"Dagger."

"Wine, white cloth."

"......" Ruan Li raised his hand to wipe the sweat from the corners of his forehead, and said a little weakly with his hands and feet, "You have to be well-nourished, don't let the wound become inflamed." ”

She stood up, her body swaying slightly, and Jialan stepped forward to help her steady.

Ruan Li looked at the child who was still in a coma and said softly, "You have to tell him in the future." Fate robbed him of his sound physique, but not of his sound personality. Ordinary people or unusual paths are made by a strong heart. ”

The tears on the woman's face were not dry, and she was especially stunned when she heard the words, nodded, and looked at the silver ticket in her hand after a long time to come back to her senses.

The caravan and the two girls were long gone.

The woman looked quietly ahead, folded her hands on her breast, and recited the prayer of the clan as the highest salute to the beautiful girl.

"May the true God grant you peace, joy, beauty, and eternal life."

Smoke and dust rose up, and several troops hurriedly rode by, "Seal the city gates!" Fast! Fast! ”

"The Northern Korean army is coming! Tell me to go down and get ready to defend the city! ”

"Yes!"

Several light horsemen passed by, with a thick smell of gunpowder and blood.

The leader was fully dressed in silver armor, and his face was covered by the silver armor mask, and only the sharp eyes were exposed.

Under the gaze of everyone, the silver-armored general suddenly turned his horse's head and turned sharply.

He rolled over and dismounted, his silver armor glowing coldly in the sunlight with a smell of killing and iron.

He is like the god of war in the world, full of faith and victory.

He looked at one part of the crowd with narrow eyes and walked steadily.

Ruan Li had just stood up from the side of a woman who had woken up, the smile on his face had not faded, and he felt a majestic and compelling aura beside him.

He stood not far from her, just looking at her, and the atmosphere around him was strangely quiet.

He looked at the pair of clear eyes that were the same as back then, and there were soft strange flowers slowly blooming in his heart.

Ruan Li reluctantly spoke, "Ziran, long time no see." ”

Mo Ziran was slightly stunned, and took two steps forward, "Miss Nan, please follow Ziran back to the Western Regions." Childe has been ...... for the past two years," he suddenly stopped.

She has changed a lot, and the ignorance and innocence she saw at first sight to her indifferent expectations today are sultry.

Ruan Li looked at him and said softly, "I can join you." Now that the war is raging, now I am not for anyone, just to seek peace of mind and existence in the troubled times. ”

When saying goodbye to Keshensh and Jialan, Jialan's eyes were red, "Ah Li, I can't bear you." ”

Ruan Li slowly stepped forward, and gently hugged this beautiful woman who was close to her life and death under the red glow in the sky.

"Jialan, we will all be happy, definitely." Ruan Li had big tears in his eyes, hugged Jialan for a long time, and finally let go and turned around and left.

Jialan, who was far behind, stretched her hand to her lips and shouted, "Ah Li! When will we see each other again? ”

The red shadow was stunning in the glow.

Ruan Li burst into tears and said softly: "One day, when you and I see each other again, it will be the time when we find our belonging." ”

Jialan understood the lips of the figure in the distance, smiled like a spring, and muttered, "You and I will see each other again, and it will be when we find our belonging." ”

However, the city was guarded by soldiers like an iron wall.

Mo Ziran, the general of the Western Regions, came to the city gate in person, and invisibly established an unbreakable firm confidence for many soldiers.

The western wall fortifications are in the final stages of completion.

Mo Ziran stood on the top of the wall and observed all the terrain, pointing out to his subordinates the remaining deficiencies in other precautions.

"All the wounded soldiers were sent back to the widows." Mo Ziran's face was hidden under the silver armor, and only a pair of cold and serious eyes could be seen.

Injuries do not stay, it has always been the rule of the child.

Many years have passed, and Mo Ziran has no intention of following the rules left by He Dai in the march and fighting.