Youth is thanksgiving, and the sun is shining ......"

(Spring comes with the changing of the seasons, and the sun shines brightly.)

"Spring is full of energy, and everything is only ......"

(The breath of spring is so vigorous that everything grows dramatically.)

"The soul has no escape, only ......"

(The remnants of yin and remnant ice float all over the place, and there is no place for souls to escape.)

"The soul returns! Far away, only ......"

(Return, revenant, don't go far away.)

"Soul Return! There is no east, no west, no south...... There is no north only. ”

(Return, revenant, don't go to the East, don't go to the West, don't go to the South, or the North......

In the dimly lit tent, Bai Ling whispered "The Great Move" in the darkness.

Although his body was still weak and limp, and he didn't have any strength, the consciousness in his mind was clearer than ever.

She sang and looked at the light that leaked through the cracks in the tent, and they cut through the shadows of the room like knives, and the sun gradually rose and the shadows of the day slowly shortened.

Suddenly, a shadow blocked the light—Lan Zhijun lifted the tent and stepped in.

He walked up to Bai Ling in a few steps, leaned over and frowned, "What the hell are you up to?" ”

"Why do you ask everything?" Bai Ling looked at him and said with a smile, "Could it be that if you ask, I will tell you clearly?" ”

Lan Zhijun didn't realize that there was anything familiar with this, and he said coldly, "Full moon angelica...... February 15 has passed, what else can not be said? ”

"Fifteen moons and sixteen rounds." Bai Ling replied with a smile, "Who said I had to do something bad on February 15th? ”

Lan Zhijun's gaze became cold again, Bai Ling was completely fearless, and met his eyes and asked, "What time is it?" ”

Lan Zhijun pondered for a while, "...... It's noon. ”

"That can tell you indeed." Bai Ling said softly, "They should have just left the banks of the Luer River right now." ”

"They? Who? ”

"Deer hunters," Bai Ling looked up, "has Lan Zhijun heard of their names?" ”

"Hesta people in the Circle?"

Bai Ling nodded.

"Impossible." Lan Zhijun said coldly, "We have sent additional garrisons to the camp on the banks of the Luer River, not to mention a small handful of Hestas, even if the Zhou people attack with regular troops, it is impossible to defeat them at this moment......

"Why do you always think we're here for Aquili?" Bai Ling tilted his head.

Lan Zhijun narrowed her eyes, "Aquili and me, who else is worth starting here?" ”

"Yes, of course." Bai Ling said softly.

The fire in the house had long since been extinguished, and the tent was so cold that it was freezing cold, and Bai Ling sighed silently, and a white mist rose in front of her.

Lan Zhijun looked at Bai Ling quietly.

"Here's ...... More than 400 remnants of the Great Zhou, as well as those Hesta scattered in the Aquili camp...... Your guards never considered them worthy of care. Bai Ling looked up at Lan Zhijun, "Have you never treated them as human beings?" Didn't you never think that someone would ...... Will you come for these people, take the risk? ”

Before Bai Ling finished speaking, Lan Zhijun had already choked her neck tightly.

"Really?" Lan Zhijun approached and said, "What about you?" How do they want to save you? ”

Bai Ling was almost out of breath for a while, and wanted to speak, but there was a series of coughs, and when Lan Zhijun let go slightly, she fell to the side with some strength, and her hands tightly covered the place where she had just been pinched.

She looked sideways at Lan Zhijun and said with a smile, "...... Why did they come to save me? ”

"Your father, your brother," Lan Zhijun condescended, grabbing Bai Ling's collar again, "They are all waiting for you all around, will you die in vain?" ”

Bai Ling laughed, laughing even harder.

"Didn't expect that, did you? I do...... I gave up a long time ago. ”

Lan Zhijun let go of his hand, and Bai Ling fell heavily to the ground.

"You think I'm going to believe your?" He whispered, "You're just trying to tell me that you're no longer worth being a bait-"

"This plan was a gamble with my life from the beginning, and I didn't think about getting out of it." Bai Ling said softly, "Remember me...... When did you flatter for the first time? ”

"You didn't do anything at all during that time!" Lan Zhijun interrupted him by opening his mouth, "My dark whistle has been staring at you, you can't have any-"

When Lan Zhijun said this, she shivered slightly.

"Yes," said Bai Ling softly, "the deer hunter told me that there was only the outpost next to you in Aquili's camp, and he was not sure to avoid it...... However, no matter how powerful a person is, he only has a pair of eyes, a pair of hands, and a pair of feet......"

"What did you do?"

"I don't know."

"Say." Lan Zhijun grabbed Bai Ling's hair.

Bai Ling laughed, her smile was a bit frank and calm, "I am...... I really don't know. In order to avoid the plan being revealed, the deer hunter did not tell me the whole plan at all...... I just need to keep your sentry firmly engaged during that time, and that's enough.

"But you can rest assured, the deer hunters have no intention of killing you and Aquili this time, just to bring so many civilians south, it is enough for them to be in a hurry......"

Lan Zhijun frowned, "Do you think I'll believe it?" ”

"Why not?" Bai Ling said softly, "You can still go to the capital to be rewarded, but you just lost a few hundred slaves, does Aquili really care?" ”

Looking at Bai Ling's calm eyes at the moment, Lan Zhijun's breathing gradually calmed down.

This kind of Bai Ling became lifeless again, and the aura that had suddenly surged up earlier suddenly dissipated again.

- Maybe they've long since dispersed, and what he saw in front of him was just a walking corpse.

This feeling is as if the opponent who has always been evenly matched suddenly shows her hole cards, and it turns out that she is already at the end of the crossbow.

And that game-like joy vanished.

This made Lan Zhijun feel a little sick to his stomach inexplicably.

"Why are you doing that?" Lan Zhijun raised Bai Ling's face, "What's in it for you?" ”

"I've had enough of the suffering in the world." Bai Ling looked up and replied, "I want to go to heaven and wait." ”

He exhaled a breath of cold air silently, and after a moment of silence, he pulled out the short knife he had with him and gently cut the ropes from Bai Ling's hands and feet.

Bai Ling watched him do this with some puzzlement, and after her hands and feet were untied, she gently turned her wrist, clenched her five fingers, and released them, this feeling of free movement was both strange and familiar.

"Stand up."

Lan Zhijun stretched out his hand, Bai Ling took it with some hesitation, and slowly stood up.

Bai Ling looked at Lan Zhijun, and then at the door of the tent, she raised her foot, and stumbled towards the gap in the light.

In the silence, Lan Zhijun did not make any obstacles, nor did she look at her.

However, after only a few steps, Lan Zhijun gently hugged her from behind, and the dagger that had cut the rope followed this hug and plunged straight into Bai Ling's body.

"You're free."