In a trance, he saw Xiao Ying with his neck. Have a rude awakening. If you don't save it at this moment. He will surely die. Hurriedly fit and pounced. Protect him before him. It doesn't matter what kind of sword and white blade. There is only Xiao Ying in her heart.

Balha's eyes were red. Raise the knife to slash the head and cover the face, and slash straight at the back of Xiao Ying's neck. He didn't hesitate to pounce on it. It's fast and unstoppable. He couldn't stop it. The blade was on her creamy white neck. There was a blood-red cut.

Balha's whole person thundered like five thunders in the sky. Frozen on the spot. Holding a bloody waist knife. Unblinking, he fell to the ground. Breath like a gossamer. After a while, Fang raised his head to the sky like a wolf and howled. Fu bowed his head again with tears in his eyes. He said to Qiqige: "I will die with you." "The right hand holds the bright waist knife behind his back. Arm strength is retracted. The tip of the knife is inserted into the chest. Bang. Fell to the ground.

It's going to come to this. No one expected it.

His character is still conscious at the moment. She watched as Balha single-handedly pierced through the chamber. Die in front of yourself. The face is blank. It's as if there is too much helplessness in this world. I can't control it. Balha and himself have been childhood sweethearts since childhood. Now he died on the spot. I can't say that I can't help but feel heartache. However, the incident was tragic. It's just like a loved one has died. Thankfully. The person he loves is still snuggling up to him. Holding his dying body.

She turned her neck and looked back. There is infinite tenderness in the eyes. Full of happiness. He said softly, "Brother Alang." You tell me. You love it. You're not as bad as they say. It was all a misunderstanding. Isn't it. ”

Xiao Ying was still sitting on the ground. Let his head rest on his lap. Tears rained down on her beautiful pale face.

He was about to speak. His breath grew shorter and shorter. He slowly reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. Bian said softly: "Brother Alang." I have a thousand words to tell you at this moment. It's a pity that there is no time. Don't open your mouth. Listen to me. ”

Xiao Ying nodded.

Qi Qige continued: "Brother Alang. It doesn't matter if you're good or bad. His son now has a love in his heart. It's finally worth it. I know you don't like it. You will shed tears for your son. His son was already satisfied...... "gradually like a mosquito and a fly." Inaudible.

Xiao Ying was about to tell her: "Everything is not what you think. But her eyes closed. When he landed, he died.

Xiao Ying was in tears. Heartbroken. Reflect on the words of his character. I thought to myself that though she loved herself. But until he died, he did not fully understand his own heart. Still can't figure out if you're good or bad. He still mistakenly thought that he had rejected the marriage. It's because I don't love her. Full of bitterness. I want to talk to her. But she never woke up. From now on. To whom to tell the pain of the heart?

He hugged his body slowly and coldly. Let the tears rain. The mind returns to all the things that have happened since the acquaintance with it. Although the piles are all stained with blood and tears. Now think about it. But it's all sweet memories. Tears and rain were hazy. Vaguely, you can see its character wandering on the grassland in the distance. sang the songs that Xiao Ying had heard several times on the way back:

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong. Too rushed. Helplessly, the cold rain and the wind came at night. Rouge tears. Keep people drunk. How heavy is it? Since people grow and hate water, they grow and ......"

The ballads of the Mongolian steppes are good. But Xiao Ying can listen but can't sing. This song was learned by her in the Central Plains not long ago. Xiao Ying listened to her sing every time. A sense of strangeness will arise in my heart. I just feel that I am so close to her. He also softly echoed the chanting.

At the moment he was immersed in grief. The present is both illusory and real. I couldn't help but hum this song. Suddenly, she slapped her face in the face. Suddenly, I realized. I heard someone next to me scolding: "Keep people drunk." Leave you a big-headed ghost. People are dead. What is left. ”

Then I heard an old and majestic voice say, "Mosantara." You two are old and disrespectful. Money obsessed with money. I heard that Xiao Ying was worth 10,000 taels of gold. I want to kill it and then I will be fast, and then I will smell that the hairpin is priceless. The evil idea of leaving someone to grab the hairpin was born. I think everyone in my tribe is that iron-clad hero. Heroes are all good. When did you do such a bad thing of forgetting your righteousness? "The one who spoke was none other than Batutuuri. Tara as he spoke. It was the fat old man.

Hearing this, Xiao Ying slowly turned his head and followed the prestige. Seeing Mosantara, one thin and one fat, the two old men were both bound. Get on your knees. Down at the mouth.

The fragrance of its character is gone. He was devastated. I don't know who rescued Batutuuri. When will it come. And when was Mosantara captured and bound?

Listened to what Batututuli said. The crowd was sensational. All of them are in good spirits. Everyone feels that they are indeed heroes. A righteous face. Standing tall.

At this time it was proposed. Kill Xiao Ying immediately. Avenging the death of our compatriots.

Batutuli said something about it. Stabilize people's emotions. Tears were in the air. Look at Qi Qiqi who died in Xiao Ying's arms. The whole body trembles. Whimper. I didn't think about it. Yesterday, I was still jubilant around my knees, and the beautiful and touching little granddaughter of Jiaoyan Niyu. At this time, he was already separated from his own yin and yang. There is never a time to meet.

