Sub-hour, full moon night, attic.

The national teacher sat at the square table, looked over the guardrail, and watched the movement in the alleyway.

A pot of wine was warmed on the table, and she poured a glass and said to the figure behind the screen, "The priest, would you like a drink?" ”

Xi Yu snorted coldly, "No need. ”

The things he will drink can only be the most precious agar nectar, this kind of three-no product, I am afraid that it will hurt the taste of this seat.

The national teacher shook his head, took a sip, stuffed the undispersed wine in his mouth, and saw the people at the entrance of the alley, his eyes moved, and he smiled kindly, "It's coming." ”

"I want to see what kind of show you are talking about."

Xi Yu only paused for two seconds on Ye Sakura's body, and then moved away boredly, "A weak blood slave." ”

"My lord, this blood slave is the key to the soul sacrifice." The national teacher drank the wine, smiled, and dropped a talisman in the air with one hand, and the surrounding scene changed instantly.

As soon as Ye Sakura stepped into the restaurant, she felt a cold wind, and the originally dark and dim room suddenly became bright and dazzling.

When he came back to his senses, he was on the towering and cold city gate, overlooking the soldiers of the two countries facing each other below.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, chaotic fighting.

"Kill!"

Blood stained the walls of the city, accompanied by the roars, cries, and wails of the soldiers, and a chill spread from the soles of their feet.

It's all for nothing.

The dead sergeants quickly turned to dry bones, their flesh seeping beneath the ground as if they had vanished into thin air.

"That's what it's like outside the city."

"More and more people are dying, not even knowing why they are dying, they are dying, they are dying, they are dying in a place where their division is unknown."

The voice of the national teacher's vicissitudes came from behind him, "Child, won't you save them?" ”

"You have the power of glazed jade, you can change them...... Not damn it, right? ”

With a cacophony of voices in her ears, Sakura straightened up and closed her eyes.

The national teacher seemed to see his hesitation, "Child, do you think that if you don't watch, all this will not happen?" ”

……

"I still have a wife and children waiting for me to go back, I don't want to die......"

"The girl I like, when I win this battle, I will marry you!"

"My sister is only three years old, there is no one at home, and she has no one to take care of her......"

Even the most iron-clad man is worried, fearful and worried when facing the word death.

They have too much reluctance.

……

Sakura clenched her fists, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

The national teacher was sympathetic in his eyes, "I just put the facts in front of you." ”

Sakura gritted her teeth in restraint, and he looked coldly at the corpses piled up on the city wall.

"I can't save it."

"What about her? Don't you save it either? The national teacher pointed to a figure in the distance.

The man was tied to the fort with sprouts, and the fire burned all around, and her sworn cherry robes were covered in blood and looked shabby.

The grim-faced woman smiled at him, a sharp blade plunging straight into her heart.

Dawn broke, and the blazing light slowly shone on her.

For the Blood Clan, this is Ling Chi's execution.

Sakura's heart was so anxious that she couldn't help but lie on the city wall and roar, but she found that she couldn't make a sound.

"Ah Wan! Ah Wan...... Don't ......"

He watched as she turned to ashes until the shattered cherry robes were burned clean by the flames.

"No!"

Night Sakura's phoenix eyes were red, she ripped open the jade on her neck, cut her palm, and a faint light wrapped her body.

A dark glint crossed the eyes of the national teacher.

Sure enough, his blood could awaken the glazed jade.

As long as it's his blood.

"Son, you have to save her."

The national teacher's smile deepened, and the silver needle hidden in his fingers slowly approached Yasakura's back.

A goshawk hovered in midair, and with a scream, it swept straight over the city walls, pecking at the founding master's hand.

"Dare to do anything to her people, this old woman is bold."

"Evil beast!"

The national teacher was furious, immediately withdrew his hand, and looked up again, only to see a familiar figure standing on the city wall.

The man had a goshawk on his shoulder, his dark red bloody eyes without a trace of warmth, and his eyes looked at her indifferently.

The thin lips opened slightly, "You're tired of living." ”