This is an official road, flat, wide, from east to west, tracing the Daxin River, zigzag south.

It was a bloody road, full of murderous opportunities, with swords flying up and down everywhere, and stumps, broken bones, and broken weapons covering the ground.

It's like a road with no end in sight......

Qi Lang couldn't remember how far he had walked. All he knew was that he had been walking, and the rice had not been eaten or wet. Time has passed for about three days and three nights, but that is only an estimate, because if anyone also walks in the blood-colored eyes, and wields his sword thousands of times in the dark of battle, everyone will be like him, and forget the time and direction in exhaustion.

But he still remembered the crystal coffin on his shoulder. I still remember the woman sleeping in the coffin. Remember the bits and pieces of your youth......

"Don't think you're any different from those children," said the woman sternly, "and Mother wants you to stay here for three months, and wants you to see how the children of poor families live." Here, your name is Xiaocai, because you need to start as a rookie and grow up little by little until you become a great king. ”

He was five years old at the time. God knows how much he misses the rockery in the palace wall, how much he misses the treasure cave behind the rockery, and how much he misses the frustrated expressions that those ladies pretend to have when they can't find him.

"But mother, those children are happier than I am!" he said weakly, "because they see their mother every day." ”

But she went anyway, as if the world could not leave her for a moment, and her children could......

Pushing aside the three spears that had pierced them, the short sword was swung out, and four or five corpses fell!

Owu cursed loudly in front of the left, splitting a Humpty Dumpty in half. That's the six hundred and thirty-two people he killed, if the count in his mouth is correct. His body was covered in blood, most of which should have belonged to the enemy, but the flush that kept pouring out of his left abdomen should have belonged to the Gondwana descendant.

Ouwu's wheezing was heavy, and in Qi Lang's memory, such exhaustion never seemed to come to the stout man's head, even when he was repairing the house for the old Harry's family, he had carried nearly ten tons of logs by himself, and he had never breathed like that.

A corner appeared in the road ahead, and at that corner, swords flashed and a crowd surged. Qi Lang seemed to see a familiar figure there......

It was when he was six years old and he boarded for half a year in the village of Antlers on the southeast coast. It was the same corner of the dirt road at the edge of the village, and he was looking forward to it. Finally, the figure of a woman appeared there in the dust.

"Mom!" he jumped to his feet, shouting and rushing over. He ran so fast that none of the friends behind him could catch up with him, because he had waited too long and wanted to jump into his mother's arms at the first time.

But he was disappointed again. It was just a strange passer-by, who glanced at him in surprise and hurried by.

"What are you shouting?" asked the bare-bottomed bare-ass, panting behind him.

Secretly wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he forced himself to turn his head and smile and said, "Come, let's continue the race and see who runs the fastest!"

He ran up, against the sea breeze, and ran as fast as he could, because then the tears that kept rushing out were the easiest to be dried......

The giant scythe slashed down diagonally, followed by two darts soaked in poisonous juice, and the horizontal sword slashed, stabbing up, and three corpses fell!

The frequency of Gulf's firing in the front right was accelerating, and the flying Phantom Arrow had just killed five hundred and ninety-five men, and if the number of enemies could not be further increased, he would eventually lose twenty Syrs. That's a lot of money, enough money for old Harry to buy a compound in Shach. So Hukin, who was collecting arrows, was a little out of supply, and he was so anxious that he even pulled out the seven arrows inserted in his left and right arms, omitting even the necessary steps to stop the bleeding.

The scene before me was blurred again. Qi Lang seems to have returned to the time he was seven years old.

It was at a farmer's table, and she was there, smiling as he flipped his chopsticks.

"Don't gobble it up like that, look at you, it's eaten in the face. She said in disgust, reaching out and taking a lump of rice from his cheek and sending it back to her mouth.

"Ah, Mom, you pick up my rice!" he said with a grin, "I forgot to tell you that I didn't wash my face, and it was dirty." ”

She smiled and pressed his nose: "You know it's dirty, you look like a mud monkey all day, but you've become a wild child." ”

"Who can blame that?" he resisted unconvinced, "Who let me have a mother, and I don't care." ”

Her eyes dimmed, and she froze there. And he felt very happy in his heart, because he had finally found a chance to take revenge on her.