A moment of pain. but he was afraid to come near. Take a look at the granddaughter.

Xiao Ying gently stroked his jet-black hair. Pick up a wisp carefully. Pick up a steel knife underground.

The crowd only said that he wanted to see him short. But he saw him cut off a few strands of hair on his head with a knife. Sink into your arms.

The evening breeze is light. The vast prairie was dead silent.

His body was buried in the twilight. Darkness is coming. Only the star lantern in front of the mound is lit with light. One old and one young at the lamp. He sat silent.

It's the beginning of a new day. Batutuuri dragged his heavy steps. I went for a long time. He led two camels and slowly returned. The camels are old and young. It looks like a mother and son.

I saw Batu Tuuri leading two camels to his grave. Draw out the waist knife. The back of the knife is facing downwards, and the edge of the knife is facing upwards. Shoulder it. The short man bowed his head and jerked under the baby camel.

There was a soft thud. The little camel whined. Blood spurted from under the neck. Fell to the ground and died.

Seeing this, the old camel raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar. Naruto lowered his head. Lick the baby camel with his tongue incessantly. I was so sad that I shed tears.

Xiao Ying was surprised. Secretly: "Animals are still so affectionate. How much more about people. But I don't know why Batutuuri is like this. ”

Batutu's brow was sunken. His eyes were bloodshot. Throw the bloody waist knife aside. sat down beside Xiao Ying. The voice said desolately: "We Mongolians. Generations have lived a nomadic life. Residence and travel are uncertain. This vast savannah. Where to once lived. It's not easy to find. What's more, his son's little graveyard ......" said that it was old tears again.

At that time, Mongolian funerals were extremely simple. Except for the rite of sacrifice. Almost nothing. To avoid the capture of jackals, tigers and leopards. There are no mounds in the cemetery. Only the burial is level with the ground. Hammered solid. Then pseudo to turf. That's it.

Batu Tuoli said: "This time next year. His son's grave must have been covered with grass. So I took the old camel and searched for it. Where it mourns and weeps. This is his son's graveyard. He wiped away a handful of old tears. Choked up, he said, "Then it will sacrifice its children." I sacrifice my son......" The words were not finished. I couldn't cry anymore.

Xiao Ying was waiting to comfort him. I didn't feel it, and I cried like rain. How could his own pain be less than that of Batu Tuuri.

I grieve in my heart. I heard a gentle and sentimental singing voice drifting from afar:

"A new song, a glass of wine. Last year's weather old pavilion. When does the sun set? Helplessly, the flowers fell. Déjà vu Yan returns. The small garden incense path wanders alone......"

Xiao Yingchi looked into the distance. I saw a woman standing on the grass in front of me. The placket is windy. Dedusting of the body. If the swans stand. Like a fairy descending to earth. I was surprised: "On the vast grassland." How could there be such a fairy-like woman? It's not like that. He immediately got up and chased closer. Want to find out.

The woman's clothes were fluttering. Ring clink. Unfold the light work. It flew farther and farther as if it were a foot.

Xiao Ying has not recovered from his serious injuries. Chase out a paragraph. Already out of breath. Where to catch up. Suddenly, there was a red spot on the grass in front of me. Look closer. But it is a flower the size of a bowl, red as blood. Pick it up and smell it. The flowers are still fragrant. But the woman was far away. The goose yellow dress becomes a little bit. Fade into the sky.

Its name has long been resounding throughout the grassland. Its beauty and kindness. It has become a good story in the hearts of herders. This miracle spread in the Mongolian steppes. People associate the beautiful woman flowers that Xiao Ying saw. It became his character, and his soul returned to heaven after death. But her love affair with Xiao Ying is not broken. Enter the mortal world and meet him for a while. Leave an unknown flower on the savannah. People feel that her beauty brings life to the prairie. So she named the flower she left behind "Qiqige".

Since then. The Mongols refer to all flowers as "their character".

Xiao Ying vaguely felt. The woman was not what she was. It's someone else. But he thought to himself, "Even if it's not his character." Why not leave the world with a beautiful vision and hope. So he never said anything about it.

Xiao Ying Batu Tu Li guarded his grave day and night. Before I knew it, four days had passed.

Although Xiao Ying's injuries were treated day and night. Unfortunately, the injury was too serious. and because of the grief of his heart. Inability to concentrate. It was an extremely slow recovery. Four days and nights recovered less than 10%.

Thousands of people in the Central Plains martial arts were hijacked, the master and all the brothers and sisters were separated, and they had not met Li Feiyan's predecessors for many years. All kinds of big things are waiting to be done by yourself. But I feel that my heart is more than enough but my strength is insufficient. He has less than a year to live. Everything is in trouble. The mind is in turmoil. I can't calm down. Restore martial arts.

This night. Batu Tuoli said: "Little brother Xiao." Our village will leave for another place tomorrow. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has yin and yang. All this is happening in the steppe. You don't have to worry about it. You have this heart for your son. Lao Er is already satisfied. Let's say goodbye. I think it's a ...... see each other indefinitely."

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