He continued to walk down, and when he looked up, he saw a sea of clouds churning in the sky. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The great golden brilliance was like a wild horse galloping across the sky. The clouds are also dyed pale gold, and they are constantly changing, like mountains, like illusions, like frightened eagle birds, like women's clothes...... There is always a time when the sun sets, but no one knows when Lu Yubing will go back.

He still has a glimmer of hope, although the chances are slim to none...... Lu Yubing looked at the ever-changing clouds, as if he saw Ge Jueren training and preparing day and night, ready to wave his army south and crush everything in front of him.

He's just an outcast.

The Shuo people believe that the population of the country is very small, so every son is a treasure. But they were wrong, and when the child was born, the weak and deformed were put to death.

The weak die and the strong survive.

The night Lu Yubing was sent to the Shuo clan had already laid down his fate. The iron hooves of the Singing City will never be stopped by Lu Yubing for a minute and a half.

He was meant to be sacrificed.

What is it that keeps him alive? Is it just because he is unwilling?

Perhaps, it is a fire that cannot be extinguished in the hearts of the singers.

Since childhood, he has fought with real knives and guns, and once he misses, he is injured or killed. They have been taught a truth since childhood: be ruthless enough not to get hurt. Lu Yubing came here for just one reason: he couldn't compare to the six brothers in front of him.

The sky soon darkened, and Lu Yubing didn't say a word, and walked into the dark and deep prison.

There are all kinds of low-level prisoners held here, and Lu Yubing usually learns about the changes in Qingzhou today from their mouths.

"Eh, big can be big, small can be small, there is no number of changes. Heavy bone dice rolled down from his old hand with bulging meridians, one with six and the other blank. The old man who threw the dice was already gray, his face was covered with sideburns, and he coughed twice, and blood splattered from his mouth and sprinkled on the cold, damp masonry.

This old man has not been in prison for a long time, at least this is the first time Lu Yubing has seen him.

Lu Yubing leaned down and looked at the old man talking to himself.

- "Are you ......?"

"I—ha!" the old man laughed, and every time he laughed, blood spurted out of his mouth, staining his gray beard all the time. He suddenly calmed down again, and said in a daze, "I'm nothing now, but I used to ...... Everyone calls me the Celestial Operator. ”

Lu Yubing said: "You can guess anything?"

Tianji Operator said: "You can guess anything." ”

Lu Yubing said: "How long have you been telling fortunes?

Tianji Operator said: "I have calculated a total of fifty-three years, seven months and nine days, and I have never missed a single one. ”

Lu Yingbing was curious: "Then why are you here?"

The Heavenly Machine Operator sighed long and said, "Because someone ordered me to plot the fate of the Shuo clan, is it light or darkness?"

Lu Yubing said: "You have calculated it?"

Tianji Operator shook his head and kept saying, "No, it can be there." Is fortune-telling really arbitrary? Can I really communicate with the gods in the sky? No, I just read and learn a lot, know a little bit of everything, and help everyone to calculate the form. But if I had told me the fate of the Shuo people, they wouldn't have just locked me up in prison. ”

Lu Yubing said: "It seems that you already know the fate of the Shuo clan. ”

Tianji Operator said: "But I must not say it, in order to live...... Maybe I'll have to spend the rest of my life in this dark and obscure corner. Suddenly, his eyes turned red, and he said to himself: "You fool, fool, if you are not famous, will the Shuo clan still look for you? He cried and laughed, laughed and cried, and went mad.

Lu Yubing didn't stay any longer, and walked deeper into the cell.

There, he saw so much darkness and abuse that a Fuso woman shouted in prison, "It's you, do you remember me, please give me some more food." ”

Lu Yubing said: "You were arrested a year ago. ”

The Fuso woman leaned against the bar, nodding weakly.

Lu Yubing said: "Then what use do you have for me? Can you tell me about the movements that appear in Fusang? Can you analyze the current form of Qingzhou?" The Fusang woman slowly took off her clothes, which was originally a near-perfect ketone body. When she was first caught, her waist was still so slender, her legs were plump and slender, and even her eyes were as sparkling as autumn waves. She was supposed to be a woman of great beauty, but now, she was severely malnourished, like a skeleton, and had lost any ability to tempt others, and her eyes had become gray, her hair was dry, and even her breasts had been cut off in half. The Shuo people plundered her best like wild beasts, and now in prison are nothing more than stenching cattle for survival.

When the woman was first imprisoned, Lu Yubing had a long talk with her with a bag of dry food to understand Fusang's current movements.

Now, what else could she get her food? The jailers were unwilling to trade with her foul-smelling flesh any longer, and only a long and painful death awaited her.

Lu Yubing finally left a piece of dry jerky. This was his food, and now he left it for this Fuso woman who was dying of hunger.

The Fuso woman is greedily biting the jerky, she has long lost her demeanor as a woman and simply wants to live.

Wouldn't it be better to die like this?

But she would rather endure such intense pain than live a few more days and nights. Lu Yubing couldn't help asking, "Why do you want to do this?"

The Fuso woman stopped, and she moved her dirty lips and teeth: "Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, I will definitely go back." She seemed to see the sun shining into the soft beach, the terrace of the singing and dancing, and the blooming hibiscus flowers underneath, swaying in the wind, emitting an intoxicating and long-lasting fragrance.

She grabbed her throat and glared at Lu Yubing angrily: "You, cough, you!" Lu Yubing hugged her gently, this action was too gentle, and his body temperature was the only thing that made her feel comfortable in the cold cell.

Her eyes changed from anger to shyness, and finally became serene, she slowly closed her eyes, and died in Lu Yubing's arms through the railing.

Lu Yubing carefully laid away her body, her head facing the direction of Fusang.

The woman's body quickly cooled down, and because of the long period of starvation and abuse, there was no fat left in her body, so the bones turned cold so quickly.

What's colder than Lu Yubing's heart?

A woman's wish is of course good, but Lu Qingchen learned the news from a month ago: Fusang is no longer there.

Due to the internal rebellion in Fusang, the barbarian chiefs were given the opportunity to drive in, all the men were killed, most of the women were captured by the barbarians, and the remaining Fusang people wandered around, and were slaughtered and captured by the Shuo people in the Sufu grassland. The beautiful hibiscus flowers are gone, and only the dusty wreckage rests in that country.

And this recently emerging barbarian is the target of Lu Yubing's trip.