There were many kneeling people in the courtyard, including the people of the city, the soldiers who fought together, and the friends who came from afar. It can be seen that the popularity and prestige of the moonlit night are high. In the crowd, the white horse was dressed in plain clothes, and a small white flower was pinned to his black hair. She looked at the coffin with red eyes, and put a suit of armor that she usually wore on moonlit nights.

Listening to the steward of the Leng Mansion that when the evil dragon left, the people in the city quickly went to salvage the moonlit night, and countless boats stopped on the river, with a glimmer of hope, but there was nothing.

It wasn't until the flood waters receded that everyone found the armor on West Street. Grief enveloped the entire Yelang City, and the god of war in their hearts fell.

On the coffin was the face of the ice cube that had not changed for thousands of years on a moonlit night, and the white horse looked at it expressionlessly, stubbornly straightening up, and his thin shoulders trembled slightly.

On the way back, she kept telling herself, maybe Brother Moonnight wasn't dead? The moment she stepped into Yelang City, she realized that her Brother Moonnight was no longer there.

"Why did you leave me? "When she was four years old, her father went out and didn't come back, her mother left her and didn't know what to do, and now her brother who said he wanted to protect her for the rest of his life also left her, why?

"Why?!" Hakuba suddenly shouted, and the people around him looked over. Finally, he couldn't hold back his tears, and the white horse's straight back fell, and he fell to the ground and cried bitterly. The lobby was suddenly quiet, only the sound of the white horse sobbing, and the small white flower on his head also trembled and fell to the ground.

A white hand grasped her shoulder, and a gentle voice sounded: "And me, I won't leave you." The white horse raised his face, looking at the people on the side with tears on his face, the dead leaves were dressed in white today, different from the usual red, and there was a special tranquility in his gestures.

Feeling the hot touch on his face, Hakuba realized that he was wiping his eyes and watched him blankly finish this qiē.

"Don't worry. Girl. A bright smile appeared on Withered Leaf's face, and he gently pinched her face.

The smile was bright and bright, and the dead leaves were really warm, which gradually let the white horse out of that gray day.

One day, the sun was shining, and the white horse and the withered leaves sat on the pier by the city until the sun went down. The afterglow of the sun shines on the sparkling lake, the flashes of light are jumping, and the sails are passing by.

The white horse played with the gourd in his hand, and the wine in the gourd no longer had a trace of temperature. but he never drank a sip of wine.

"Why don't you drink this pot of wine?" Withered Leaf lay on his side on the wooden plank that stretched out of the pier platform, he held a wine bag in his hand, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his beautiful side face, I don't know if it was drunkenness or the light of the setting sun.

The movements in her hands stopped, and the white horse pinned the gourd back to her waist, which was brewed for her by her brother on a moonlit night.

"White horse, take it. The boy squatted in front of the little girl, holding an orange gourd in his hand.

The fleshy little hand took the gourd, and there was a burst of warmth in the palm. The milky voice asked, "What is this?" The white horse's immature face was full of doubts.

"It's wine. The moonlit night blinked mysteriously, picked up the wooden spoon in his hand and secretly tasted it. It's so spicy, the moonlit night twisted his eyebrows and stuck out his tongue.

Hakuba looked at him sideways, his brother's expression amused. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Is it delicious?" Bai Ma lowered his head and sniffed the gourd in his hand, the aroma of wine overflowed, Gu Lu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but was snatched away by the moonlit night.

looked at the white horse pouting with a look of grievance and tears. Moonlit Night was at a loss, and after a while he stammered, "The longer this is, the better it tastes." I'll keep it for you first, and I'll give it to you when the time comes. ”

"How long?" muttered Hakuba. Tears are about to overflow.

"For a long, long time. Moonlit Night smiled mysteriously.

For a long, long time, the white horse muttered, looking at the gourd on his waist in distraction. The wind blew the short hairs of her blue velvet skirt, and the soft light shone on her body, revealing a hazy softness.

"Roar!" a beast roared from the water in the distance, and the white horse and the withered leaves raised their heads at the same time. On the surface of the water where water and sky meet, a group of strange-looking beasts are rushing from far and near.

The beasts were of a variety of appearances, some with sharp horns on the tip of their noses, some with fat shoulders with a pair of small wings, and some like seahorses with ink spurting from their mouths.

"This is" A trace of depression flashed on the bright face of the withered leaves, the dragon was killed, and the head of the four beasts who suppressed the four beasts of the Quartet was not there, and these beasts became presumptuous in the world, and launched an unkind attack in groups.

"Kill. The white horse stood up and looked at the beasts that were raging, his gaze unwavering. Brother Moonlit Night is gone, so I'll leave these to her.

The white horse skillfully took an arrow from his back, his eyes slightly squinting at an approaching small beast with horns in front of him, aiming for the arrow.

The arrow sped off the string, with a whistling sound of breaking wind. The little beast was hit by an arrow in the abdomen, and sank to the bottom of the water with a cry of pain.

"I'll be with you. The withered leaves jumped in front of the white horse, and the wind turned into wind in his palm, and a circle of fire-colored leaves floated in his hands, circling around the red vitality. The red leaves are like butterflies, the flames are getting stronger and stronger, and the dead leaves push forward hard. The red leaves struck the running beasts one by one, burning a large number of attacking beasts, and the herd stopped advancing, and the uninjured beasts curled up at the screams of their companions.

The moves of the withered leaves are very beautiful, and they are even more amazing when paired with his fiery red gauze skirt, which makes Bai Ma can't help but take a few more looks, and at the same time, his demonic face and moves can't help but make women jealous.

"I'll leave it to you. The white horse raised his eyebrows, and the beads on his head trembled. Pointing to the group of beasts opposite, there was a look of watching the play between his eyebrows.

The beasts on the opposite side had been timidly afraid to approach, and suddenly one of the beasts who seemed to be the leader let out a fierce roar. The chaotic herd quieted down, regrouped and continued to approach.

The dead leaves stepped on the board surface, and the head shook violently, making a "squeak" sound. I saw dead leaves above the water, in the air. The wind blew his robe, like a raging flame that reflected the entire river red, and even the flowers that were blooming on the shore were eclipsed.

Seeing this, the little beast on the opposite side was even more frightened, twisting and pinching and letting out an intermittent cry of dissatisfaction, and slowly moved forward. The dead leaves once again condensed the red internal force, and smashed the fiery red leaves in his hands towards the beasts. Only this time it landed on the water in front of them, and the red ball met the water surface and made a "zizi" sound, and the water around the red ball bubbled and boiled. The temperature of the river rose suddenly, and the beasts felt the abnormality of the water temperature, and the scorching temperature scorched their skin, and they became agitated again.

The herd retreated a few meters, and finally scattered and fled away, and the water was calm again. (To be continued......)