The curtain was lifted by Aning, and she walked in, holding a wooden box in her hand, and inside the box were small grids, and inside the small grids were thick medicines like paint.

"Where's the clown?" asked Anin.

He left. Xiao Chen said in a low voice.

"What's your name?" asked Anin.

"My name is. Xiao Chen paused, and after a moment, he said, "My name is Baiyu." ”

"That's not your name. A-Ning laughed.

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment and did not speak.

"You don't want me to know your name. A Ning said with a smile in his voice, "But it doesn't matter, many herdsmen in the grassland don't have their own names." ”

Xiao Chen was silent, he didn't know how to answer A-Ning.

A-Ning put the wooden box in her hand on the table, she reached out and took out a wooden spoon, scooped out a spoonful of green potion, and applied it to Xiao Chen's eyes, Xiao Chen only felt a coolness on his eyes.

"It's going to hurt a minute. Aning said.

Then, Xiao Chen only felt that something was covering his eyes, and he only felt a hot pain.

"Wait, I'll wipe the blood off for you. Aning said.

"We are now in Quhebu, a very small tribe on the grassland, the south of the snow country is hilly, the north is the grassland, the north is inhabited by our tribes, and the south is some cities. A-Ning knelt down in front of Xiao Chen, she took out metallic tweezers, coated them with green medicine, picked up cotton, and carefully reached into Xiao Chen's eyes to help him wipe away the dirty blood.

"Our current government is the Dai government, and it is said that it has a good relationship with your Qingguo. "But the people of our steppe, each tribe has its own leader, and they don't listen to Dai, they bring us food every winter, and we pay taxes regularly in the summer. ”

Xiao Chen only felt that his eyes hurt so badly that his eye sockets were almost cracked, and he subconsciously hid backwards.

"Don't hide. A-Ning reached out and grabbed Xiao Chen's shoulder, and the tweezers in his hand became lighter. "Really, it's like this. She grumbled softly.

"Alright. It wasn't long before A-Ning let go of his arm. Xiao Chen had almost completely lost his pain, he sat numbly, unable to move.

"The clown is gone, and your injuries are not healed, so you can live with me. A Ning said, she reached out to help Xiao Chen up, "Come, go this way, I'll take you to the ward." ”

Soon, Xiao Chen felt that A-Ning seemed to have taken him to a tent, the brazier inside was burning very strongly, A-Ning helped Xiao Chen to a hammock, A-Ning said: "You can rest here first, I still have some things." ”

Xiao Chen lay on the hammock, his eyes were dark, he wanted to stretch out his other bones, but he only felt a sharp pain in his back, and suddenly had a premonition that he had lost all his strength.

He lay in a rudimentary hammock, in pain that he had never felt before.

He has experienced ups and downs since he was a child, he has become accustomed to the pain of life, and he gradually feels numb.

But this is the first time he has tasted betrayal, he doesn't understand, he is dedicated to his family, he has been working hard, he wants to run the family left by his father well, although his father wants to kill him, even though everyone hates him, he doesn't understand, he does his best, for his family, why everyone still wants to betray him.

He had nothing now, including the abilities he was so proud of, he couldn't even unleash his abilities now, he couldn't see the world, the light he longed for most had abandoned him, he seemed to have fallen in endless darkness, his alien bones could no longer be opened, everything he had was gone, he was left with nothing.

He seemed to see that there were black mandala flowers blooming in front of his eyes, one by one, containing endless vitality.

He was stunned, he looked up into the distance, and in the distance stood a man in a black robe.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice.

"Who am I?" said the black-robed man with a smile in his voice, turning his face.

Xiao Chen was stunned, the person in front of him was like a ghost, his eyes were red, the color of blood, the dark color, slightly black at the bottom of the eyes, almost the same color as the mandala blooming behind him, red and terrifying.

On his left face, there were strange runes, the runes coiled, all the way up from his neck to his face, his face was delicate, but on the left side of his face, it seemed like the scratches of hungry ghosts from hell, his hair hung down to his shoulders, his hair was all white, his face was expressionless, but with bloodthirsty fear, as if he was used to seeing the Shura of death.

"I'm dead. A strange smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, "I died under the city for the sake of this world and for the freedom of everyone, and they, they betrayed me, you understand this feeling now." ”

"You're you, vain!" he couldn't help but exclaim.

"I'm you!" the man's voice suddenly became louder.