Moore was drunk by Eagle Thunder, did not speak again, the scarred face under the mask, but exuded an abnormal coldness, he raised his head and looked at the woman lying on the ground, his black eyes seemed to explain his too much helplessness, the trace of pity and salvation in his heart, now it seems that he is so powerless.

Yes, he is not the patriarch, even if he is the son of the patriarch, even if he is valued by his father, he can't even intervene in the life and death of others, it is not the first time he feels helpless, and he also deeply understands how desirable rights are.

Now, in the military camp of the Hazaqi tribe, if it weren't for his father, who is the patriarch, if he hadn't been valued by his father, I'm afraid that others would have regarded him as a straw and a waste of firewood.

After the explosion of the mine, although he was lucky to survive, his body has not recovered well, his tendons are broken, although his father invited the witch doctor of the clan to treat him, but it is not three or five years to recover.

Fortunately, the father was excellent to him, or maybe it was because the father only had two sons.

Whenever he watched Mo Yan leading his troops majestically wielding a scimitar on the battlefield, he felt that the bones in his whole body were trembling, what is the difference between him and waste now?

Whenever Mo Yan was training soldiers in the military field, he watched from the sidelines, occasionally wanting to give some opinions, but Mo Yan asked the maid to take him out of the military field in the name of concern.

He had to take that bitter decoction all day long, and he was a dignified seven-foot man, and he lived so uselessly, huh..... He mocked himself, despised himself, hated himself, why not die that night?

"The eldest prince..... You.... You don't have to.... Don't have to pay for.... For Yaer.... Beg.... Pleas, patriarch .... The killing intent has been decided..... This.... This may ..... Maybe.... It is.... Yaer.... Yar's... Life", Ya'er is no longer crawling forward, and even the eldest son, who has always valued the patriarch, was severely reprimanded for interceding for himself, which shows that the patriarch is bound to win and wants to put himself to death.

Her hands and feet were numb from the cold, but the sharp pain in her legs was much lessened, her teeth chattered, and she turned over hard, allowing herself to face the sky, although the cold of the ground was a little unbearable.

"Patriarch .... Previously.... What you said earlier.... words, just.... Be.... It's for.... In order to make Yaer.... Just relax.... Let your guard down..... Cease.... That's it, it's me.... Useless..... Hit..... Enemy.... The enemy's tricks..... Fortunately.... The enemy troops did not come .... Destruction of barracks .... Otherwise.... I'm just going to die 10,000 times... Also.... useless".

"Hmph, there is a saying in the Central Plains: Those who know the times are Junjie, you can think so, it's best, you know too many secrets, even if I can't bear it in my heart, I have to make a choice", Ying Lei waved his hand at those soldiers, and several soldiers immediately understood, and raised the scimitar in their hands one after another, and they were about to look down, but they heard Ya'er scream.

"Stop ......".

Ying Lei's eyes were cold, and he waved his hand again, and the scimitars raised by the soldiers were slowly put down, "What else do you have to say?"

"Patriarch... In fact.... Ya'er is Han Chinese.... Right"?

Ying Lei was slightly stunned, and his body trembled, as if someone had exposed his conspiracy, and before he could speak, he heard Ya'er say again.

"I'm although.... It's Han Chinese.... All these years.... But it's desperate... Repay... Repay your kindness and nurturing grace, now.... I've repaid it...".

"Big.... The eldest prince....", Ya'er called softly, and Moore floated to Ya'er's side like a gust of wind, half-squatting down, raising his arm, only to see lightly touching Ya'er's already frozen cheeks.

"Don't.... Don't blame the clan... Patriarch, is... It's my willingness.... Willing..... Yaer.... Yael really.... Hopefully.... All... Everything can still go back.... Ya'er ..... Take care of the eldest prince's .... That.... Those days..... All.... All... Be.... So.... Beauty... Beauty.... Good .....".

Seeing that Ya'er's voice became lower and lower the more she spoke, and in the end, she couldn't say anything, so Moore slowly stretched his finger to the tip of Ya'er's nose and touched it.

"Amma, Ya'er..... Ya'er went", a sentence without any tone, plain as water.

"You, drag her body to the rear camp and burn it", Ying Lei did not have a trace of grief on his face, but solemnly ordered the soldiers to burn Ya'er's body.

"Amma.....", Moore roared, Eagle Thunder was stunned, but he heard Moll slow down and say: "Amma, let the child do these things, the child hopes that Ya'er can be buried properly."

Ying Lei wanted to say something more, but he didn't say it after all, so he could only sigh, open the curtain and return to the main camp.

All this seems to be different from what Bei Ying Hanxuan thought, and at the same time, it also gave birth to a trace of sympathy for the woman named Ya'er, if it wasn't for the eagle thunder as a foreshadowing for the victory of the war, the flower-like woman should be like other Han women at this moment, at least, there is no need to be in danger.

Moore struggled to pick up Ya'er, at this moment her body had been frozen, her body was in a straight line, she couldn't bend, as if holding a piece of ice, he walked slowly, in the direction of the back camp.

Under the mask, in addition to being a little hideous due to the intertwined scars, in addition to being extremely cold, a pair of dark eyes were a little hollow.

Once, he had nothing to worry about, although he did things for her, he was also happy, and he would never be like now, bound by family, friendship, and without any ability to resist.

He is willing to go back to when he was a killer, he is not tied up in anything, he only does what he wants, and she who cares about her in his heart also understands him, supports him, and accompanies him like that.

He wished those memories hadn't been awakened, and he would rather he still be the night rain whose memories had been erased, rather than Mohr.

However, it is impossible to go back to the beginning, he has a father, a younger brother, and the same blood in his body, which cannot be changed.

It is precisely because of these things that he cannot be changed that he becomes more and more silent, more and more helpless, and feels more and more that there is no point in living.

It was half a month after he was injured, the first day he woke up, that is, Ya'er has been taking care of him, seven months of day and night, he has long regarded Ya'er as his sister, sometimes playful, sometimes willful, sometimes amused him, whenever he sees Ya'er's flower-like smile, he feels that this day's life is so beautiful, at least, he has not continued to give up on himself because his face is ruined.

The obsession with her in his heart has also become his courage to live, but when the memories of his childhood emerged, he began to suffer, suffering from both mental and physical torture, and it was also Ya'er who carefully enlightened him.

Ya'er loves him, he is not a grass and tree, but unfortunately, Ya'er is a step late after all, because in his heart, there is already another woman, who occupies his full mouth, like growing on flesh, and if you want to throw it away, you must endure the pain of the skin, he admitted, he can't bear it.