"The land of the Northern Underworld is a different flower, and the name is bloody. The shape is like a coin, the color is like red blood, blooming in winter, and the fragrance is fragrant every time it opens.

In the eighteenth year of his appearance, the king of the North Hades really got a young daughter, true love is like a treasure, and he is given the name of the national flower: Yan. In the following five years, the Allies defected, and the North was defeated with one enemy and two enemies...... The war in the imperial city lasted for more than ten days, and the clan was melted and extinct. Since then, the Northern Underworld Dynasty has perished. ”

———— "The Emperor of the Northern Underworld" Volume 1

On the horizon, the clouds are tumbling and the thunder is not stopping.

The ink-stained sky was filled with firelight, rendered in a brilliant and extraordinary way, with occasional bursts of dazzling lightning followed by dull thunder......

One after another, the frightening lightning smashed to the ground, and the people on the horse were like gods.

Black armor and golden helmet, red tasseled blood spear. The man held the reins in one hand and the newly severed head in the other, beaming and angry.

"Your Majesty, the spies from the north have come to report that the day before yesterday, the lord of the distant country had occupied the entire territory of Heshuo country. Right now, distant soldiers are slaughtering the city. ”

He pointed at the front with the tip of the gun, the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, looking at the head in his hand, contemptuous and arrogant, "That's what happened to me Wei Ying, you, what else do you have to say?" ”

The owner of the head had long since lost his words, and his face still had a hideous and angry look, and his eyes were red and his eyes were about to split, and he glared at him with life.

Wei Ying was stunned and his heart was cold, and then he raised his hand, threw his head high, waved his right hand, and shot out the silver gun, and two round things fell to the ground with a flick of his fingers.

"Death is dead, and you are still unwilling, Rong Zhen old thief, this time you can't see the light of the underworld, and you can't see people. Send a message to Mu Siya, the lord of the distant country, and tell him that the old man Rongzhen has become an eyeless wild ghost, so that he can rest assured, haha, haha! The devil's laughter rushed through this bloody battlefield.

It also stung a person's soul!

In the palace city opposite him, at one end of the corner tower, a little girl stood dumbfounded, her height was only enough to reach the edge of the city wall, just enough to cover the eyes of others, but she could see everything that was happening below.

Behind her stood a young man, dressed in white and robe, with a gloomy face, and his arms tightly wrapped around the little girl in front of her, for fear that she would fall from the city wall in the next moment and follow her father.

When the two round things were ripped out by the tip of the gun, the young man in white obviously felt that the child's body trembled irrepressibly, and he couldn't help but tremble as if he couldn't help but sift the chaff.

His large hand slowly covered her eyelashes, and a silent sadness passed between the two of them.

She was too young to see such a bloody scene. Besides, that man was her biological father.

The eyelashes under the big palm are soft and soft, flickering a few times. There was no movement. He listened to the sound of the people and horses below gradually moving away, and just as he wanted to speak, a small hand stubbornly grabbed him and moved his palm away little by little.

She looked at the Shura field below, her face was expressionless, she looked at it for a long time, and suddenly said, her voice was like a glacier cracking, "Where is the little bell?" Is she dead? ”

Recalling the scene when she was just carried out of the sea of fire, the maid who had been waiting for the little princess heroically used her body to block the pursuers and the flames, even this unstained young man couldn't help but sigh, but he couldn't help but answer, "She will be in another world, watching us, princess." ”

Hearing his answer, the child nodded vigorously as if to give himself an affirmative, and in the blink of an eye, a great tear fell from his cheek, "So...... Sir, let's go. ”

The young man stiffened, facing her immature face, the age of innocence did not match her expression at this time, her eyes were as clear as if she had seen through the world, and the deliberate and hidden grief in the depths of her eyes was so shining and piercing.

The fire under the city is scorching, and when you look at it again, the beautiful and luxurious palaces and pavilions of the past, the pavilions and the eaves of the paintings, are all covered by the terrible red light, and the tongues of fire are scurrying wildly, swallowing everything in.

The fire, the beating fire, the tragic fire, flashed in her bright and frightening eyes.

"Wei Ying, Mu Siya."

