"What am I mad at you for?" Mo Yu was still smiling, but his smile gradually revealed sadness, "I'm not angry with you, I hate you!" ”

She was neatly dressed, cut the excessively long hem with a dagger, and then walked up to Xiao Zhen, stared at him, and raised her hand to give him a slap.

Xiao Zhen was restrained by the power of the medicine and couldn't move, so she could only hit her alive, and while she was angry, she couldn't think of why she suddenly lost her temper. He knows Mo Yu's temperament, he rarely gets close to people, but he rarely gets really angry.

This time, Mo Yu used enough strength, and he was shocked to the point that half of his arm was numb. She stared at Xiao Zhen with a sneer, her eyes full of undisguised disgust: "I was thinking all the way just now, I was locked in the coffin for so long, but after I came out, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all, not even the old wound on my chest, there was no pain......"

Mo Yu squatted down and looked at Xiao Zhen with cold eyes: "You gave me the last black fluorite powder, right?" She sneered, "Do you think I'll thank you?" ”

Xiao Zhen wanted to explain, because it was too late to go to Daiguo to find mink oil, but his tongue was sore, and he couldn't say anything.

Mo Yu raised his hand, poked his chest and said, "The night you came to the Chu Palace, you gave me that thing to eat, because you wanted to completely cut off my thoughts." Fingers slid down his tight chest, and a tempting curve came out of him: "I beg you, you won't save Su Tian." If you don't want to save it, why do you want to eat that thing for me? I want to go with him, but I can't......"

Xiao Zhen's body was scorching, but he couldn't move or speak, and seeing Mo Yu reveal outright disgust and despair, his heart also fell into the boundless darkness.

"Do you know what it's like to suffocate to death?" Mo Yu's voice became more and more gentle, and his palm gently covered his mouth and nose, and the girl's fragrant smell was mixed with the smell of earthy grass stems. She slowly increased the force on her hand to block Xiao Zhen's breathing, and saw that his face slowly turned blue, and a weird smile appeared on his face, so she let go of her hand. Cold air poured into Xiao Zhen's chest, causing him to cough loudly.

"Do you know what it's like to have a sharp pain in your heart, but you can't even cry out about it?" Mo Yu pressed his ear to his chest, found where his heart was beating, and then punched him down. She was so close, and this time she used enough strength, as strong as Xiao Zhen, and she also felt a sweetness in her throat, and snorted.

Tears flowed from the corners of Mo Yu's eyes, and she remembered the pain and torture Su Tian had endured. She still remembers those sleepless nights, the faint heartbeat, the rapid breathing, the man who hugged her but couldn't stay with her......

Xiao Zhen stared at her, his eyes were unusually calm, no matter what crazy things she did, he was ready to bear it calmly.

Mo Yu stood up, took a few steps forward, turned his back to Xiao Zhen and said, "If you want me to live, I will live, but I swear, one day you will regret having today!" With a wave of his hand, the dagger flew straight out, and with a "grab" sound, it was nailed to the trunk behind Xiao Zhen, and another inch would pierce his throat.

Xiao Zhen couldn't move, but he could clearly feel the coolness coming from the back of the knife. Mo Yu didn't kill him, huh...... How could she kill him now, how easy it was to die, and only by living would she have a chance to let him taste all kinds of suffering.

Leaving Yunzhao Mountain, Mo Yu didn't know where he should go. She was originally wandering around in the mountains, and it was Su Tian who transplanted her, a grass that grew in the wild, into a warm room. Without Su Tian, where should she go?

She can't go back to Shouchun, let alone go to Qin, she can only go north along the official road, there are a few cities near Daiguo that don't belong to any country, maybe she can find a place to stay.

Traces of war can be seen everywhere. In the vicinity of Shouchun, when the main forces of the two countries were fighting, they still maintained a more or less gentlemanly demeanor, and the two armies were divided into two formations, and they would beat the drums to start the war. Far from the centre of the war, however, it was a different story entirely.

The peasants in the fields already had little to eat, and they had to be careful not to be looted by the deserters and wounded. It was easy to escape that catastrophe, and the lieutenant chief was going to blatantly loot again, and those who could hand over the grain had to hand over the grain, and those who could not hand over the grain would hand over the children to their daughters. The boys were sent directly to the battlefield, and the girls were served as official slaves.

Is this the Chu State that Su gave up everything to protect? Everything he did in the inner garden of the deep palace, when he fell into the world, did not leave even a small ripple.

wandering around so aimlessly, after walking for half a month, he almost arrived at Tongcheng in the north of Chu State. After Tongcheng, it is the place where the three kingdoms of Qin, Chu and Dynasty meet.

