Is this masked freak just ready to get serious now?

Zhu'an still looked at Wei calmly, and after he said this, he suddenly got up from the ground and rushed towards Zhu'an again, with the same movements as before, still without any weapon in his hand.

Zhu An subconsciously took out his sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed towards the smiling mask on Wei Xiao's face, but Wei Xiao didn't hide and met it directly, almost pounced.

At that moment, the sword in his hand stopped.

Weaving Dream watched as Zhu'an's sword was only half an inch away from the smiling mask, but it could be stopped, and it stopped in mid-air so strangely.

The nightmare maintained the posture of rushing over, and stopped half an inch below the sword.

Brother, what's wrong?

It looked like Zhu'an had stopped by himself, but this was not the case, and what he saw in Zhu'an's eyes was that when he pounced, he suddenly took off the mask on his face, and in just a moment, he met the eyes of the nightmare.

It was so sudden that he didn't even see Nightmare's face clearly, all he could see was the eyes.

A pair of ghostly eyes.

A pair of pitch-black pupils filled almost the entire eye socket, like a charcoal fire that had been burned out and extinguished, leaving only hollow and dry scorch marks. Just glanced at each other like this, and directly sucked in Zhu'an's consciousness.

Things around him suddenly blurred.

"Xiao'er, Xiao'er?"

Hmm, it's noisy, who's calling?

Who is Xiao'er?

Ann opened her eyes and found herself asleep on the edge of a wooden cradle.

Someone lifted the curtain and went out, and he was alarmed, and turned his head to see that the curtain of the tent was shaking, and the man had gone out. He looked around, a clean and modest tent, with not many things in it, a wooden table full of military folds, a pair of majestic armor hanging on the wall behind it, a few tall wooden shelves beside it, and a bed and a cradle in front of him.

It was a very unfamiliar environment, but it felt very familiar to him.

Where is this?

He lowered his head, and in the cradle at his hand, a little baby of more than a year old was sleeping peacefully, and his fleshy little hands were on his soft cheeks, which was particularly cute.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the baby's face.

This hand startled him, his hand was much smaller in size, and he quickly withdrew his hand and touched his face, which was only five or six years old.

How did he get to this size?

The gentle female voice that had just woken him up sounded again.

"Xiao'er, are you awake?"

Inexplicably, I wanted to respond, and when I looked back, a woman with gentle eyebrows and eyes opened the curtain and came in, wearing a plain cyan dress, and the gentleness of her body made people feel warm in her heart. She walked to the shelves with a bamboo basket in both hands, and handled it neatly

He put the basket up, and reached out and flicked the medicinal herbs inside.

Incomparably familiar movements, he followed the master to forget about what he had to do every day, drying medicinal herbs.

At this moment, a man lifted the curtain of the tent and walked in, and the cold armor brought in a murderous aura.

He was tall, with dark skin due to perennial wind and sun, a familiar long sword at his waist, and his eyebrows and eyes were not very soft, but when he looked at the woman, his eyes were so warm that he seemed to hide the tenderness of his life in his eyes.

He asked in a low voice, "What, isn't Xiao'er awake yet?"

The woman walked to the table, handed over a cup of hot tea, and said with a smile: "You're back! Sand bandits have been rampant in recent days, and I've worked hard for you." The child was noisy at night, and fell asleep during the day. ”

The man took the teacup and held it in his hand to warm his hands frozen by the night wind, laughed when he heard this, raised his head and drank the tea and put the teacup back, first carefully took off the cold armor covered with sword scratches and hung it on the shelf, patted the dust on his body, went to the basin of water and washed his hands carefully, and then walked to the cradle.

He lowered his voice as gently as he could, "Xiao'er." ”

The little baby in the cradle clicked his mouth, tilted his head and fell asleep, his eyes narrowed with a smile, and he reached out to grab the baby's little hand very gently, as if he was touching some fragile porcelain, careful and cherished gentleness, such an action was a little funny and clumsy for a great man like him, but it made Zhu'an feel sour.

When he was younger, he wished that someone would hold his hand so gently.

It turns out that he also owned.

Yes, he is Lin Xiao, this is his father Lin Jingzhi, and he forgets his sorrows with his mother.

He really wanted to pounce on them and hug them with his current body, still like a child.

But as soon as he found out, they couldn't see him at all, no matter how loudly he screamed, no matter how desperately he waved his hand in front of them, they just walked away as if nothing was there, and they couldn't see him at all.

Obviously standing in front of him, only a step apart, but it seems like the farthest distance in the world, the ends of the world.

He hadn't seen them at all, even their faces were imaginary.

Even so, he kept his eyes on their faces as closely as he could, greedily looking at them a few more times. When A-Niang called Xiao'er, he answered loudly, as if he was really answering their call.

Pity and cautiously cherish this strange gathering.

However, this warmth lasted only a moment, and a hurried trumpet sounded outside the tent.

The husband and wife looked at each other worriedly, and together they rushed out of the tent, leaving behind the sleeping baby.

As soon as he left the door of the tent, an arrow passed by his ear and pierced the tent, its tail still fluttering.

His eyes widened, a tragic sight he had never seen before.

The flames of war were raging, the sky at night was burned blood-red, the arrows in the sky were like rain, and the continuous explosion of gunpowder exploded in the ears, making people feel dizzy. Many of the soldiers who were hit by the arrows groaned in pain and fell down, but there were many more soldiers who were alive fighting back one after another.

The people on the vast land behind them are still living and working in peace and contentment, singing and dancing, but the soldiers on the front line are fighting in solitude and blood, and their voices are a little blurred in the sound of gunpowder explosions, but they are so tragic that they are tear-jerking.

He panicked to find the two familiar figures.

Where is it?

Where are they?

He didn't care about the churning of the war at his feet, and ran hard to find the arrows that were still falling.

Can you give him another look......

Another burst of gunpowder exploded in the immediate vicinity, and the sound of the explosion made his ears ring.

Fortunately, he found it!

The two men, who had been talking softly a moment ago, were now covered in blood and dust, standing side by side at the front of the line of soldiers who were still resisting stubbornly, each with a sword, surrounded by the raging flames of war.

The resolute man did not show such gentle eyes again, his expression was cold and grim, he raised the long sword in his hand and said angrily: "Soldiers, reinforcements will come soon, until then we must hold this land, this is our country, even if we can only die today, we still can't give up an inch of land!"

The soldiers shouted in response to his call, followed his footsteps without slowing down, stubbornly resisting the fierce attack of the enemy, and the battle was particularly tragic.

The obvious disparity in numbers was an impossible battle to win, but still no one thought of backing down.

But, I'm going to die!

A cloud of gunpowder fell from the sky and fell into the charging soldiers, and a large number of soldiers died in an instant, and the people around them did not squint, although their hands were stained with blood, and their bodies were wounded and arrows were inserted, but their eyes became more and more determined, and they held their weapons tightly and bravely advanced towards the enemy.

"Daddy!"

Chai An shouted hoarsely.

He ran forward frantically, and a cloud of gunpowder fell rapidly towards the two figures who had fought so hard.

He watched as the tall figure as a mountain shook and fell down in the blood.

The gentle woman beside her had long since lost her breath, and the fallen general stretched out his hand with great difficulty to grab her hand, and put it into his arms preciously.

As if sighing with sorrow and heaviness, his voice drifted through the flames of war, tear-jerking.

"That's all I have to say. ”

Zhu'an ran and fell to his knees, covering his head in pain and screaming miserably.