Chapter 365: The Covenant of the Vines (61)
This time, they are basically families who want to win Qinghuang, and few of the high-ranking people are kind-hearted.
Even if he is a genius child of his own family, he still kills against the water, and even takes his life in order to stabilize the morale of the army.
War is always cruel.
The edge of the sky, which was originally beautiful and not like the mortal world, has been occupied by killing and blood.
Bai Tianyu has the heart to protect it, but it still can't protect everyone.
The people around him fell one after another, and the scene was tragic.
Mo Xi held on to the vines, barely supporting himself from falling.
Obviously, the front is completely blocked, and the distressing picture is still imprinted into the eyes through the white pupils.
She wanted to do something, but she couldn't do anything.
She is not afraid of blood, but the sorrow and sorrow behind it are like raging waves that want to slap her into the sea, and then she is crushed by one pressure after another.
But why is this happening?
She has the strength and the heart.
Why should she be affected like a waste.
The white reflects the rhythm of life intertwined with countless colors.
One by one, the souls floated in the air, as if waiting for the people below to come up.
It's like a river of reincarnation.
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The scene is changing.
The heart flutters.
There is a kind of glamour, like the afterglow of the remnant sun, brilliant and dazzling.
When it is intertwined with white, the contrast is suddenly profound, and it is more vivid than ever.
Mo Xi had never seen such a strong contrast.
Separated by the vines that block the view, there is the battlefield on that side, and the family hall on this side.
The two sides are completely different pictures, but in Moxi's mind, they are different scenes.
She was silent and her tears stopped.
Slowly kneeling on the ground, his eyes were a little stunned, and then he let go and looked at the unknown place.
In the picture, there is a firelight jumping.
The woman was dressed in dark and neat men's clothes, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was so unwarm.
Someone was screaming, but they were trapped within the walls, like a caged beast.
She didn't stop walking, and seemed to enjoy their shouting.
There were all kinds of voices all around, but they were abrupt because of one of her movements.
Those people seemed to be frightened by her, and all the words they had scolded disappeared and turned into begging for mercy.
But the woman had enough of playing, and she raised the blade in her hand, and the reaper died one after another.
Gao family, De family, Wu family, Hua family......
Faces flashed through my mind, men, women and children, and the only constant was their despair and crying.
The picture beats quickly, and the woman's murder tricks are not the same at all.
But again, she enjoyed the process very much.
Those voices, the source of Mo Xi's discomfort, were liked by her.
At the end, the picture disappeared, and Mo Xi had a blank space for a long time, and his eyes were confused.
Gradually, the screen switches to the outside of the vines.
Mo Xi seemed to see a flash of blood in front of him.
She was about to stand up with her hands stiff, and then slowly pressed her knees to stand up, watching the vines slowly return to the ground, taking in the tragic battlefield.
The man who loves her is still as tall as a pine and cypress.
Standing there, it's like a mountain that no one can overcome.
She was stunned, a little misty in front of her.
The voice in my ears faded away at some point.
She lifted her feet and stepped forward.
The audience fell silent, no one moved, just watched her quietly, walked alone to the center of the battlefield, and walked to the man who was as powerful as a god.
In fact, they couldn't move, and all of them were stopped by the vines, except for those who were already on the ground, and the rest, no matter which side they were, were imprisoned by the vines.
"A-Qing."
She spoke softly.
The tall and handsome figure moved, but did not turn around.