Before King Luo Kang could bring back the head for Hu Qianjun, the courtyard guards and swordsmen were defeated first.

Zhuang Huyuan dragged an injured arm and ran to the side of the carriage: "The prince forgives the sin, the subordinates really can't stand it." ”

Luo Guhe had already heard a series of noises outside, and he couldn't help jumping out of the car at this time.

But the scene in front of her made her stunned on the spot.

King Lokang held his daughter in his arms, and he was not afraid of death.

But he can't die here, he can't die at this time, he can't die in a blur before things are figured out.

After all, the little girl is the daughter of Jiangmen, and it didn't take long for her to return to normal, and this ability to adjust and adapt is transmitted to her blood.

King Luo Kang looked regretfully in the direction of the small hillside, and the man in black turned around and killed the hillside again after breaking up the swordsmen.

The swordsman and the courtyard were withdrawn, but Hu Qianjun and those dead soldiers are really going to become dead soldiers today.

King Lokang hesitated for a moment.

"Lose everything you can lose, retreat lightly!" said King Lokon and got into the carriage without looking back.

Dugu Yuanchen was still looking at the direction of the small hill stupidly, and he was abandoned like this?

"Young man, why don't you get on the horse yet?" King Luo Kang pulled the curtain, and the little girl also stuck her head out to look at the swordsman brother.

Dugu Yuanchen did not speak, nor did he move his steps.

King Lokang knew what he was thinking: "Young man, remember that only those who survive are qualified to grieve over these things. ”

"I think you're right, but I've decided to stay and fight the enemy with them, so you can go further. ”

The little girl tilted her head, she still didn't understand why he did it.

But at this moment, she seems to feel a ball of heat in her heart, this is the charm of the rivers and lakes?

Lao Liang groped up: "You really don't want to go, why don't you stay with you?"

Dugu Yuanchen smiled, he knew the weight of his words.

To stay with you means, to stay with you to die.

For they knew that there was no living mouth in the presence of the group of men in black and the veiled woman.

Dugu Yuanchen patted the shoulders of the four of them: "Don't worry, can't I run for my life?" It's just Lao Liang, don't forget what I told you." ”

After everyone was gone, the white horse came to Dugu Yuanchen's side, put his neck on his shoulder and rubbed it.

The wind is up, the wind is cold.

Dugu Yuanchen lifted a brand-new long knife, which was handed to him by Ah Shui when he left.

"Driving the ......" Dugu Yuanchen gently slapped the horse's buttocks with the blade of the knife, and ran towards the hillside against the oncoming cold wind.

The horse whirred with white heat, and its hooves stamped on the ground so vigorously that it could run as fast as the man wanted on its back.

It snowed, and the snowflakes hit Dugu Yuanchen's face, and it turned into rain after a while, "It's really a good horse!"

I don't know how long it took, Dugu Yuanchen felt like someone was wiping his face with a handkerchief soaked in hot water.

He opened his eyes and saw a horse's face and a tongue that had just come out.

Dugu Yuanchen staggered to his feet and hugged the neck of the white horse. If the horse hadn't been licking him with its warm tongue, he would have died: "Good horse, you saved my life!"

The snow is still falling, it's just that the wind is gone.

The people lying on the ground are all dead people, and after death, they are all the same, they are all a mess of meat.

Only the living have souls, and souls are not the same.

Dugu Yuanchen was the last person to fall, and he was originally going to chase the man in black who escaped. But I tripped over the corpse on the ground who didn't know who, and I had no strength in my body, and I fell to the ground and became sleepy, and I couldn't care if I woke up when I fell asleep.

After resting for a while, Dugu Yuanchen began to check his body and found that they were all skin injuries.

It turned out that he fell to the ground only because of physical exhaustion.

Cutting people until he was physically exhausted, it was the first time in his life.

When he regained some strength, he began to clean up the body. You can't let those girls who are in the best years of their lives lie down with these rough men.

After looking around, he couldn't find Hu Qianjun, and later picked up his upper body in the middle of a bunch of black-clothed people, and it seemed that this military ex-general was dead and dead.

He dragged a woman from under a dead horse, her bow and arrows scattered around her, and a blue dagger in her hand.

The body was still hot, and Dugu Yuanchen probed her breath, which was very faint, but it was not interrupted.

The woman's surname is the moon, and she is from the Snow Clan. The skin of the Snow Clan women is a little whiter and more tender than other women in Zhongzhou, and they are naturally hardy, but they must be in good health.

