The little girl ran up and down the mountain road excitedly, dancing with her hands, her eyes full of beautiful longing and yearning for the hero, but unfortunately she lacked words, and she didn't know what to express when she said a long paragraph.

Qi Yu listened intermittently, piecing together her words and phrases by herself, and the smile on the corner of her lips became deeper and deeper.

Emperor Slope, originally a small low slope in this barren land, has an accident of old soil and messy grass, and there is no great legend that there is no aura alive.

It's just that five years ago, because the lord of the Great Oracle, Qishanjun, was besieged and killed by the karmic fire of the evil dragon and beast, the people of Baixin and the warriors were trapped in the nearby ancient city.

It is said that a gentleman thinks of danger, and the king does not live under the dangerous wall, but this female emperor's style of acting is completely different from that of previous emperors.

In the end, she fought the dragon alone on this low slope, and successfully forced it into the Nine Heavenly Clouds, and finally managed to survive, and the blood-stained slope was stained.

Many people say that it was also that year that she became the emperor and Kyushu, becoming the first great emperor in history to conquer the territory of Kyushu in the world.

And this small low slope has also become a place of great scenery in a country.

It is also one of the allusions admired and admired by thousands of children, and this story has become an excellent story for every family and every family to put their children to sleep.

From the octogenarian to the three-year-old child, they were all completely impressed by this amazing empress.

After listening to the long story that the little girl couldn't say, Qi Yu leaned on the wet soil, closed his eyes, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "I don't like this story, but I like the hero of this story." ”

The little girl suddenly looked frustrated: "Is it because I don't tell the story well?" Qishanjun is beautiful and powerful, of course no one likes her. ”

Seeing the man leaning on the emperor's slope and gradually closing his eyes and falling asleep, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what to do with him for a while.

The old man took a puff of the old cigarette stick, swallowed the clouds and said with mist: "This person is infected with the poison of the ghost animal, I am afraid that it has already entered the lungs, we still don't want to touch him, put it there without water or food, and he will starve to death, look at him like that, obviously he has no strength to get up, let it go for a few days, anyway, it is winter, the corpse is frozen, and the pus and blood cannot be dissolved, and when he is completely breathed, he will dig a pit and bury it." ”

If you move him at this time, you can't catch the master and take a bite, grab a bite, it won't be as simple as killing a person.

And they all agreed, and they dispersed.

The sky is like fire, and the sunset is falling, ushering in the blue sky of eternal night.

Qi Yu, who was asleep, suddenly felt that something was licking his face, he didn't have the strength to raise his head and push the thing away, closed his heavy eyelids, and said angrily: "Don't mess with me, I'm already very tired, let me sleep for a while, sleep for a while...... Just go there and won't let anyone hurt her...... Won't ......"

Sure enough, the thing didn't continue to lick itself, and in a half-conscious state, he seemed to hear it

The horse neighed, and then someone dismounted and left, the horse still snorting in front of him.

Soon, the sound of small and steady footsteps came, and his lips seemed to touch something cold.

It's water!

He was thirsty for two days, and as soon as his chapped and tearing lips touched the cool water, the first thing he did not want to moan in pain, but was stabbed, and he couldn't help frowning.

There was a ticking splash of liquid on his chest, and he suddenly realized that someone had brought him a palm of water.

In the past few days, he has wandered around the world like a lonely ghost, and has received too much malice from mortals, and his body is so broken that he can't even bear the heart pinched by the dirt in his chest, and even in the quiet night, he seems to faintly hear the bell of the conjuring from the depths of his soul.

This handful of cold stream water stung his lips, as if pulling him back to the world from the other side of the netherworld.

These hands holding the stream seem to have become the last bit of kindness in the world.

He hung his head groggily, absorbing the cold sweetness of her palm, his throat moistened by the clear water, and the chaotic consciousness returned to reality.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and through the cold moonlight, he could see the man's face in the moonlight.

His eyes were slightly open, and then he narrowed quietly, and the drops of water on the corners of his lips mixed with dirty blood splashed on her fingertips.

