The sky was completely dark, only the pure snowflakes kept falling, in the dark night, like the saddest color, telling endless sorrow.

Pinghu stood on the slope of the mountain, with tears in his eyes, looking at the countless cold rays flashing in Pingjia Village, and the dazzling luster could still be seen clearly in the dark night.

"I really don't understand why those people are doing this? It's all out, why don't you move the rescuers? In the silence, a villager whispered.

"Yes, they know that going back is death, but they still go back without hesitation, don't they know that if they go to Kyoto for help from here, maybe the crown princess will still be saved." Another woman sighed.

"Didn't you listen to them? If the crown princess did not promise, they could not act on their own. What faithfulness! Another villager.

"You say, is Pinghu really going to deliver the letter?" A voice whispered.

"That seems to be what the man said when he was leaving." Another voice replied quietly.

"The crown princess is also ruthless, and she also killed Di Bo in our village!" Another voice said with resentment.

The crowd fell silent again.

Pinghu suddenly said in a deep voice: "If the crown princess hadn't done that, we would have already become dead by now!" ”

After speaking, Pinghu took a step forward and ran down the mountain without looking back, while a group of villagers looked at his back silently and couldn't say a word.

Pinghu arrived at the foot of the mountain, spread his feet and ran towards the border, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't compare to a horse with four hooves, but now, where to find a horse?

When he was worried, he suddenly heard a tiger roar, which frightened him and quickly stopped, anxious, eager to discuss with the tiger, let it see that for his sake of saving people, he would make way first.

The tiger looked at him, roared at him, and then squatted down.

Pinghu's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at this young tiger in a daze, could it be that his name is Pinghu, so he really flattened this tiger? Was it going to carry him?

When the newly grown tiger saw him in a daze, he roared impatiently twice, as if urging. Pinghu thought of Su Yuqing, who was waiting for rescue in Pingjia Village, gritted his teeth violently, walked to him in two steps, and saw that the tiger did not move, he held back the fear in his heart, grabbed the beautiful fur on its neck, and saw that it still did not move, so he stepped on its back.

When the tiger saw that he was seated, he stood up, roared, and galloped away in the direction of the border like a storm, and the speed was not inferior to that of the Flame Dragon.

This night, the only remaining Thousand Raid Pavilion killers were all red-eyed, although their body skills had slowed down, although their swords had been dull and rusty, and their bodies had been scarred, they still held on to their last breath and fought hard to kill the enemy!

The sky was bright, and the night was spent in this bloody and desperate fight.

And Su Yuqing also insisted on stroking the piano all night.

When the first rays of the morning sun hit this otherwise peaceful village, it was a hellish sight and a deathly silence that one would never dare to look at directly.

In the distance, there are continuous white snow-capped mountains, so holy that they seem to be out of the world. Beneath the snow-covered mountains, the peaceful village was covered with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses that smelled of blood.

In the peaceful village, there is a burst of death and silence.

There were still crystal snow drops floating in the sky, without a trace of wind, and the snow slowly fell straight down, like the white flags under the sacrifice of the heavens, compassionately comforting the dead souls, covering all the tragedy. In the silence, hide the anger, hide everything that has happened, until as far as the eye can see, it becomes pure white again.