This snow should have cast a layer of desolation over this fight, but it was not the case in the eyes of the Snow Clan's maiden.

Her hometown is further north, where it's cold all year round, with grasslands, forests and snow-capped mountains that never melt.

When the sun comes out, it shines on the small pond next to her house, and occasionally a few fish pop up.

Because of the cold climate, people in their hometowns live in mud houses with thick walls and low roofs.

Her memory began at the age of thirteen, when she lived by the little pond in her life.

I remember one time when she went up the mountain alone to catch a snow hare, which was a white rabbit with so white fur that it would reflect light, and sometimes she would eat snow.

On the hill she found that she could see the whole village, but she was the only one in the whole village.

She couldn't remember her parents, and she hadn't seen them, but occasionally dreamed them at night when she fell asleep.

My father must have been a tall and straight man, the best hunter in the village, and he must have loved his mother very much, and he was the only one in his eyes.

Her mother must have been the most beautiful, gentle, and virtuous woman in the village, and she always sewed a padded jacket and cooked for her father, who was hunting.

Sometimes it was too cold, and my father would stay at home with them. He took the padded jacket that was being sewn in his mother's hand and put it down, holding his mother's hands, "How can you be so busy, take a break." ”

Sometimes my father would come late with his game, but the lights in the house would never go out, and my mother would often add some dry wood to the fire, and there would always be hot water for him in the pot next to her.

Occasionally, the father would rush in like a child, and then he would grab her mother, pull her to sit down by the fire, and with a happy face he would take a lot of chestnuts out of his pocket and put them in her hands.

The mother smiled, and was as happy as a child.

She looked at the man she loved and loved deeply, and put the chestnuts from her hands into the brazier one by one, and only the chestnuts he burned were the most delicious.

She knew that he must have taken a long detour to find the chestnuts this time, because he knew that they were her favorite food.

During the Chinese New Year, my father would always be at home for several days, sometimes chopping wood in the yard, sometimes going to the distant mountain spring to fetch water, and taking the two of them to the market to buy some things for the New Year.

At night, the family would gather around the red flames, set up a cauldron, and the whole family would huddle together.

My mother would cook a lot of delicious food, but when my father often asked for a hand, he would press my mother to the seat and work on the cauldron himself.

But his mother would often remind him that this should be cooked, that one should wait a while, this can't be put first...... In short, my father's meal was completed under the command of my mother.

After dinner, they would gather around the fire, and my father would tell jokes, which would often make my mother laugh.

At this time, everyone's faces were like gilded edges against the warm firelight.

The light of the fire in the dream was so clear and real that you could even feel the warm temperature.

Shi Yue Mengran opened her eyes and instinctively touched the dagger on her leg, but fortunately she didn't lose it.

It was a large tent, with a large charcoal fire burning in the middle, and an iron frame on which a pot of water was boiling, and there were many cooking utensils beside it, and his bow and arrows were standing aside.

The water vapor encountered low temperatures and turned into a white mist in the air and floated out from the roof of the tent, causing a fog to envelop the entire tent.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blew in the doorway, and the light of the fire swayed in the wind.

The curtain was lifted, and in came a tall young man, whose face could not be seen clearly, but the contours could be felt.

Judging from his figure, it was this man who made him fall short by swinging a knife and arrow.

Shi Yue quickly closed her eyes and continued to pretend to be asleep, but her hand was placed closest to the dagger.

Why was she in the tent, why didn't she die? She remembered that when she cut off the head of the man on horseback, she was also slashed in the back.

Did he save himself? But why would he save himself, who was clearly the king of Lokang?

She was destined to be unable to figure out this series of questions.

The man snorted and chirped as if he was humming some kind of ballad, "You come and I take a mouthful, and you take a mouthful!"

She thought that maybe it was a folk song from his hometown, or maybe he had learned it by listening to it a lot from all over the world.

The man filled the charcoal fire with a few pieces of dry firewood, and after a burst of green smoke, the fire grew louder again.

Dugu Yuanchen felt that it was a pity, such a good carriage was chopped by him to burn the fire, it was indeed a violent thing, but people can't be frozen to death!

The young man poured the water from the iron kettle into the wooden barrel beside him, and went out to dig up a large pot of snow and hung it on the fire.

Then he squatted down to the woman on the couch, "Why haven't you woken up after a day?"

Although Shi Yue's eyes were closed, she could feel the man's gaze wandering over her, and then he stretched out his hand.

Shi Yue swore that if he dared to touch a finger of himself, he would kill him.

As soon as the man touched the woman's shoulder, a blue dagger reached his throat.