The damp and cold breath was like a nightmare, and Runjun struggled to open his eyelids, not yet dead, which seemed to be a fortunate thing, but it was not very pleasant. There was a soft and sticky touch on his face, and the fawn was licking him, Runjun smiled and sat up slowly. It's not the deer, he knows it.

There was a fire nearby, the sound of dry wood exploding, crackling, someone was roasting, the meat was burnt yellow, and golden oil oozed from the surface. Runjun was so hungry that he didn't care about the people around him, so he grabbed the barbecue wolf and swallowed it. When the hunger pang was gone, Runjun breathed a sigh of relief.

Holding a torch and pushing through the heavy haze ahead, you are almost at the end of the dense forest. Runjun smiled again, this smile was a little evil, a little strange. The five fingers touched the light, dispelling the coldness in the forest, and Runjun narrowed his eyes and saw a familiar figure. The shadow is long, and it can be seen that the figure is extremely well maintained. Runjun only felt that his body had warmed up, and he fell into the ice cave again.

"The Queen Mother. Runjun called respectfully.

The white bird and phoenix golden skirt spilled gently without wind. The Holy Queen bowed slightly, and her tone couldn't hear the emotion, "You're back." ”

Like the return of countless victories, in the boiling sound of the whole process, all the soldiers surrounded the sky with flowers, and the holy queen also said to him calmly, "You are back." ”

Only, there are differences. If in the past, it was a glorious return on the shoulder, but now, there is only a mess. Runjun exhaled, and the heat hit the cold air and formed ice particles, getting colder and colder, Runjun thought.

"Where's your sword?" asked the Holy Queen.

Runjun was stunned, and suddenly looked like a child who had made a mistake, lowered his head and said, "Sorry, it's gone." ”

"Dropped?" the Holy Queen widened her eyes and pointed to Runjun's right hand, "What's that?"

Runjun turned his head sideways and found that he didn't know when he had an extra black sword in his hand.

The body of the sword is gray and dark, without any pattern carving, like a semi-finished product, but it is completely integrated. This is an eye-born sword, but it is not unfamiliar to Runjun, and he noticed that the blade of the sword is stained with a little blood. Whose blood is this? Is it fowl or human? Is it made by himself? Runjun's mind was extremely confused, and he wanted to let go, but found that the black sword was stuck as if it were one with him.

"Whose sword?" asked Runjun in confusion as he looked at the Holy Queen.

Holy Queen Qianqianyu pointed a little, "Nature is yours." ”

Runjun remembered something, and his heart sank suddenly.

"A long time ago, I gave you two swords, and now, you abandoned Qingyu and chose Dark Hill, I respect your choice. The Holy Queen murmured, the voice was very small, but it echoed in her ears.

Runjun's eyebrows were dark, his clear eyes were full of gloom, and he shook his head a little frantically and insistedly, "No! How could I make such a choice?!"

"No one forced you, this path is your own volition. The Holy Queen looked at Runjun, pointed behind him, and said very seriously.

Runjun looked back suddenly, and found the dead sika deer, chimpanzee and snake, he wiped his eyes, looked again, and finally saw that it was a pool of blood with three corpses. There was nothing alive in the Forbidden Forest, but everything that could fill its stomach was swallowed alive by the mob. The orangutan was a bearded man with a beast tattooed on his arms, a head on one side, sunken eye sockets, and shriveled and black cheeks. He died, and his body was separated. The snake was a deformed man, with a childlike stature, but a face of forty or fifty, and he was even more miserable, and was mutilated alive.

Finally, there is the sika fawn.

It was a girl, a young man of eighteen years, and it was the time when her skin could be broken and her appearance was better than that of peach blossoms. The girl's face was serene, perhaps the process of death was not too painful, or perhaps death was a relief for her.

Runjun completely remembered that many things were his subjective imagination, and his purpose was just to tamper with the truth of his memory, so that he could accept it calmly. It took him less than half a day to cross the Forbidden Forest, and in this short half a day, he killed three people.

Runjun has never killed anyone, yes, he has led the Western Expeditionary Force for hundreds of years, but he has never slashed human blood, he has only killed blind spirits and ghosts, and he has never hunted even the side giants. Of course, this is his weakness, and for this reason, it is not that he has not been reminded by his deputy and secretly criticized by others. However, Runjun's sword heart is like this, and he can't force it. A long time ago, because the Holy Queen firmly grasped this, she let him go to the Western Realm. If it weren't for the fact that Runjun was deeply loved by the soldiers, there was a possibility that the western realm would change hands, and the Holy Queen would still not be vigilant.

"You are no different from me. The Holy Queen turned around and pointed to the Imperial City from afar, "They are all victims of interests, and they must die in order for you to see her." I just want to tell you that it's nothing. ”

There are frozen bones buried under the throne, and the will of the Holy Queen is the future of the Celestial Clan, and what she thinks about has never been the survival of an independent individual, but the continuation of the clan as a unit. She never thought so, and now she was no longer able to take care of the poor and famine people at the bottom, and that there was not much time left in the kingdom of heaven, and that it was her duty to think about more important issues.

"That's what it's called...... Take care of the overall situation?" Runjun sneered, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

He has always held the sword extremely smoothly, which is the basic skill for the swordsman, the cornerstone that determines the future height, and the key point of success or failure in the battle. He couldn't even grasp the sword steadily, which means that his heart has been messed up, the sword fruit has been broken before, and after being persuaded like this, his sword heart has gone to the abyss of degeneration.

"It's just a choice, it's not right or wrong. The holy queen asked, "Without a sword, what if you go? If you don't even have the ability to protect yourself, who can you save?"

"Admit it, take the sword, fight all the way into the imperial city, and rescue Xiao Tao, this is your real choice. ”

The figure of the Holy Queen dissolved and dispersed, turning into a rushing mist, hitting Runjun's face, adding a bit of coolness. In Runjun's dim eyes, a faint color of blood could be seen, and he held the black sword firmly, and hurried out of the forest quickly. With the help of the corpse, feeling the warm breath that was getting closer and closer, Runjun's face was more confused, and there was a strange flush. The dark mound responded to the master's thoughts, and the condensed air flow slowly overflowed.

The guards who entered the city to check on the alien races were a group of recruits who had entered the camp not long ago, and in these years, most of the veterans with some qualifications were passive and slacking off, trying to extort money from the people. The recruit didn't know Runjun's face, and came to interrogate him. Before the words came out, I only felt that my breathing was blocked, and when I touched my neck again, my fingertips were wet, hot, and it turned out to be blood.

The other companions held him up and looked in amazement, but there was no sign of the killer. Not daring to make a big publicity, they silently scavenged their companions' drinks and dry food, dragged them aside and covered them with straw. There won't be too much sadness, report to the top, and tomorrow someone will take over. In these years, the work of distributing supplies is basically gone, which can be regarded as a beautiful errand.