Yan Xun shook his head and said, "I'll send you up first, and you can find someone to save me." ”

Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, glanced at Yan Xun up and down, then nodded and said, "Okay." ”

It took a lot of effort, and when Chu Qiao saw the full moon in the sky, he only felt as if he was living and dying. She lay on the snow cave, condescendingly looked at Yan Xun, who was still trapped in the cave, and shouted, "You wait, I'll call someone." ”

Yan Xun smiled and waved his hand, "Go quickly, go quickly!" ”

The ankle hurt very much, it seemed that it had just been twisted when it fell, Chu Qiao took a few steps in pain, and suddenly a thought came to her, she stopped unconsciously, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her back was cold.

If she turns around like this, with the remoteness of this wilderness, Yan Xun will definitely die tonight, then, will she take revenge? Thinking of the first day here, the blood, sharp arrows, and young body on the hunting ground, Chu Qiao's heart jumped faster and faster.

Although most of the murderous arrows that day came from the two brothers of the Zhao family, although most of Yan Shizi's arrows were inserted into the evil wolf, although he was ridiculed by the brothers of the Zhuge family afterwards for the kindness of the woman, although he trusted himself so much, he smiled and asked himself to go back quickly.

Chu Qiao stood on the pale wilderness, his eyes as black as ink, flashing with a surging edge.

With a bang, a dead tree more than one person tall was thrown into the snow cave and almost hit Yan Xun's head.

Before Chu Qiao could show his head, he heard Yan Xun roaring angrily: "You want to kill someone?!" ”

Chu Qiao rolled his eyes impatiently, "If you want to kill you, you don't have to make such a big effort, hurry up." ”

Yan Xun was agile, climbed up and down, looked Chu Qiao up and down, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I thought you would let go of me, a wicked person, and walk away." ”

Chu Qiao glanced at him coldly, "I only blame myself for not being ruthless enough." ”

Yan Xun laughed, ran in front of her in a few steps, bent down slightly, and said, "Come on, as a reward for not being ruthless and leaving me alone, I will carry you back." ”

Chu Qiao looked him up and down suspiciously, "Are you willing to do such a disgraceful thing?" ”

"This son is in a good mood."

Chu Qiao stopped talking, and just when Yan Xun thought she was unwilling, her back suddenly sank, and she had a soft and small body.

The white ground is like frost, the snow is reflected, and the white is shaking. Yan Xun carried someone for the first time in his life, his movements were a little awkward, and he twisted restlessly twice, Chu Qiao stretched out his white and tender little hand and patted his neck, "Be honest, I'm going to fall." ”

Yan Xun was stunned for a moment, but he was really much more honest, and walked slowly on the wilderness with Chu Qiao on his back.

"Hey, do you know how far we just went?"

The child calmly replied, "It takes about an hour to walk back in less than a stick of incense." ”

Yan Xun nodded, "Your name is Xing'er?" ”

"How do you know?"

"Last time I heard from the maid you framed on the cliff."

Yan Shizi seemed to be in a good mood tonight, and seeing that Chu Qiao didn't talk, he continued to ask, "What is your real name?" What's the last name? ”

Chu Qiao snorted lightly, "Why should I tell you?" ”

"If you don't say it, don't say it," Yan Xun snorted, "I don't want to listen to it yet, sooner or later, one day, you will cry and beg me to listen." ”

"Then you just wait patiently for that day."

Yan Xun frowned, "You are a little child, why do you speak in an old-fashioned tone?" ”

The child on his back pouted disdainfully, "Then you are not big, why are you so ruthless?" ”

Yan Xun was stunned, and then smiled: "My God, you really hold a grudge." ”

The child's voice was a little desolate, his voice turned cold, and he said indifferently: "You don't hold grudges, that's because you haven't been pointed at with arrows." ”

The wind was blowing, Yan Xun suddenly felt a little cold, and opened his mouth to refute, but finally didn't say anything. Those who have believed in the distinction between high and low for many years seem a little out of place in front of this child at this moment. When everyone says it's right, you automatically think it's right, even if sometimes you don't think it that way. The cold moonlight shone on the snow, and the figures of the two children looked a little thin.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance, Yan Xun was in good spirits and said, "My people are here." ”

The child on his back frowned slightly, and listened with his ears tilted, only to hear the chaotic sound of hooves, as if a large army was coming, and the sound of many people running. The snow and mist in front of it are rushing, like a silver dragon and a white snake, from a line to one side, mighty and galloping.

The child's eyes narrowed slightly, lightly opened his lips, and said slowly: "It seems that it is not your person." ”

The north wind blew up a heavy snowfall, which was as dense as goose feathers, obscuring the white full moon and making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The sky above the snow is pitch black, and from time to time there is the mournful long cry of the night owl, those black wings hovering in the sky, looking down from mid-air, the real city is like a pearl in the snowy glacier, dazzling, shining. And at this moment, on the outside of this pearl, there is a group of people of different races who are ragged, yellow-faced and thin, and absolutely commensurate with the prosperity and splendid scenery of the imperial capital, trudging with difficulty.

