Suddenly, the figure looked back, and a strange face with red lips smeared was grinning at the little boy, smiling at the corners of his eyes and spilling blood and tears.

The little boy was frightened, stumbled back a few steps, and sat on the ground, forgetting to even call for help.

The face smirked at him.

"Ahh

Yaosi awoke from her sleep and nearly fell out of her chair.

I hurriedly held on to the table, only to realize that I was soaked in cold sweat.

What's wrong, did she fall asleep, it seemed like she had a dream, but she couldn't remember anything, she only knew that she seemed to have been awakened suddenly.

Yao Si looked up, and Ah Ran pressed the handkerchief.

"Is Miss too tired, just taking a nap, I think I had a nightmare." Ah Ran's voice was soft, and she was a little relieved.

took the handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, Yaosi fixed her eyes, and the scroll in her hand was still on the page she had just read.

She kept watching......

This is the Great White High Kingdom, the eleventh year of the Heavenly Rite Law Yanzuo, 1048 AD.

It's another night, and the Great Xia Kingdom is still in the capital of Zhongxingfu.

Outside the palace, there is a deep courtyard with ornate installations.

The willow tops on the moon, but at this moment, the willow trees are bleak, not half green, covered by the white snow that has just fallen, and it is lifeless.

At this time, there was still a lamp in one room, and a figure stood upright in front of the window, as if it had lost its soul, motionless.

"Gentleman," a frail woman of some age walked slowly and gently put on a coat for the middle-aged man standing in front of the window, "Gentleman, the cold winter night is cold, don't blow the wind here, be careful of the wind and cold." The woman said softly.

"Ayi fell asleep?" The man asked.

"I've already slept, so let's go to bed with the gentleman, and the concubine has already warmed the bed." The woman spoke softly.

This man is the upright and upright Lord Nuo Yi Reward Du who fought with the Wuzang clan in the court hall of the Great Xia Kingdom during the day, and this woman is his wife.

He was worried that the king of the Great Xia Kingdom and the country that he had done all his life to assist him would now fall into the hands of that lewd and amorous woman of the Muzang clan, and he was afraid that he would be destroyed overnight.

He was unwilling, but he couldn't do anything.

With a sigh, Nuo Yisheng hugged his wife and was about to go to bed in the inner room.

But I didn't know that at this moment, the disaster had already started.

In the dark of night, the cold wind suddenly rose, and the window frames fluttered.

In the mansion of Nuo Yixian, the killer sent by the Queen Mother had already been ambushed.

A veteran of the court, who follows many henchmen, has quite prestige in the court, and dares to argue with himself in front of the ministers, how can the queen mother tolerate him. If such a person is kept to continue to serve as a deacon in the court, the country that he has worked so hard to plan will be let go sooner or later.

If you don't just do it, the most neat solution to the hostile forces is to kill them to the end and leave no one behind.

"Kill!" In the dark night, the sound of shouting and killing suddenly sounded, and at this time, in the dead of night, who would have thought that this disaster would suddenly occur, and how many people were killed by a knife before they could react.

"What's wrong!?" Nuo Yixiang suddenly woke up from his not yet deep dream, hurriedly put on his coat, and was about to go out to check.

"Gentleman!" His wife was also half-off, and in a panic, she went out with her husband to check.

The courtyard was already filled with cries and shouts.

"Ayi!" The woman exclaimed, and rushed to her son's bedchamber.

"Madam," said a few faithful maidservants who had stumbled into the inner courtyard with a boy about four or five years old, who was tightly wrapped in layers of cloth, "the master of the house, madam, the little boy is fine. ”

"What's wrong?" No. looked at the embarrassed and terrified crowd.

"Master of the house, hurry up and leave through the back door, I don't know where the killer is about to break in, and the guards in this house can't stop it!" A house slave trembled and persuaded.

Nuo Yisheng was stunned for a moment, and then understood.

He understands what kind of person has such a mind and such a courage to destroy himself.

Except for the one who covers the sky with one hand and does not hide a clan, who will be determined to put himself to death?

"What's the hell?!" No. 1 was looking for a person.

"Head of the house!" A young guard rushed into the inner courtyard with a group of people at this moment, the armor he was wearing at the moment was already stained with blood, but his face was still cold, although he was a little tired, but he did not show any fear.

This guard is the unscrupulous deception of Nuo Yi's reward.

That night, Nuo did not leave, and he and his wife, together with his wife, died under the cold knives of the killers.

All the servants in the capital were slaughtered, and rivers of blood flowed.

It's just that everyone searched through this mansion, and they didn't find the only son of Nuo Yidu.

recklessly, they also disappeared together.

This mansion was then burned down by this killer.

After a few days, the Wuzang clan didn't know how many spies were sent to look for it, but they just didn't see the trace of the son of the Nuo Shift Reward, and the Queen Mother was uneasy, but she also thought that she had achieved hegemony, and she didn't worry much, so she ordered a notice to be issued, and sent it down along the checkpoints in the Great Xia Kingdom, just waiting to find the kid slowly, so I relaxed my mind a little bit about this matter.

Leaving Kyoto, let's talk about other places, in the middle of this Xingqing Mansion and Liangzhou, there is a place called Xigukou, which is an extremely desolate valley. On this empty Gobi, in the middle of the yellow sand of the wilderness, stands a wind and dust inn.

The day was coming to an end, and the sky was dark, as if it was about to blow and sand, and the owner of the inn also estimated that he had closed the door earlier today, and took some effort to entertain the group of dusty guests who had already settled in the inn.

This lonely inn in the wilderness is bustling with activity every day.

After all, it is the only inn on the non-official road from south to north, under the name of righteousness in the rivers and lakes, doing business in black shops, which is somewhat promiscuous, but it is just the wish of those dusty travelers. Because there is no need to pay attention to the hotel here, the money is given, regardless of identity, and it has nothing to do with coming and going, and it is not subject to the jurisdiction of the government, and it is very chic and comfortable.

Think about the fierce gods who came here to settle down, which one is a good person with a duty.

The innkeeper was a rugged middle-aged man with bald hair and a terrifying scar on his face.

Just when the owner of the stack had already covered the door of the store, the dilapidated wooden door was slammed with a "bang".

The stackmaster frowned, opened only one of the two doors, and looked out.

At this time, all the evil spirits in the inn put down their wine bowls in unison and pressed the long and short swords they carried.

"Stay!" A dry, hoarse male voice came from outside the door.