She spat out these two names in her little lips, with a curse-like viciousness and hatred, and made a gurgling sound as if crushing her teeth, and there was a word that was deeply planted in her young heart.

"She swore in the name of the last royal family in the Northern Underworld: One day, the hatred of killing her father and the hatred of destroying the country, she Rongyan will take them all back!"

She took one last look at the firelight, the burned sky and the muffled thunder were dark, hideous, and strange on this winter night, her home, her country, and everything she had, all burned up with this fire of despair.

The young man in white took her little hand, and the palm of his hand was as cold as the bone-chilling cold after being soaked in snow water.

"Stay a little longer." Here, where the fire couldn't burn at all, it's good to look at the last remnants of the old country from a distance, and take a closer look.

However, Rong Yan, who was rolled in his arms with a robe, showed her head, her eyes were no longer focused, she looked coldly at the burning palace under the city, and shook her head, "Sir, I don't want to see it." ”

The young man in white sighed and hugged her tighter, his little princess was too stubborn. At this time, isn't it better to cry out?

"The princess will follow Weichen to survive in the mountains and fields in the future, not seeking wealth and wealth, but seeking peace, okay?"

Someone tapped his jaw, but a hint of murder flashed on his immature face......

***

"In the twenty-first year of the Northern Underworld, at the end of winter, the Southern Qi Kingdom, Zhuye, and the Northern Underworld Triple Alliance faced the first powerful country Heshuo, Heshuo died, and later, Zhuye waved his army to the north and occupied the land of Heshuo...... The Qi army slaughtered the city for ten days. A careful investigation of the number of the royal family shows that the king's youngest daughter is missing, and her whereabouts are unknown. ”

- "The Emperor of the Northern Underworld* Volume 1"

Eleven years later, in the mountains, there were trees in the forest, fields under the trees, and then there were streams, and the houses were like houses.

In a brilliant pink apricot blossom forest, several teenage teenagers are shuttling through the forest, the male is wearing a pure white moonlight robe, and the female is a white skirt dragging the ground, waving scissors in their hands, subtracting the apricot blossoms in the photo along with the branches.

They are of the same age, and their faces are delicate, and the boys are also lively and laughing.

At the back of the forest is a slope higher than the apricot grove, and there is a wide flat place on the slope, and there is a village built on it, although it is a village, it is only a few tiled houses connected to each other, some high and some low, and the main house in the middle is the tallest, and it is half a cut higher than the two adjacent houses.

On top of the green bricks is the thatched roof, and there are a few naughty grass seeds that grow on it, and the grass seedlings that grow on it are emerald and dripping, which will attract birds and finches to come and play from time to time.

All in all, everything here is peaceful and quiet.

The house in the middle is a place that makes them both respectful and afraid of these children who are shuttling through the flower forest.

Because their husband was there, and the cold-faced gentleman was really handsome, his appearance was too outstanding, and his talent was amazing, so that a few years ago, everywhere he went was an endless stream of onlookers, and then he had to use drugs to blacken his face and make a miserable appearance, which escaped the destruction of many matchmakers.

It wasn't until they found this peach blossom paradise that they settled down, built a house, taught him, and taught some martial arts. Except for the time of class, the rest of the time, it is almost difficult for them to see this very eye-catching gentleman.

Except for her.

They were so jealous when they thought about it, this little girl had been following him since they came to Mr., and now, it was still around him, and Mr. seemed to like her very much, and always laughed at her.

But she couldn't get a smile on her face.

When the disciples looked at the main house for the fourth time in the apricot blossom forest, they lived up to their expectations, and the door of the main house creaked open, and the gentleman they had been thinking about day and night sat on the chair.

Mr.'s surname is Bai, and his name is Chuan. He is a strange man who has retired to the world, and he does not like the troubles of the world, but he likes to drink before flowers until he is drunk.

Maybe it's because of his surname Bai, so the clothes on his body, as well as the clothes of the disciples, are all moon white, but they are also white, and they all think that the white looks particularly good when worn on Mr.

And their good-looking Mr. Bai is peeling oranges for the girl next to him at the moment.

Pulling off the light white silk veins on the orange petals, his hand was extremely long, and his fingers flew flexibly, and in a short time, a whole orange was vividly presented in front of her.