The biting north wind pierced through the ragged coats of the aliens, and knives blew on their already frozen purple skin. The wind howled suddenly, and the people struggled to huddle around to fend off the fierce cold wind. Without the protection of the city walls, the winter in the Hongchuan Plateau became more and more unbearable, and the cry of a baby suddenly sounded in the procession, from a single voice, gradually expanded, and gradually spread to the entire team.

With a whoosh, the whip suddenly sounded, and the general on the horse stepped forward with a gloomy face and shouted: "Shut up!" ”

But how could those ignorant babies obey his orders, and the crying continued.

The general frowned, and suddenly rode into the crowd, bent down and snatched a baby from a young woman's arms, lifted it high, and then slammed it to the ground!

"Ahh The piercing screams suddenly sounded, and the child's mother screamed in surprise, knelt on the ground suddenly, hugged the child who had no longer made a sound, and cried loudly.

The general's gaze was fierce, and the falcon swept over the faces of the alien homeless, and everywhere he went, there was silence.

Above the wasteland, only the cry of a young woman remains. The general drew his long knife and slashed the woman's spine with a single thud, and blood splattered on the pale snow.

Chu Qiao's breathing suddenly stagnated, he bit his lips tightly, and his hand suddenly exerted force, and he was about to rush out.

"You don't want to die?" Yan Xun hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "They are the army of the Wei lord, don't act rashly." ”

"Here it is." The black-armored and black-furred general said in a deep voice to his subordinates, and the soldiers wearing cold iron helmets turned over and dismounted neatly when they heard this, pulled out the saber at their waists, and pulled the rope, and the homeless people who were tied to their feet fell to the ground in unison.

The general's eyes were gloomy, his eyes were like knives, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he slowly spit out one word: "Kill!" ”

The sound of knives rang out in unison, the young soldiers' faces were as pale as iron, their eyes did not blink, dozens of heads suddenly rolled down and landed on the thick snow, warm blood spurted out of the cavities, and merged into a fishy stream, but it was frozen by the cold air in an instant.

The child bit his lower lip tightly, hiding behind the snow slope and watching the slaughter that was so close at hand, his heart clenched fiercely. Her eyes were so bright, like bright stars, but there was such a heavy light shining in them. Yan Xun's hands were a little cold, although he still hugged her tightly, there was an emotion flowing in his blood, making him almost afraid to turn his head to look into the child's eyes, and the small body under his arm exuded a kind of heat, almost burning his hand.

He watched the rulers of the empire hang butcher knives over the heads of the civilians again and again, and felt that they were not cutting off human heads, but their own beliefs. Those stubbornness that have existed in the heart for too many years have been peeled off layer by layer, and the body is incomplete, and there is nowhere to hide shame.

The saber was swung down, blood splattered, and the faces of those alien civilians were calm, without the slightest fear of death. Chu Qiao clearly saw that it was not numbness to the extreme, despair without any hope, and even more so self-abandonment under despair, but a stubborn stubbornness and outright hatred. Everyone was quiet, no crying, no cursing, even the children in the old man's arms were very well-behaved, and they watched their fellow people die one by one under the executioner's knife with their eyes open, but they secretly rolled huge waves.

It was the hatred that the gods of the Nine Heavens would fear for it, and the resentment that the underground Shura would regress for.

The pent-up anger and hatred in his heart slowly grew, and the child's fist was clenched like a bloodthirsty wolf.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried hooves in the distance, accompanied by the man's eager and angry shout: "Stop! Stop! ”

The snow-white war horse quickly approached, and the young boy turned over and jumped down, frantically whipped the knife-wielding soldier on the wrist, blocked in front of the homeless, and shouted angrily at the general: "Jiang He, what are you doing? ”

"Major General Shu Ye, I have been ordered by the military and am beheading the chaotic people." When the general saw the son, his brows furrowed slightly, but he still dismounted and saluted respectfully, and said in a deep voice.

"Rioters?" Wei Shuye's sword eyebrows went into his sideburns, his eyes pointed angrily at the old and weak women and children all over the ground, and said sharply, "Who are the rebels?" Are they? Who gave you the power and who allowed you to do so? ”

Jiang He's face remained unchanged, like a stubborn stone, "Major General, it is the will of the Sheng Jin Palace, the will of your uncle personally, the document signed by the House of Elders, the red letter approved by your elder brother, and the decision made by the patriarch of the entire Wei Valve through joint discussion, and the subordinates are just acting on orders." ”

Wei Shuye was stunned for a moment, turned his head blankly, and his eyes swept over the faces of those homeless people one by one. These alien people, who had never frowned in the face of death, suddenly changed their faces the moment they saw him, and they could no longer hide the anger in their eyes. An old woman suddenly stood up, ignoring the soldiers on both sides, and rushed over with a yelling, "You liar! Shameless treacherous! The gods will punish you! ”

A long knife suddenly slashed down and slashed at the woman's waist, blood flowed down from the blood groove of the knife, the woman's waist was almost cut in two, and her body fell to the ground weakly, but she still used her last strength to spit a mouthful of bloody thick phlegm on the corner of Wei Shuye's white clothes, and cursed with a cruel smile: "Be a ghost...... It's not going to be a ghost...... Put...... Spare ......"