Around the campfire, there was a man sitting timidly, holding a water bladder, looking in a trance, and seemed to be a little frightened.

"Yang Xiaoqiang, how did you end up in such a field?"

Xu Lun first asked Wu Lizhong for some plasters and distributed them to everyone, so he sat down, stroked the man's shoulder, and asked.

"I'm ashamed to say that. ”

Yang Xiaoqiang took a small sip and coughed lightly.

"I was going forward with many junior brothers and sisters, and I happened to hear that Senior Brother Wang Bo was in the west, so I went west, wanting to take refuge. Who knew that when I met those three people halfway, I couldn't cultivate to a third-stage knight, so I was so embarrassed. ”

"Brother Wang Bo?"

Xu Lun was stunned and asked:

"Is that true?"

"Hmm. ”

Yang Xiaoqiang replied lightly, and the moon shadow was lonely. After a short time, all the people set up camp on the spot and went to rest in the cowhide tents.

The wound in his lower abdomen was still a little painful, and Xiao You was lying on his side, holding Bizhu in his arms as usual, and this life in the ice field made his alertness improve a lot unconsciously.

The previous battle scene came to mind, and I couldn't help but feel a little upset. What if Brother Xu Lun is not there? Xiao You thought and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

If he fails to block He Shan, then He Shan will definitely be able to support Zhao Qiu, and he will definitely be defeated.

If that's the case, then I don't even know where I died...

Muttering to himself, Xiao You woke up Bizhujun in his consciousness.

"What's going on in the middle of the night... ”

Bi Zhujun's voice was a little lazy, yawning, and asked angrily.

"Bizhu-kun, I want to improve my strength. ”

Xiao You said earnestly.

"You're too weak to control my power. ”

Bizhujun glanced at Xiao You, bit his nails, and added:

"And cultivating with peace of mind is the right way, mine is not yours after all, and indulging in my power is not good for you. ”

"Uh... That one... Bizhu-kun,Aren't we one?。。。 ”

Xiao You couldn't help but be a little speechless, and Bi Zhujun said these two sentences directly:

"So why don't I get drunk on your power ... ”

Hearing this, Bi Zhujun was also thoughtful:

"It seems to be... ”

"Anyway, you don't use my power to do things I don't like... ”

"It's annoying, I'm sleepy... ”

"Then, Bizhu-kun, what don't you like?"

Xiao You asked a little stubbornly.

"You... ”

Bi Zhujun waved his sleeves a little angrily:

"I don't like to kill. ”

"Ahh ”

Hearing this, Xiao You was very surprised, Bizhujun was ruthless and decisive on the battlefield, but at this time he said that he didn't like to kill.

"I only kill those who deserve to be killed, and I hate to kill innocents indiscriminately. ”

Bi Zhujun said, his eyes were hazy with tears, and his head was buried in his robe.

"Why are you crying... ”

Xiao You was about to step forward, but was pushed away.

"Why are you so annoying today!"

"Go away, go away, go away... ”

"Don't disturb the bed... ”

Bi Zhujun's eyes were a little red, he flicked his sleeves, and was about to leave, but he found that he had been held by Xiao You's hand.

"Bizhu-kun, I once swore that I would never abandon you, what's wrong with you... Tell me and I can help you share it ... ”

Bi Zhujun was a little moved, snorted lightly, and sat down slowly, his voice sad and resentful:

"In 356, about five hundred years ago ... ”

"At that time, I was still a bamboo, I grew it for more than 100 years, and the bamboo will gradually become toxic as I get older, and eventually turn into a black bamboo like me... ”

"I grew up in the mountains, and there was a family of hunters nearby. At that time, I was just starting to enlighten my mind, and Orion's youngest son seemed to be called Wang Er, or something like that, and I probably forgot it... ”

"He and his brother often come to my place to play with me, and in their eyes I am probably a talking bamboo... ”

"It was a really happy time... ”

Bizhu's cheeks slightly glowed with happiness.

"Later one day, Wang Er's brother seemed to have fallen off the cliff while collecting medicine and was shattered... ”

"Since then, he has often come to me alone, sitting on my branches, watching the afternoon sun set little by little, until it is gone... ”

"I think if we are there for each other, we will no longer be lonely... ”

"When Wang Er grew up, he inherited his father's profession and hunted in this mountain. Later, he married a girl named Honghua, and he had to support his mother, and life was also difficult... ”

So he had little time to come and talk to me... ”

"Occasionally the safflower will come to me to mend the clothes, and the girl is quietly, very beautiful... ”

"As the years passed, the years passed quietly, and he had children, and the family visited me from time to time... ”

"That day was destined to be dark, and I watched as a group of soldiers passing by on the march broke into Wang Er's house. When the sun went down and he returned with a few hares, I could only tell him weakly that they were all gone... ”

"Even the house was burned to the ground. He couldn't do anything but be hysterical, and I was just a talking bamboo, and I couldn't do anything. After hastily burying the remains of his family, Wang Er was completely decadent, eating some wild vegetables every day to survive, and I used my branches and leaves to build a shed for him... ”

One day, Wang Er pulled out a large piece of metal from the ruins, which he said was interest, a priceless treasure left by his great-grandfather. I also showed me a book of knife casting... ”

"He begged me to forge me into a long knife according to the forged sword, and then he would go and take revenge... ”

"I agreed without thinking, and it took nine days, and he didn't sleep until he finally cast me... ”

"I was nowhere near what I am now, and the casting technique was very clumsy, and I was only barely fused with the interest... ”

"And when the knife was made, I also realized that the poison that I never paid attention to on weekdays was so strong. ”

Bi Zhujun paused for a moment, hugged his head and said:

"The barracks that day was a living hell... ”

"Almost all of them died in disbelief at the hands of a hunter who only had three levels of squire cultivation... ”

"I can't describe the sight, rivers of blood, corpses strewn all over the field, dark green floating around, the air is eerie and terrifying... ”

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