The girl calmly picked it up, put it in her mouth, and ate it all in one bite.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the result of the gentleman's careful peeling ...... It's been ruined.

Xu alarmed the people in the house, Bai Chuan turned his face to look at them, cold as water, slowly raised his sleeves, and the door closed as if it was blown by the wind.

Outside the door, all the disciples hung their heads and continued to talk about when the teacher would resume classes for them.

In the room, Shirakawa watched the girl opposite slowly swallow the orange, frowning.

He hadn't taught the students for almost seven or eight days, not because he was lazy, but because he really didn't have the mind.

Bai Chuan crumpled the orange peel in his hand little by little, making his hands full of juice, and he asked very softly, as if to a cloud that would drift away at any time: "Really want to go?" ”

His voice was not loud, but it was charming, probably trying to keep this little girl with a tried and tested beautiful man's trick.

"Yes."

Bai Chuan was speechless again, this child's heart was too hard, he knew that it was impossible to move her, and the question just now was nothing more than trying to make him die.

"Sir said that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read ten thousand books, so please allow Yan'er to go out for a few years and then come back to serve Sir."

He smiled, serving? All these years, I still don't know who is serving whom. How could her little lie be hidden from him, he just raised his eyebrows, and he made seven or eight ideas in his heart, and for her, she was afraid that she would never let go of it for the rest of her life.

It's okay to go and hit the wall.

"It's better like this, Yan'er, we will take it for five years, and after five years, no matter whether your adventure is over or not, you will return to Xinglin Mountain, do you agree?"

When the girl who was called Yan'er heard this, she really smiled, and it was much better than the apricot blossoms outside the house.

"Got it, sir." She also understood what he was saying.

Bai Chuan sighed, threw all the orange peels to the ground, and clapped his hands, "I'm afraid that the name Rong Yan can't be called, it's better to ......"

Rong Yan thought about it, but didn't seem to hear his words, just looked at Ruoxi outside the house, thoughtful.

"One day as a teacher and a father for life, I will follow my husband's surname in the future."

She actually used his last name, and Shirakawa was stuck by her words, crying and laughing. Still a little uneasy, I took out a few things and handed them to her one by one.

"You can use all of this with you."

Rong Yan opened it and saw that it was some ointments necessary for disguise, gold sore medicine, and some poison pills that she had taken since childhood.

She smiled brightly, thanked him, and put it away carefully. Seeing that Bai Chuan was still not at ease, he had to comfort him, "Sir, relax, I was raised by poison since I was a child, and ordinary people can't get close to me at all, if someone dares to make trouble, I will directly kill him with poison." ”

It's still so domineering.

Bai Chuan suddenly saw from her that the king he admired the most when he was young, the same outstanding, doing his own thing.

He smiled with crooked eyebrows, "Yan'er's poisoning kung fu is unparalleled in the world, but the rivers and lakes are dangerous, you have to be more careful, if you are in trouble, you might as well use flying pigeons to send messages, don't take everything by yourself." ”

What did he foresee? Or is it just a word of advice, Rong Yan looked at his handsome face for a while, and couldn't tell whether it was sweet or sour, so she silently took out a handkerchief and stuffed it into his hand, carefully wiping off the remaining juice from the orange flesh for him.

"The disciple is not here, Mr. should take care more. Five years later, Rong Yan will come back. She wiped it clean, threw away the veil, saluted him, picked up the package that had been put away from it, and turned to leave.

Without even giving him a nod of time, Shirakawa froze in place, with the lingering fragrance of her handkerchief still on his hands. And the man is gone......

For a moment, he had a premonition that he had lost one of his most precious treasures.

"Sir, where has the little junior sister gone?" A bold disciple stepped forward to ask.

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, bent down to pick up the handkerchief she had discarded, carefully flicked off the dust, put it in his sleeve, and locked his eyes on the place where her back disappeared, "She? She has her own business to do. If she doesn't do a good job, I'm afraid she will have to be in a shackle for the rest of her life. He retracted his gaze, glanced around the lovely disciples, and sighed faintly.

"She's ten times more tired than you."