A tiger roar shook the earth, and everyone couldn't help but stop fighting and look at the top of the mountain. I saw a huge white tiger standing tall on the top of the snow-capped mountain, mighty and incomparable, swallowing mountains and rivers.

The white tiger roared at the crowd again, and rushed down the hillside from the top of the mountain.

The slopes of the mountains are covered with ice and snow, and they are extremely steep, and it is impossible for ordinary people to stand on them, but the white tiger is like walking on the ground, and it is accelerated by the downward trend of the hillside, like a phantom, a distance of hundreds of zhang, it seems that it only comes to the valley in a few breaths.

The legend of the white tiger has been spread in Hami and other Western Regions hundreds of years ago, so the people of Hami have long worshiped the white tiger as a god, and An Rou comes to Kunlun every year to worship the god of the white tiger is also understood by the locals. A few days ago, I suddenly saw the real white tiger at the moment of crisis, and I was immediately surprised and delighted, and I threw down my weapons one after another, bowed my head and bowed down, extremely pious.

Although the Warat people have also heard the legend of the White Tiger, they all think that it is a story made up by the people of the Western Regions, and they take it as a joke at all. Today, when I suddenly saw such a divine object, I was all stunned and at a loss.

The white tiger pounced on the Warat warriors, biting and killing back and forth like the wind, and three or five Warat warriors fell to the ground at the same time, and when they left, these warriors were all torn to pieces by the white tiger, the scene was extremely tragic, there were splashes of flesh and brains everywhere, and the sound of wailing resounded through the valley.

There were also samurai who came to their senses and took up arms to resist. But whether it is a sword or a bow and arrow, it cannot hurt the white tiger in the slightest, but only arouses the fierceness of the white tiger even more, making it even more ferocious. A centurion commanded everyone to surround the white tiger, which white tiger seemed to be able to understand people's words, did not enter the other party's encirclement at all, but forced this group of people into the Jedi, in front of everyone, the head of the hundred households was stuffed into the tiger's mouth alive, chewing heavily, scared that the legs of the group were weak, and they knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, how do you know that this white tiger seems to have not killed for a long time, and today it has moved to kill, out of control, regardless of whether the other party begs for mercy or not, no one will be spared. I saw a giant white tiger with green eyes and snow-white body shuttling back and forth in the valley, and everywhere it went, there was blood and flesh flying everywhere, wailing all over the wilderness.

It's strange to say, the white tiger seems to be very human, never to touch the Hami warriors, sometimes, one or two Hami warriors look stupid, just stand where the white tiger must pass and do not move, the white tiger actually dodge, so as not to hurt the Hami people.

After half a cup of tea, the wailing gradually subsided, and all the people of Warat were killed in the tiger's mouth, except for the accident, and the blood stained the entire valley red, and there were broken corpses, scurrying horses, and broken swords everywhere.

The Hami soldiers shouted in unison: "Tiger ??????bless Hami!"

Although An Rou was captured, when she saw that the white tiger she had been thinking about day and night really appeared in front of her eyes and saved herself at the most dangerous moment, she had mixed feelings in her heart and couldn't help but shed tears.

Tuohuan looked at this impossible artifact in disbelief, under the crazy slaughter of his own men, cold-blooded and cruel, coming and going like the wind without losing elegance and nature, the huge size did not affect its flexibility at all, sometimes the white tiger seemed to be proficient in the art of war, for the temporary formation of the Warat soldiers is not blindly beaten and killed, there seem to be many exquisite tactics mixed in, especially what makes Tuohuan feel incomprehensible is that the white tiger only kills the Warat warriors, but is indifferent to the Hami warriors, which makes him curious, but also has a glimmer of hope, since he is definitely not the opponent of the white tiger, why not take An Rou as a hostageMaybe the white tiger will let himself go because of this woman?

As soon as the idea of dejoying turned around, before he could implement it, he felt a cool air coming, and after a closer look, the white tiger had come to the front at some point, staring at him with those green eyes.

As soon as Tuohuan raised his hand, before he could touch the handle of the knife, the white tiger slapped him on the chest with a tiger palm, and Tuohuan flew out directly for five feet, fainted, and An Rou naturally left his control.

The white tiger stepped forward, looked at the unconscious Dehuan on the ground, raised his head, opened his bloody mouth, and was about to bite Tuhuan's neck.

"He can't die ??????" An Rou forgot that Baihu didn't understand human language, and actually shouted out.

But what was even more strange was that the white tiger really stopped and turned his head to look at An Rou as if he could understand. At this time, An Rou's men gathered around An Rou, and Amir, the chief of the guard, asked, "Why can't you kill him?"

Seeing that the White Tiger could really understand her words, An Rou's face glowed with excitement, and she couldn't suppress her excitement and explained to Amir, and at the same time seemed to be saying to the White Tiger: "Although this Dehuan deserves death, he is the son of Mahar, the leader of the four major tribes of Warat, and the future heir, once he is killed, Hami will have an inextricable feud with Warat." ”

Then he said softly: "I know that our warriors in Hami are not afraid of death, but Tuhuan's situation today is just his personal behavior, if we kill him because of this, although it is natural from a personal point of view, but it will put the whole Hami in danger, I, as the princess of Hami, must not bring disaster to Hami for the sake of personal likes and dislikes, so I can't kill him today." Do you understand?" At the end of her words, An Rou looked at the white tiger.

