It seemed that the dust stepped forward to stop her, and Kiko walked very fast, and entered the mass grave in a few steps.

In the accumulation of corpses, it is difficult for Xizi to find a place to put his feet, Cang Luochen is a little puzzled, Min Taishou said that this mass grave was burned by his order, and then this mass grave was not used again, but why are there so many corpses here that have not been burned?

The more Cang Luochen thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and even though he wanted to call Xizi back, but before the words came out, he saw that Xizi had already used his long sword to remove the smoking dry corpse, and then there were a few muffled sounds in an instant.

I only heard Kiko's "ah" and didn't shout, so there was no sound.

Cang Luochen's hand that wanted to stop it was forced to stop in mid-air......

Kiko fell into the pile of dried corpses with a "bump" of several arrows in her body.

Cang Luochen instinctively retreated a few steps in a row, standing on the edge of the mass grave, looking at Xizi's corpse with a dark gaze.

If it weren't for Xizi coming with him on his own today, if he hadn't insisted on taking Cang Luochen's place to check the white smoke under the dry corpse, it would be her Cang Luochen's corpse lying in the dry corpse at this moment.

After Kiko's screams, there was a dead silence all around, and there was no sound, and the white smoke under the dried corpse was still slowly emitting through the cracks in the pile of dried corpses.

Fang Cai Cang Luochen always felt that this smell was a little familiar, but she couldn't remember what it was, and at this moment, her mind was clear, it was the smell of sulfur dioxide.

Looking at Xizi's corpse, Cang Luochen's face was not angry, but calm and terrifying. Her eyes were as deep as a cold pool, the green tendons of her hand holding the long sword were fully displayed, and her thin lips were slightly pale and pursed.

Walking forward, ignoring the scattered corpses, let alone the white smoke rising from under the corpses, he slowly closed Kiko's eyes, pulled out the arrow, and carried Kiko's body out of the mass grave and placed it on the horse he was riding when he came.

When they came, they were two people, but when they returned, they were a man and a corpse. Kiko's undried blood dripped down the horse's back, as gorgeous and enchanting as a mandala blooming on the Yellow Spring Road.

Cang Luochen's mind kept recalling the scene where Xizi insisted on stopping him, and the scene where he stepped forward, as well as everything that Xizi had been by his side all these years, without asking for anything in return, but doing his best for himself.

There is also standing by the fire under the scorching sun on the road, just to make himself the cleanest bowl of mung bean soup.

His smiling face was still so vivid, and an hour ago he was timidly asking himself, "Childe, if there is really a drought, I don't know what it looks like." ”

But where is there any drought in this world, and even if there is, what is there to be afraid of? Because the most terrible thing has always been the human heart.

The hand holding the reins trembled slightly, Cang Luochen didn't have seen his friend and brother die in front of his eyes, but this time was different.

It's not a battlefield, and this shouldn't have happened here.

But......

The battle situation can be strategized, but people's hearts cannot be estimated.

Cang Luochen suddenly had a sneer on the corner of her lips, she really overestimated herself, she thought she was too much.

thought that she would be able to restore peace after leaving the capital, but where would those who were hiding in the shadows let her go so easily.

set up such a big game, and even the emperor and Prince Rui also calculated it together, just to ask for her Cangluochen's name?

Cang Luochen wants to thank the manipulator behind this game, because he really thinks too highly of himself!

[Whenever I write that it is not so smooth, I see the encouragement of my relatives' messages, as well as the rewards and recommendation votes that I silently voted, and I feel that I have the motivation to continue to write well. Thanksgiving】