

The man's expression was incomprehensible, but the only thing that could emanate from his body was the endless killing intent that made the man tremble, and ...... Countless loneliness.

Poor people, people who have no homeland, no territorial ...... King.

This is what the crimson figure said when he met him for the first time.

The man did not refute.

Just like when the white-clothed priest held the magic weapon, in a sad and ridiculous tone:

"If you can't come back, you will never come back, and what you can't get will never get it."

Even if he can shake the Metropolitan Protectorate and plunge people into fear again and again, he ......

The former homeland can never be returned.

What is the purpose of everything you do? Is it the hatred of the Imperial Iron Rider in your heart?

That's right, only hatred......

Hatred is the only motivation for oneself to act.

Hates the Great Wall, hates the Tang Empire behind the Great Wall, hates the world, and hates himself.

A man who abandons his noble status has never given up the idea of revenge, he must use this way to express his past sorrows, otherwise the swelling darkness in his heart will eventually swallow up even himself.

"That young man, after all, will be a variable on your path to revenge, and you have also seen how quickly his strength has improved."

"If he doesn't die, then everything you want to get, the possibilities, will only be negative."

The sneering and sarcastic tone was still lingering in his ears like a psychedelic at this time, making the man's eyes a little more murderous.

Although he knows that he is just a pawn of that guy, the man at this moment wants to do what he should do.

As long as it is in your way, there is only a dead end.

For Lu Yu's killing intent, not only because of his increasingly powerful strength, but also because of a layer of selfishness wrapped in it.

He, and the woman, were too close.

Why did he feel this way, the man didn't know, it was just the first glance at that time, he felt that the appearance of Mulan would make his boring slaughter more interesting.

Or perhaps, it can be in stark contrast to his own death in the dark, and there is only the god of war who stands under the light.

After sharpening the blade, the man slowly stood up.

Since there is no turning back, there is no need to look back, just pursue yourself and wander in the boundless darkness.

Serve only the darkness yourself.

The man's figure gradually became blurred, and he could only feel the vast killing intent emerging from the ocean, but it was only for a moment, and he disappeared into the air, as if he was one with the air.

He is a king who has no homeland.

Then, the land marked by the blade is the territory!

There is no name, no one knows his true identity, and the only thing that exists is the name of the terrifying Grim Reaper.

———— King of Lanling.