General's Palace, in a bright and spacious hall.

A guqin was slammed to the ground, the silk strings were shaken off inch by inch, and the sound of "clang" echoed in the vast hall for a long time.

"Who is it?" An iron tower-like figure faced the table in the hall, standing with his back to the lower person, a long scarlet cloak floating in the wind, and a majestic voice was heard, with a raging rage.

This person is the general Ji Wuye, who is in power in South Korea, powerful in all directions, known as "the strongest blade in South Korea", and who has turned King Han into a puppet and played with it in the palm of his hand.

The seven subordinates, who were lying low on the ground, raised their eyes in horror, their eyes full of fear and fear. They were the seven men who were on duty in the Bird Pavilion today, and they were summoned here without knowing anything, and they were silent in the face of the majestic general.

The ravines left by the years crawled all over Ji Wuye's concave face, and he said with a gloomy expression: "Today, you have all seen a spectacle. Unexpectedly, I played a song with this piano, and hundreds of birds gathered on my Bird Pavilion. ”

When the words fell, the seven subordinates who were lying on the ground lowered their bodies and trembled.

He tilted his head slightly, and asked the man in black standing beside him in a deep voice, "Mo Crow, don't you think it's strange?" ”

Mo Crow's face did not show the slightest change, and he said in a flat tone: "It is indeed a miracle that a piece of music attracts a hundred birds. ”

Many guards guarded on both sides of the main hall, and the ink crow stood outside Ji Wuye's body, but Bai Feng was not in the hall at this time.

The night sky outside the window, cold and gray, suddenly the eagle chirped, a fierce and vigorous falcon flapped its wings from the outside and flew in, Ji Wuye stretched out his right arm to let it fall, it was the fierce falcon that chased and killed the little white bird that day.

Ji Wuye turned around to face everyone, only to see that at this time he was standing tall, with a majestic figure, his complexion was as dark as charcoal, a cluster of sideburns and black beard lined with a vicious mouth and nose, his cheeks were bulging, and the cold light in the cruel eyes of a pair of yin owls was a little more fierce than the falcon on his arm.

He seems to be wearing layers of solid armor forever, and the armor is supposed to be the outfit of the enemy when charging into battle, and it is a symbol of a brave warrior. But in his absolutely safe private mansion, in the face of a group of subordinates who should be loyal and fearful, he is still dressed as if he was in armor, you can see how afraid of death he is, how suspicious his personality is, he doesn't trust anyone, and he doesn't have a sense of security in his heart.

Ji Wuye looked at the falcon that stopped on his arm, gently stroked its feathers and said, "This eagle, I have been raising it for three years, and I am loyal. Hunting never came back empty-handed. Any pheasant, hare, squirrel, can catch a lot. ”

"Once, he actually caught a baby tiger for me. Ink Crow, my eagle is not bad. Speaking of pride, he couldn't help but laugh.

The ink crow echoed and showed a very appreciative look: "It is indeed a good eagle." ”

Suddenly, Ji Wuye's tone became low: "But, there is something that makes me sad. Did you hear my little yellow warbler singing today? ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and walked up to the crowd. The seven men fell to their knees, their bodies shaking even more.

"Didn't hear that? Because my little yellow warbler is gone! The cage was thrown to the ground. And precisely, the cage is right next to the eagle's nest. You say, 'Who stole my little warbler?' ”

The foreheads of the seven servants had already touched the cold ground, and three of the maids were even more frightened. They are terrified, where can they say a word?

Ji Wuye turned his head to look at the ink crow: "The ink crow, who do you say?" ”

His gaze was as tight as a knife at the crow, and no change in the crow's expression seemed to escape his sharp eyes.

Mo Crow was still calm, and said with an unchanged face: "General, I don't think anyone has the courage to do this, it must be the wind that blew off the cage." ”

Ji Wuye sneered at the ink crow and said, "Is it windy?" Don't you think it was my falcon that ate the little yellow warbler? ”

Mo Crow seemed to think for a moment, lowered his head and muttered, "This ...... It's unlikely that your falcon would be so sensible that it would never do such a thing as a guard and steal. ”

He could hear Ji Wuye's voice, and then his tone gradually became firm, raised his head, looked at Ji Wuye and said in a positive voice: "If you want to do it, why wait three years to do it." ”

Ji Wuye stroked the falcon with his hand, and his fierce eyes glared at the ink crow, as if he wanted to see through his heart. Suddenly looking up to the sky and laughing, he laughed loudly and said loudly: "It makes sense, the eagle doesn't dare!" ”

He spit out word by word: "It's not a human!" As he spoke, he didn't forget to glance at Mo Crow's calm face.

Ji Wuye's big fan-like hand stroked the falcon again, and his movements seemed so gentle, as if he was full of pride and satisfaction after the falcon returned victoriously to offer its prey, expressing the gentle caress of the reward.

Ji Wuye's left hand stroked upwards one by one, caressing the falcon's head and neck. The next moment, Ji Wuye's pupils contracted suddenly, and his left hand strangled the falcon's neck, his face was hideous and terrifying.

The falcon yelled "ahh It never imagined that its loyal master would one day kill him.

The hand, still tightening, is getting tighter and tighter. The falcon is usually fierce, and the weak prey has no room for resistance in front of it. And now the doom befell itself, and it could only struggle in vain like the countless prey that had died under its minions, and its usual ferocity was now useless.

The ink crow stood motionless, watching Ji Wuye slowly raise the falcon, the falcon's struggle and cry gradually weakened, his eyes seemed to fluctuate a little, a trace of sadness of the dead fox.