But that night, she gave him a bath, very carefully and thoroughly, and I don't know what method she used, even the thick chapped on the back of her hand, she could wash it off. Even though it hurt terribly, he was still very happy, indescribably happy......

A barrage of arrows flew over, and the dagger only pulled out a few of the branches that were deflected towards the crystal coffin, and still two of them hit the right leg and chest.

An exclamation came from behind him. It was Joanna's voice. She was already a little overwhelmed, and although Iglo didn't need anyone to greet her, she consciously stayed by her side, using the strong combat power of her minions and the beast bronze pets to take care of the safety around her, but most of the time, she still rushed too recklessly.

Qi Lang remembered clearly that Joanna had cleared the arrows flying from the back of her head five or six times, but this time she finally couldn't take care of it, because she was exhausted, and her snow-white robe was half dyed bright red. But she was still gritting her teeth, and she didn't even snort at her injuries other than the occasional roar that erupted when she slashed with her sword. Her eyes widened wide and round, as if to make the bloody scene more realistic, and of course, in fact, her main purpose in doing so was to make the surroundings of her fake boyfriend more realistic.

He finally returned to the palace walls after a long absence, and for some reason, the intermittent swordsmanship training began to become a daily compulsory lesson. He was very tired, bruised and purple by the hard, cold wooden dummies, and almost every day or two, he would hide under the covers and cry.

He felt very wronged, not because the exertion was beyond his capacity, but because he felt that the woman did not look at the hardships he had paid. Still, she saw it, and that night, when he was sobbing in the silk quilt covered with brocade, she came softly to the bed. But she didn't say anything, just tucked the corners of the quilt, sat for a while, and then turned and left.

It was the last time he saw her, and even though it was just a back with teary eyes, he remembered how relieved he felt in his heart. Her love was always there, and although it didn't seem so obvious to him, it was always there......

The heavy mace came up, and the short sword was almost shaken out of his hand by the great force, but it was an extremely sharp sword of faith, sharp enough to cut the iron lump ten centimeters in diameter in half, but the half of the hammer head that swept through the air still made the forehead bleeding.

"Fuck your mother!" Dong Hong's scolding sounded. He dashed out of the group again, smashing the sneak attacker's helmet with that steel sword. He staggered, apparently exhausted, but without Leo's help, he had already killed a hundred and ten of his opponents. As the youngest and weakest member of the group, Dong Hong's bravery has never been inferior to anyone. He did not insult the door style, did not insult his father's reputation as the first warrior of the Zong Hao Kingdom.

But he's probably going to die here. The sword wound that slashed diagonally across his chest was deep enough to see the bone, and if he hadn't ripped open his robe and wrapped it around his slightly thin body, his heart would have jumped out of the wound.

This should have been an extremely secretive operation, unknown and easy, just like those high-ranking officials and nobles loved to do in their leisure time, no one would be hurt, and there would not be such a bloody and cruel scene in front of them. But because of the appearance of the crystal coffin, the operation eventually turned into a killing.

The attacking team followed one wave after another, like an inexhaustible mosquito, waiting for the best opportunity, and if they were not careful, they would have some more blood marks on their bodies.

But their eyes began to get complicated.

That should be a rare change, because it means that they are starting to think about it, in addition to the fear that that natural reactions can appear in their heads. Judging by the faces under the hood, most of the besieging enemies were natives, and their brains had been ineffective for a long time, but at this moment, they had regained their instinct to think from that terrible boy covered in blood, which could be called a lucky thing.

They probably recognized that the young man standing strong under the crystal coffin was the son of the beloved former queen, the little prince of the Zonghao Kingdom who had been missing for seven or eight years. As a result, they began to wonder if the hunt was just, whether this whitewashed peaceful and prosperous era was real, and whether the members of the hooded team who were still wielding their swords were really the newly recruited alien bitter children, as the commander said.

A cold arrow flew right in the chest!

Blood poured out from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was completely numb—this was probably the end of the road......

Just a moment before Qi Lang's body fell, a kind voice suddenly appeared in his ears. Immediately after, the shouts of killing in the distance suddenly sounded......