It was late at night, and the lights of the town were extinguished one after another, but the world in the village was not completely dark.

The moon rises from the east, embedded in the sky for eternity, shining on this land day and day for ten years, and also gently sprinkled on the small four-corner building.

Although it is still dilapidated and desolate, it has been cleaned up by the girl-like Duojiao next door during the day.

She didn't sleep in the room she used to be, but slept in Yi Shaocheng's room, on the bed, maybe she wanted to find the breath of the person back then, even a little.

......

The Imperial Palace of the Dian Kingdom, that place is cold and unforgiving.

But because of this, Duo Jiao grew faster and became more mentally mature.

When she first entered the palace, she was always a father and a father, and for some reason, this always provoked Qinghai Yi, who called herself a master, and her face was extremely dark.

Once, Qinghai Yi was really angry, and he scolded fiercely: "You are the supreme princess of the Dian Kingdom, the son of fate, and the orthodox heir to the throne in the future." At best, he was an ordinary Han man, and to put it mildly, he might even be a lowly fugitive. You don't need to say more about our relationship with the Han Dynasty, but you also know what qualifications he has to be your adoptive father? At most, you are just foster care. But even I have to thank him, because of your aunt Yanzhu, the Dian Kingdom does owe him a life-saving grace. Yi Shaocheng is Yi Shaocheng, you are not allowed to say that he is your father in the future, you can't even think about it! There is only one father, and that is His Majesty the King of Dian!"

The courtyard of the deep palace is surrounded by strangers with masks, and the girl is helpless and worried and afraid all day long, but she understands that this woman is her own life-saving straw, and she must not be angry, and after a long time, she only calls the man by his name.

The moon shines from the window...... Duojiao lay on the bed tossing and turning, the words of the villager echoing in her mind during the day, she had already thought of a thousand ways to catch ghosts.

The best thing to do is to be a bait yourself and pretend to be asleep...... But since she practiced witchcraft, she has been full of energy all day, and she has forgotten what it feels like to sleep after not sleeping well for ten years.

It's a little upset that I can't fit it.

Duo Jiao left the bed and went to the window, and saw the middle of the courtyard, surrounded by a railing, and a huge banyan tree planted in the corner, which she remembered was dug out of the mountain and dragged back, because she said that there was nothing.

At this time, it was already in the middle of the sky, and the sky and the earth were bright and snow-white.

Duo Jiao couldn't help but jump from the window and landed lightly on the clearing.

She flicked her fingers, and a wave of white soul fire flew out from her fingertips and landed on the branches, and then the burned branches fell quietly.

Catching, with a flick of her hand, she pulled off all the leaves, and she used the branch as a gun.

At this moment, no matter what happens in the whole world, it has nothing to do with her, what haunting, what witchcraft, what palace, what Dian Kingdom......

When she was a child, she tried her best to get the man to teach her martial arts, but she never touched it again after leaving.

"Maybe that's why I can't remember what he looks like. Duo Jiao said this to herself, and then she held the branch in her hand and raised it, and in the courtyard, the sound of whistling sounded.

This set of dragon spear tricks, from the initial rustiness, to after practicing over and over again, many fragmentary memories are really slowly awakened because of this.

She began to soak herself in, a hint of joy on her face.

At this moment, a sharp wind hit the back of his head.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear that when the man taught her, she would suddenly go around behind her and shoot her, shouting "be careful" at the same time, so as to alert and train herself.

Then Duo Jiao dealt with it as she had been taught.

One turned around, first raised his gun to block and protect himself, then slammed down the opponent's gun, and jumped up with the strength to kick the darkness behind.

Syllable!

His feet were held by a large hand that reached out of the darkness, just as he had been held by the man.

At that time, Duo Jiao would teach Yi Shaocheng's "big snake with the stick", raised his hand and threw out the "gun" and stabbed it back. The big hand quickly let go, stepped back, and brushed her gun away.

Duo Jiao landed, raised her gun to the sky, turned around and slashed into the darkness behind her.

It's only halfway through the split, and then it stops—

"Who!" said Duo Jiao coldly.

In the moonlight, the spear flickered coldly, and in silence, it stabbed steadily and fiercely, and finally hit Duojiao's throat.

She knew that the ghost that had been entrenched in her house in the mouth of the villagers had finally appeared.

With Duo Jiao's reprimand, the spear was pushed forward again, and the killing intent that was covered with it instantly cooled her whole body through her skin, making her scalp tingle.

Smack.

The branch slipped from her hand, and Duo Jiao closed her eyes, but she didn't give up, because she wouldn't give up no matter what until she saw the man, so the fingers under her sleeve were fluttering rapidly, and a trace of soul fire was condensing.

However, at the moment when the soul fire condensed, the killing intent dissipated, and then she heard a clang.

Duo Jiao only felt that her throat was loose, and she quickly opened her eyes to see that sure enough, the gun fell to the ground. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the guns on the ground.

This shot ...... It's familiar.

Duo Jiao's face was stunned, her eyes moved up from the old mottled wooden gun, and finally landed on the gun head, and she vaguely saw a line of words on the gun head that were almost polished, but judging from this familiar brushwork, Duo Jiao recognized it at once-Yi Shaocheng.

Easy!

It's Yi Shaocheng! This is the gun he used to use back then!

For a moment, all the scenes just now flickered in her mind. This person seemed to know her next move, so she lost. That's right, this person is very familiar with her, knows that set of marksmanship, that person is-

"It's Daddy...... It's Yi Shaocheng!"

Duo Jiao's eyes were moist, her face was excited, and she hurriedly looked up and looked ahead.

The next moment, her excited face vanished, she became incredulous, she became stunned, but soon, Duo Jiao became excited again, and she opened her hand and hugged it.

......

In my memory, it was the last time I saw that man—

The man stood in front of the small four-cornered building, surrounded by ruined houses and ashes, and the wind and snow buried half of the sky and earth, like a blood-soaked but magnificent dream, in the dream, the man's body was also broken and mottled with blood. That's why he's so majestic, but he exudes an unconcealable loneliness.

It's a tragic time to think about it and still feel like you're there.

He stood in front of the wind and snow, staring at the bloodstained ground after the decisive battle, for a long time, until the whole person was about to turn into a snowman.

He was with him, although he didn't know what to do, but he knew that waiting was the only thing he had to do.

I don't know how long it took for the snow shell outside to crack.

The man shook off the snow, turned his head and lowered his shoulder, and said something to himself, although he couldn't understand it, he could understand it after a long time with it.

Probably "thank you", "look good here", "wait for me to come back" or something.

Then the man disappeared into the heavier and heavier snow, and then in the following days, he went back and forth between the small building and the riverside all day, and then after a long time, he often thought of the man and the girl, and then I don't know when people began to appear around again.

Then, Wu Ya had forgotten how to speak. There is only one tenacious belief in mind: wait!

Why wait?

I don't know, maybe I'm just ignorant and fulfill a promise at the beginning.

......

He didn't understand feelings, but at this moment, he couldn't help but hug Duojiao, and that long-lost sense of familiarity came to his heart in an instant, diluting the silence and coldness of the past ten years.

"Senior Brother Wuya, it's really your ......" Duojiao hugged Wuya tightly and cried with joy.