"Shizi, what did I do wrong again?" the old bustard was stunned and said aggrievedly.

"Xizhao is the woman of the champion Hou, why didn't you tell Lao Tzu earlier, you almost caused Lao Tzu to be exterminated. Shizi said angrily: "I warn you, in the future, you will treat her like a master, if something happens to her in the territory of Bingzhou, Lao Tzu will be the first to destroy you!" Shizi snorted coldly and turned away angrily.

Of course, he doesn't think that Xizhao is the favorite of the champion Hou, he thinks that the disease-free son just fell in love with her beauty and had a dewy marriage with her. However, the champion Hou seems to attach more importance to her, otherwise he would not give her his waist card. But even if it was a woman that the innocent man liked before, he didn't dare to offend.

"She's the woman of the Champion Hou!?" the old bustard was shocked. Hurried to Yuzhao's room, wanting to ask her what was going on.

......

In a dilapidated alley, a fat village woman still spins tirelessly in front of a wooden house, while several other women fetch water by the well and wash their clothes. They all picked up some miscellaneous goods in some small families in the city of Bingzhou, otherwise their families would not be able to survive. Although they love to chew on the root of their tongues when they are fine, they are also simple civilians.

Facing a ray of sunshine, the disease-free man walked into the alley. He was about to go on an expedition against the barbarians, and he had long-term plans in the barbarians, so he planned to take the sunset and go with him to the barbarians.

"Look, that scholar cultivator is here again. The obese woman whispered.

"He hasn't forgotten the sunset, this **** is really blessed. Another woman said. In their eyes, the woman who works in the cabaret shop. They are all sluts and ****, and they have lost the face of women.

"I guess this scholar doesn't have much cultivation. Otherwise, how could you fall in love with a slut?" said the fat woman. Although they were far away from the sick-free son, the scholar's ears and eyes made the sick-free boy clearly hear the discussions of these people. The disease-free boy couldn't help frowning. However, they were just poor village women, and they had no intention of bothering with them.

When they came to the front, the group of village women had already stopped talking. The innocent man walked to a wooden house, knocked on the door, walked in, and saw at a glance the woman who haunted him.

"Sunset ......".

"You, here. When Yuzhao saw him, there was a burst of surprise on his face. But when I remembered what happened a few days ago, I chuckled in my heart again. Hang your head.

"I have returned from the border barracks, Emperor Wu has given me an official position, you can go to the imperial city with me now, don't live with this group of village women anymore. The innocent boy said. In the past, he was afraid that Xizhao would not be able to accept his identity, so he made up a lie, saying that he was just an ordinary scholar. I went to the border camp to join the army in order to obtain military merits.

"No disease, are you lying to me when you said before?" However, when he heard that he was sick and returned home, the sunset was not excited. Instead, he asked him with a solemn expression.

"Why do you say that?" asked the sick man.

"Your identity is actually very valuable, and you deceived me because you were afraid that I would have low self-esteem?" asked Yuzhao.

The disease-free boy was silent for a moment and nodded. "Yes." "She'll know about it sooner or later, and the sick boy doesn't want to deceive her forever. When two people are together, it is impossible to tell a lie for a lifetime. Besides, when the sick-free son used to give her that waist card. I expected such a day.

"Then tell me, who are you?" Yuzhao looked at the disease-free boy with hope. I only hope that what the city lord Shizi and the old bustard said to her are false. She only hoped that Wuzhi was not the former general they said they were talking about. The eight sons ranked fourth and were named the disease-free sons of the champion Hou.

This identity is too heavy, and the weight makes her breathless.

"My real name is ...... Huo Quzhi, the disease-free son of the Eight Great Princes, has been named the champion Hou by Emperor Wu. The disease-free boy said slowly. The words of the disease-free boy completely shattered the last glimmer of hope in her heart.

"With your identity, how can you be with me?" Xizhao muttered with a miserable face.

"When I was sick, the saints judged that I would not live to be twenty years old. In order to continue the heir for me, the queen promised Princess Xie Wu to me, and later Princess Xie Wu ran away from marriage and scolded me for being a short-lived ghost...... "The disease-free son told her everything before. And when I heard these lofty names, Xizhao's heart became colder and colder.