Suddenly there was a dead silence in the hall, and the falcon was no longer motionless. As soon as Ji Wuye's hand was released, the falcon's corpse fell to the ground and landed at his feet.

The seven men who were lying on the ground could not even lift their heads, but only wept in horror.

Ji Wuye clapped his hands casually: "It's a pity that such a good falcon died from poor guarding." ”

Listening to this sentence, Mo Crow couldn't help but think, in Ji Wuye's heart, what is the value of life? He is also a falcon under Ji Wuye, a falcon that eradicates dissidents for him and completes all kinds of interests and tasks, whether he will face such a helpless death one day.

The faces of the people were as dead as ashes, and they understood their fate. As soon as Ji Wuye waved his hand, the guards dragged the seven subordinates out.

The people cried out in terror and begged for mercy......

Soon, there was another dead silence.

Seven hanged corpses hung and dangled on the shelf, their shadows cast on the ground by the cold blue moonlight.

The crow watched quietly, looking at the corpses hanging in the air on the wooden shelf, they were so miserable that it was difficult to look at.

Death, for every living person, is so difficult. And for those who hold the power of life and death, corpses are everywhere, just a word, a gesture. Life is what everyone cherishes the most, but why is it often regarded as a dog by others?

Mo Crow naturally understands that the general is by no means just for the sake of a little yellow warbler. He knew what had happened. I also know why the general would kill so easily.

Ji Wuye was just pointing at Sang and scolding Huai, beating his subordinates, hoping that they would know their identities and warn their restless subordinates that their fate was like that falcon, and life and death were in his hands at any time.

The next evening, the General's Palace.

Mo Crow received a summons and came to the main hall, and Ji Wuye was waiting for him.

Ji Wuye didn't turn around, but said in a deep voice:

"I have a task for you to do......"

……

Bai Feng sat alone in the corner of the roof, looking at the Bird Pavilion. Between the heaven and the earth behind the Bird Pavilion, the sun sets in the west, the colorful glow fills the sky, and the golden light shines.

Bai Feng couldn't remember how many times he had experienced sunrise and twilight in the General's Mansion, he had never liked it here.

Today, he looked at the rays of the sunset from golden to red, and suddenly felt tired like never before, did he have to live such a life forever, is this the sky he is seeking? The blood-colored remnant sun is destined to be active forever in the night sky where the sun is gone, and be a cold-blooded and dark killer?

The crow flew from nowhere and landed beside him.

"Let's go, there's a new mission."

On a high cliff outside the city, on the top of the vast ancient trees, the ink crow and the white phoenix stepped on the treetops, standing side by side. The feathers adorned on their shoulders were blood-red in the remnant sun, and their robes swayed in the wind, floating behind them.

Bai Feng didn't know why Mo Crow brought himself here, maybe the mission was too dangerous, and he wanted to see the place where he lived again.

Bai Feng was waiting for Mo Crow to tell him about this mission, and the meaning of his life before that was to constantly perform the task unconditionally, and then wait for the next unknown mission.

Mo Crow stood slightly behind him, and suddenly spoke, "No wonder the people call the Bird Pavilion the Golden Silk Cage. From here, it does look like a delicate cage. ”

The cliffs and tall trees can have a bird's-eye view of the whole city. Every inch of the city was in their sight.

The Bird Pavilion is in the center of the General's Palace, and it is also in the center of the entire city. Exquisite and gorgeous, Ambilight, but people who can't see freedom and laughter. Each of the "masters" is just a delicate and cute plaything in the general's image. Maybe after a night, they will disappear into the world.

Looking at the Bird Pavilion, Bai Feng muttered, "I don't know the original intention of its construction. Maybe it was a cage from the beginning, a cage that would eat people. ”

The crow replied leisurely, "That's not what the cage is. ”

"You know what I hate most about it?"

"What is it?"

"A cage shouldn't be built so beautifully."

"Actually, there are cages everywhere, some are beautiful, some are ugly. Some are visible, some are not. ”

They seem to be standing on the top of a tree, free and easy, but they are also trapped in an invisible cage, trapped in the eagle's nest built for them by Ji Wuye, hunting everything he wants for Ji Wuye all day and night.

It's a cage they've been in since childhood, and they don't know when they'll be freed.

Bai Feng's mood was agitated, and he couldn't help shouting: "The flying bird should have belonged to the sky, not a cage!" ”

He had never wanted to flee before, because he had always felt that he had nowhere to go and no place to go except here. And now, the desire for freedom in his heart has been triggered, and the whole person's mind has changed.

Mo Crow's cold voice sounded beside Bai Feng: "There is no bird in the world that can fly all the time and never need to land. ”

Bai Feng listened very unpleasantly, he wanted to fly, the higher he flew, the better: "At such an altitude, even the General's Mansion is actually very small. ”

Mo Crow said indifferently: "Only when you are in it, you will feel that it is very big." ”

Bai Feng was silent, now he just wanted to know the new task from the general, complete it quickly, and return to the seemingly unrestrained days again. He asked, "What is today's task?" ”

The ink crow didn't answer, but suddenly stood behind Bai Feng.

Immediately, "Ah" Bai Feng's back suddenly ached, his eyebrows twisted, he glanced back behind him in disbelief, and his body involuntarily slowly fell forward, through the dense branches and leaves, and fell.

The ink crow showed his figure from behind Bai Feng, and lowered his eyes to watch Bai Feng, who he had always regarded as a brother, fall, his expression was still cold and unpredictable.