That person was wearing the most noble purple imperial robe in Kyushu, with a sword hanging from his waist, and he was envied.

I haven't seen her for eight years, she has lost a lot, her cheeks are thin and sharp, her skin is like snow, clearly like a sharp sword out of the sheath, but when she is coldly illuminated by the moonlight, it looks like a thin jade porcelain fetus that will shatter when touched.

Qi Yu looked at the woman in front of him calmly, indifferently withdrew his hands stained with blood, took out the handkerchief, and carefully wiped the blood stains on his fingertips.

In the end, the well-textured handkerchief was thrown on the ground, and the movements were casual and indifferent, with a bit of the noble temperament unique to a king.

Her left palm pressed against the sword at her waist, and her sharp and warm phoenix eyes stared condescendingly at the blood-stained man on the low slope.

Her voice was cold and majestic, and she said without the slightest emotion: "I have come for the evil dragon, and you have its breath in you, and it is very strong. ”

She didn't recognize him.

It was a pair of eyes that only an emperor would have, sympathetic to all beings, without the slightest emotion, without the slightest murderous intent, but so ...... High.

Qi Yu really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh at this time, although his heart had already been shattered, there would still be a faint pain there.

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Qi Yu shook his head expressionlessly and said, "I'm not a ghost beast dragon, you have found the wrong person." ”

"I know. Her expression was pale, but her eyes kept looking at him: "If you are the evil dragon, how can you be like this."

Lying here, if you were it, I would save a lot of trouble. ”

Qi Yu hooked the corners of his lips and showed a very jerky smile: "Fang Cai, thank you." ”

Qi Shanjun narrowed his eyes and did not respond, but said, "How long have you been lying here?" ”

Qi Yu thought for a while and said, "It's a whole day." ”

"Are you dying?" she asked, very directly.

Qi Yu: "It's fast, but it should take a little longer than you think." ”

Qi Shanjun nodded, his eyes looked at the distant village, and his cold voice carried a bit of murderous intent: "In the village ahead, everyone is dead, and this matter can be related to you." ”

Qi Yu's eyes were unwavering: "It has nothing to do with me." ”

Qi Shanjun's eyes were very sharp: "They died of the poison of the evil dragon, and it broke out in one day, and the whole village was wiped out, and no one survived." ”

Qi Yu's eyes moved: "Really?" It seems that the little girl who told him the story yesterday is no longer there.

Clear...... A good kid.

The next moment, his jaw was forcibly lifted by Jun Xianjian's scabbard, and he was forced to look directly at her.

"The whole village is dead, but you are the only one alive," she said. ”

Qi Yu smiled, deflected her scabbard, and with a simple movement, the wound on his face was bloody, splashing out a few drops of blood and landing on her scabbard.

"Maybe it's because my life is harder. ”

Qishan Jun silently withdrew Jun Xian's sword, her eyes were cold with obvious disgust, she took out a clean handkerchief, carefully wiped the scabbard, and said, "They died because of you?"

Qi Yu said: "I don't think so." ”

He is not the only one in the world who is polluted by the breath of the evil dragon and ghostly animal, and in the village, there may not be a real bloodstained person.

It's just that they have the protection of their relatives, and even if they know, they will hide it until they can't cover up the bloody stench, and it once broke out and was devastating, which is much more terrifying than a monster like him.

The real monster will never come from an external enemy, but from the hearts of its own people.

Regarding Qi Yu's explanation, Qi Shanjun still had a suspicious look in his eyes.

But even so, even if she suspected, when she saw a dying person, she would still feed a handful of water.

Regardless of whether the people in the village are because of him or not, Qishan Jun will not kill a weak person, she glanced at him for a while, and suddenly her gaze was fixed on his chest, Jun Xianjian slowly picked up the clothes he hid in his heart,

Under the clothes, there was a cloud of black soil, and the rune lines on the surface of the black soil were so faded that they were almost invisible, and she said lightly: "It turned out that it was bounded by black soil, which suppressed the poisonous blood pollution in my body, so I think about it, the death of those people really has nothing to do with you." ”