The stars are bright, the half moon is slightly suspended, a round of light is coiled around the corner of the Eight Desolation Mountain, the night is soft, the air is dull, it seems to be steaming the earth, the plants of the Eight Desolations are stinging, and they are all hanging flowers.

On the battlefield, the flesh and blood flew sideways, a sword passed, the flesh and bones were separated, a gust of wind blew, the gravel covered the white bones, but there were more white bones waiting to be covered, innumerable, and the way was unclear.

In the past few months when Da Liang and Da Yuan were fighting, Feng Qingxuan repeatedly waved the long sword in his hand every day, shouting repeatedly: "Soldiers, people who are born to be Da Liang, and ghosts who die are Da Liang, rush!" ”

These days, Feng Qingxuan has been having the same dream, a dream full of blood, which is really not a good sign.

On this day, the wind and sand were everywhere, the sound of horses' hooves shook the earth, the sword flashed, blood splashed on the battlefield, and the soldiers were in front of Feng Qingxuan, and she was the only one left to guard under the huge city gate.

Da Yuan's soldiers quickly surrounded him, and Feng Qingxuan rode on the horse alone, although he was weak, he still had a ruthless face: "Even if I die, I won't be Da Yuan's sword ghost." ”

A long arrow shot from a distance with a "Zheng" sound, which directly knocked down the sword in her hand and shot it into the left shoulder bone, causing her to fall directly from her horse, rolling all over the sand, and humbly lying on the ground.

Feng Qingxuan heard footsteps, but in a moment, black boots appeared in front of her eyes, Xiao Zhuo squatted down, stretched out his fingerbone palm to support her face, forcing her to raise her head.

"Feng Qingxuan, are you still satisfied with such a result?" After saying this, Xiao Zhuo hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, and threw her into the sand.

Feng Qingxuan took a bite in the sand in this posture, and glared at him through gritted teeth: "The wolf's heart and dog lungs are really contagious, and the monarch of Dayuan has an auxiliary minister like you, I really feel sorry for him." ”

This time, Xiao Zhuo had no pity, he really had no face, and even laughed out loud, and said to the soldiers on the side: "Don't kill with a cane, take the life of the child in the belly for a life." ”

After finishing speaking, Feng Qingxuan's face buried in the sand had already turned pale, and she saw that the blood on the corners of her lips had not dried, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, without the power to resist.

Xiao Zhuo took advantage of the situation to taunt Feng Qingxuan, and his words became more and more confused: "The princesses of Daliang, all of them are brave and good at fighting, and this figure is better than the other, the soldiers have worked hard, do you want to let them taste it too?" ”

Feng Qingxuan bit her lip tightly, as if she was dead, curled up motionless on the ground, and at the end, she raised her eyes to look at Xiao Zhuo lifelessly, but she didn't make a sound.

Xiao Zhuo brushed her soaked hair very tenderly, and her eyes were full of sarcasm: "Don't be afraid, it's just a child, I won't kill you." ”

A simple sentence was like a dagger inserted into Feng Qingxuan's chest, stirring repeatedly, carrying the smell of blood, with blood, and the pain could not be spoken.

Xiao Zhuo got up slowly, brushed the wrench on his thumb with a deep gaze, and pretended to be fierce: "What are you waiting for, do it!" ”

In the next second, a crackling sound sounded on Feng Qingxuan's body, the stick was very precise and impartial, every blow just fell on the stomach, Feng Qingxuan desperately protected his stomach, and howled loudly in the direction of Xiao Zhuo: "Xiao Zhuo, tiger poison does not eat children, how can you be so ruthless?" ”

Xiao Zhuo turned his head and shook his shoulders easily: "Ruthless? You and I have never been in love, where does this word begin? ”

With a wail, blood flowed down Feng Qingxuan's thighs, dripping on the battlefield, a thick smell of blood spread, Xiao Zhuo's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, he breathed a sigh of relief, and took a step: "Don't fight, take it back to the barracks, and take care of it strictly." ”

Feng Qingxuan stared at the astringent eyes, looking at the blood stains that had receded, her nose was sore, and bursts of roars echoed in the battlefield: "Xiao Zhuo, one day, I will chop you piece by piece." ”