There are very few farmers in this area, only dilapidated grass houses. Mo Yu pushed the door open and entered, and the flying dust and grass clippings choked her with a cough. There was some hay piled up in the thatched house, and she pulled out a little of it, intending to make a fire and catch a rabbit to roast and eat.

The dry thatch, when caught on fire, was immediately burned to ashes, and could not be put together in a fire. She wanted to bring more hay over, but suddenly she felt like the grass stalks were being pulled and couldn't pick them up. She opened the haystack, revealing a small, dry and sallow face, a little girl of seven or eight years old.

That pitiful and stubborn look suddenly touched the memory in Mo Yu's heart, like how she wandered around many years ago. She squatted down: "Little girl, I'm not a bad person, I want to get some grass to make a fire, can you give it to me?" ”

The little girl didn't speak, her eyes fixed on her rucksack. Mo Yu looked back, and the corner of her backpack was open, revealing a little cooked bean, which she had exchanged for someone in the previous village.

She grabbed a handful and handed it to the little girl: "This is for you, give me some grass, okay?" ”

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then took the bean and devoured it into her mouth. The beans were dry and hard, but she swallowed them without chewing, choked and stretched her neck, and halfway through her meal, a thin little hand stretched out from the haystack. The little girl put the remaining half of the beans into the little hand, a little reluctant, and looked at it with a blank eye.

Mo Yu felt sad in her heart, she knew what it was like to be hungry for several days, and she also knew that if she ate this kind of bean, although she would be full for a while, it would not be long before she would be bloated and uncomfortable. She opened her rucksack, took out all the beans, and said to the owner of the little hand inside, "Come, you come out, there is still here, I will give it to you." ”

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen girls crawled out of the haystack one after another, the older ones were only ten years old, and the younger ones were only five or six years old, all of them were yellow and thin, their eyes were staring at the beans, and no one spoke.

Mo Yu was taken aback, he didn't expect so many people to be hidden in the thatched pile. She put the beans into their hands one by one and said to them, "Eat slowly, and leave the rest to you." ”

With a handful of beans in their stomachs, the girls had a relaxed but vigilant smile on their faces, and gradually began to talk to Mo Yu. The little girl who came out first, her name was Xiaoba, a child from a poor family, but she just shouted a random name. is called Xiaoba, who is about the eighth child born in the family.

Hachi said that they are all children from nearby villages, and they have nothing to eat at home, so they have begun to exchange with each other to eat other people's children. One of her younger sisters has been given to someone else's family to eat. Her aunt almost fainted from crying, and sent her out overnight to hide here. Several other children also came over one after another like this.

They hid for a few days, not knowing what was going on at home, no one came to deliver food, no one came to pick them up, so they had to wait day by day.

Mo Yu's heart was gloomy, on the way here, he had already seen several villages looted, and their parents and family members were probably not spared. The truth is too cruel for Mo Yu to say, so I can only comfort them to wait a few more days, maybe someone will come in a few days.

There was nowhere to go forward, so Mo Yu simply lived in this thatched house for a few days, sometimes shooting a few rabbits and distributing them to a few girls. After all, the little girls are still young, and they have not experienced the vicissitudes of the world, and after a few days of food and clothing, they get acquainted with each other, and laugh and play at the door during the day.

Mo Yu leaned against the door and watched, relieved for a while, sad for a while, she couldn't take these girls on the road, but if she left them here, these children who couldn't hunt and hadn't traveled far away would eventually die.

On the way, she heard that Tongcheng had recently been occupied by a "flying general", and the city walls were built like iron walls, and there were wandering men, as long as they were willing to kill the enemy and go into battle, he would take them in. Mo Yu thought to himself, if you don't go to Tongcheng to have a look, there should be some girls in the barracks to do work like pulp washing.

Not long after I fell asleep at night, there seemed to be footsteps outside the thatched house, faintly mixed with cursing. The other girls were still asleep, and Mo Yu had always been vigilant, picked up the short knife he carried with him, and quietly hid behind the door.

The gate was kicked open, and a dozen wounded soldiers rushed in, turning in a frenzy of recklessness.

"Damn, there's nothing, it's unlucky." The one who took the lead, who seemed to have been wounded in the leg, limped as he walked, scolding and smashing things to the ground. Their uniforms were stained with blood and mud, and it was impossible to tell which country's soldiers they were.

There was a young girl who was woken up by the sound of them smashing around, and she cried "wow". The other girls were also awakened by her crying and climbed up.