The white tiger seemed to understand An Rou's words, understood her hard work, turned around, and roared at An Rou.

The roar was different from the previous time, low and tactful, full of magnetism, and more importantly, because the acupuncture point was not unlocked, An Rou could only be supported by his subordinates to speak. However, the white tiger's low whistle seemed to imply a kind of power. This power made An Rou's meridians vibrate slightly with the rhythm of the whistling sound, although it was a little itchy, but it was indescribably comfortable, so that An Rou couldn't help but close her eyes and moan, that wonderful feeling that only she could experience?????? When I opened my eyes again, the meridians of my body were already unimpeded, and the acupoints were naturally unblocked.

An Rou looked again, only to see the white tiger lowering his head and biting off Huan's clothes, holding Tuohuan in his mouth, and walking into the distance.

An Rou suddenly understood the White Tiger's intentions, which was to take Tuohuan into the distance, in case he woke up and did evil again, or the Hami warrior couldn't help but kill Tuohuan.

An Rou enjoyed the feeling of connecting with the white tiger, and when she saw that the white tiger was about to leave, she couldn't help but shout. This sound was full of affection and sweetness, and the white tiger couldn't help but stop when he heard it, and when he looked back, he saw An Rou coming to the side of the white tiger, standing on tiptoe but only reaching the white tiger's thighs. The white tiger squatted down, lay on the ground, and put the unconscious Dehuan aside for the time being.

An Rou stepped forward, gently hugged the white tiger's neck, and put her face on the white tiger's face.

This intimate gesture shocked the white tiger, and An Rou jumped down, looking at the white tiger's green eyes with wide eyes.

Suddenly, the golden light in the white tiger's turquoise eyes flashed and disappeared, and then turned away, never looking back.

Watching the incomparably powerful figure of the white tiger gradually move away, An Rou could no longer help but fall to her knees, hiding her face and crying. This is not a tear of pain, this is a tear of happiness, because in a flash of golden light, a person's figure appeared in front of An Rou's eyes, although it was only a flash, but it was already engraved in An Rou's heart. She knew that that was what the White Tiger God looked like.

After An Rou returned to the palace in Hami City safely, she locked herself in the house without saying a word, and ordered that only food should be brought in, and no one should come in to disturb her.

An Rou's brother Anke was very happy to see his sister come back, and he came to see him in person, not wanting to hear his sister at the door with such orders, although he felt strange, but Anke has loved this sister since he was a child, and today is no exception.

The next day, Anke came to the door of Anrou after the morning court, and saw that this was still the case, although he was a little curious, and even a little unhappy, but he still respected his sister's request.

On the third day, Anke saw that An Rou still locked herself inside, so he was a little relieved, and ordered someone to gently open the door and walk in by himself.

I saw that in the center of my sister's boudoir, there was a portrait of more than one person tall, and a young man in the painting was handsome and dashing, and his spirit was flying. Some brushes and paints were placed around the portrait, and it seems that the ink has not dried, and it should have just been completed.

An Rou was not angry when she saw Anke coming, but was very happy: "Brother, I was about to go out to find you, I have finished painting here!"

Seeing that his sister was safe and sound, Anke relieved himself, looked at the portrait again, and said in surprise: "Huh, isn't this the Blue Moon?"

"Who is Blue Moon?" An Rou asked curiously when she heard her brother say this.

"If I'm not mistaken, this person should be the Marquis of Jinghai of the Ming Dynasty, named Lanyue. ”

"Brother, are you sure? How do you know him?"

"I met him five or six years ago, when he was still young, and the man in your painting had a face that was eight or nine points similar to his, but with the same temperament, and I was sure it was the same person. Anke added: "That year, I went to the grassland and met the Ming army, and its commander was Lan Yue's brother Lan Yu, who was Lan Yue, although he was only a thirteen-year-old boy, he had already joined the army with his brother, and what gave me a particularly profound impression was such a radiant temperament. It's just ??????"

"But what's the matter??????" An Rou saw that her brother was slurring and speechless, and it seemed that something bad had happened, so she hurriedly asked.

"Later, they broke the Yuan army in the fishing sea, and Lan Yue was named the Marquis of Jinghai, the so-called Jinghai is the meaning of pacifying the fishing sea, and Lan Yue was only thirteen years old that year!" Anke said with emotion as he introduced.

An Rou put her mind at ease and asked again, "What about Blue Moon now?"

Anke looked at An Rou with wide eyes and said, "Don't you know? Just at the beginning of this year, the Lan family has been executed by Zhu Yuanzhang!"

"Is Blue Moon dead?" An Rou was nervous for a while, stepped forward and held Anke's hand tightly with both hands.

"I heard that Lan Yue first escaped from Jingshi and infiltrated Jingshi again to save his family. But he was recognized and captured by Zhu Yuanzhang, and later seemed to be rescued by his friends in the rivers and lakes, and now where he is, I don't know!"

Seeing that there was no news of Lan Yue's death, An Rou breathed a sigh of relief, and said silently in her heart: "Blue Moon, Blue Moon!