She stepped on the bloody road with blood splashing, looking at the Liao army camp that was surging into the sky, her eyes were split, and the uneasiness in her heart was also suppressed for a while, "Ah Yun, Ah Yun, Ah Yun ......"

Liu Qingyun didn't know what Mo Cheng had given her, and she was weak.

It took her two full hours to climb out of the big tent, and then she set the Liao army's grain and grass on fire, and now she has no strength.

She was lying in a fire-filled camp, wanting to shout Ah Lean, but she couldn't, and her thoughts began to drift wildly, as if someone was calling her name, this is the voice, low and dumb, grinding people's eardrums.

A pair of calloused hands gently caressed her face and paused lightly on her chin.

"Ah Yun!"

Ah Yun, are you calling her?

Her thoughts were confused, and suddenly, it seemed as if she had gone back to fourteen years ago, when she first met him.

The barbarian army surrounded the camp, she fled in panic, and was frightened and screamed by a bloody scimitar, she closed her eyes and squatted on the ground with tears streaming down her face, waiting for death, but the knife did not fall for a long time, but what she was waiting for was an uninhibited joke: "Yo, the little goblin that came out of nowhere, looks so beautiful and runs around, but it can be returned." ”

She raised her eyes, looked at the young man in red with a long sword in his hand, and said with a teasing face, "Who are you?" ”

"It's not important, the important thing is that such a beautiful little beauty, I saved you, you can't promise yourself?"

"Don't, you rascal!"

The young man in red turned over and got on the horse and wanted to leave, but she hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his trouser legs, looked at him with a red face and said, "I'm afraid, don't go." ”

"My aunt said that a woman is a duplicitous creature, and it is really not bad, she clearly said no, but in fact, she wanted it in her heart." Enraged, she let go of his trousers.

But the boy rolled over and dismounted, untied his armor, and put it on her clumsily.

She hugged the horse's neck and asked the boy who had turned over the horse, "Where is this going?" ”

"Revenge! Fight the enemy! ”

Take revenge, kill the enemy, the enemy general, and be cut down by his sword.

She screamed, but he knew that she was afraid, but he took a fluttering tone and said, "Help me take it, my hand hurts." ”

She took it blankly, looked at the young man's injured arm, and wanted to ask if it hurt, choked in her throat for a long time, but she couldn't say it.

I still remember that when I took the bloody head, there was no fear in my heart, there was no panic, she leaned on the thin chest of the young man, and she felt relieved for no reason.

Mo Xiaomo trembled her throat, tore off the red cloak behind her, wrapped it, she gently picked her up, and said softly: "Ah Yun, Ah Yun!" I'll take you away......"

Yes, take me away, take me away.

When I was unconscious, the picture turned again, back to seven years ago, when Saibei was slaughtered, the red-clothed young man with churning blood fell from the sky and rescued her, as if he also said the same, "Ah Yun, why are you crying again, you love to cry so much, how did you get married." ”

"Get up, I'll take you away." Mo Tian stretched out his hand.

It was not big, but it made her extremely relieved, she followed her, watched her kill cleanly and neatly, watched her save the people who were trapped under the knife and were powerless to resist, and also looked at her, even if she felt uncomfortable, she would not shed a single tear.

She felt sorry for her.

I don't know when there was a goose feather in the sky, and in the heavy snow, there were a few warm tears, as the snowflakes fell, fell on the side of her face, and instantly turned cold.

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