"Sunset, do you know? You carried me to you that day and took good care of me...... It was you who gave me confidence and the courage to live, and I am afraid that I would have died without you. The disease-free boy finally said: "After my natural disease was cured, Emperor Wu gave me and the princess a marriage, and I personally rejected him in the main hall. Because in my heart, you are ten thousand times more noble than that princess. ”

"Really?" said Yuzhao's face with a small smile. Since she entered the song and dance studio to do things, everyone has scolded her for being a slut and a ****, but now some people actually say that she is more noble than a princess. And the person who said this was the most outstanding young general of the Han Empire, the champion Hou. He is also the most outstanding young talent in Dahan, and the disease-free son ranked fourth among the eight sons.

All of this made her feel as if she was in a dream.

"Xizhao, you can rest assured. I won't let them know about your origins. Moreover, this time we are going to stay away from the Han and go to live in the territory of the barbarians, and no one knows about your past. You pack your things now and come with me. The innocent boy said.

"No disease, can you wait for me outside for a while?" said Yuzhao suddenly.

"You will be my wife in the future, are you still shy in front of me?" Seeing that she had finally accepted her identity, the disease-free boy couldn't help but feel happy and said with a smile.

"It's all some girls' things, it's inconvenient for you to see it. With a smile on her face, Yuzhao pushed him out the door.

The sick man walked outside the house, looking at the group of village women still working hard with their heads down, and seeing the bright sun outside, he couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness in his heart. It seems that Xizhao has accepted his identity, and he is not so repulsed, and his previous worries are superfluous. From today onwards, the sunset will follow you. After a few days, they will go to the barbarian land and live together in the wind and grass, and the cattle and sheep will be low.

Suddenly.

"Poof!"

A voice came from inside the room, followed by a woman's muffled snort. The sound was all too familiar to him, it was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing his body. The sick man's face changed suddenly, and he pushed the door open.

The scene in front of him broke his heart, and Sunset was lying on her back on the bed, with a sharp pair of scissors stuck in her chest. The wound is too deep, and the diseaseless man is used to killing people, and he has long known that this kind of wound is already certain death.

"Ah......" The disease-free man roared like a mad beast. Rushed over, grabbed her body and yelled, "What the hell are you, why?"

"No disease......" Sunset's weak voice came. The disease-free man hurriedly lowered his head, trembling all over, and his face was extremely terrifying.

"No disease, don't be sad...... Xizhao stretched out his palm, stroked his cheeks full of cold sweat, and said weakly: "Actually, in my heart...... Hopefully you'll always be just that...... A seriously ill teenager who needs my care...... See you...... I'm like ...... See my dead brother...... Your status is so honorable...... I don't need to take care of it anymore......"

"Don't you love me at all? You just bear it, let me be sad for you, and let me live alone from now on?" said the innocent man in a trembling voice.

"How could I bear to make you sad...... Disease-free ...... You're my first man...... Of course I love you......" Yuzhao stroked his cheek and said softly, "But your status is noble, and when you are with me, others will laugh at you...... Even if you don't care, I can't pretend to be nothing myself, I don't want to be a stain on your life. ”

"Xizhao, why are you so stupid......" Hearing Xizhao's words, tears fell from the eyes of the disease-free son.

"Disease-free...... You are the eighth prince, and you are the champion Hou ......" The disease-free boy felt that Xizhao's hand was gradually cold, and reached out to grab her hand and put it on his face, "I believe you will be able to find a woman who is a thousand times better than me in the future, ten thousand times better......" After Xizhao finished speaking, he no longer had any strength in his hand, and slowly slipped from the hand of the disease-free child.

Seeing that Xizhao died, the sick-free boy was stunned, quietly looking at Xizhao's face, staying by her side like a sculpture, not knowing where he should go. The sunset is the sustenance of his soul and the woman he loves, however, just when their lives are just about to be happy, they leave him forever......

"What's going on?"

"What happened?"

Sensing that something big had happened in the cabin, a group of village women put down their work and ran over to watch!

Suddenly, I saw the handsome scholar turn around suddenly. His eyes turned a terrifying blood-red, emitting a demonic light, like a killing god from hell.

War Spirit, Shura!

A huge battle spirit appeared in front of them in an instant, this Shura war spirit, the body is more than three zhang long, thick arms and legs, like giants, this group of village women in front of him, as small as ants. He carried six blood-red six flags on his back, and held a broad giant sword in his hand. The whole body is covered with hard armor, like an ancient fierce god from hell.

The Six Paths of Shura: The Heavenly Way of the No Resentment Realm!

Kill!

The giant sword in the hands of the Shura Battle Spirit was violently stirred, and several village women, like ants, were instantly cut in half by the Shura War Spirit. Stumps and broken arms, flesh and blood flying!

(To be continued.) )