In the bloody light, his eyes never strayed from the person under the horse. She was leaning on the horse, looking up at him, like an elk that had fallen into a trap. Her antlers had been stripped off and she was covered in scars. Her eyes met his. , her eyes were so bright, she even flashed a smile. This smile instantly brightened up her pale and confused face.
That was the expression he had when he was seventeen years old, pure and full of sadness, looking up at the entanglements of this life, as if his destiny in this life was to repay her old debt.
I owe her something.
Thanks to fate, because I owe her, I keep making up for it.
She still smiled and stretched out her hands to wipe her dirty face. It was not only blood but sweat that stuck to her hands and was wet. Her eyes were still moving, searching for the warriors who followed her. She was alive, and there were still seven or eight people alive in the chaos. They fled with the mysterious Doudun people, but they were unwilling to give in and were desperately searching for her whereabouts.
"them… "
"They can't die."
She felt relieved and extremely relieved that she was not dead at last. Even if Qin Hui was not dead, it would not be so unbearable. The bright look in her eyes slowly disappeared bit by bit, like the afterglow of the setting sun. When it reaches its most beautiful moment, its prosperity will inevitably decline. From then on, there will be boundless darkness.
He remembered an ancient legend about Kuafu chasing the sun. One year, there was a severe drought. The fiery sun scorched the crops on the ground and dried up the water in the river. People felt uncomfortable with the heat and were on the verge of death. They were all angry and cursed, but they were helpless. Kuafu was a man of action and vowed to catch the sun and stop it from doing evil. He took big steps from the edge of the East China Sea and started his daily journey. The sun rotated rapidly in the sky, boasting Kuafu chased his father on the ground like the wind. Kuafu crossed mountains and crossed large rivers. However, the closer he got to the sun, the stronger the sunlight. Kuafu felt more and more anxious and unbearable. He felt that all the energy in his body was All the water was evaporated. He drank up the water from the Yellow River and the Weihe River, but his thirst was still not quenched. So he planned to go north to drink water from Daze. However, Kuafu was really He was too tired and thirsty. When he walked halfway, his body could no longer support him and he slowly fell down.
Until his death, Kuafu never caught the sun.
People laughed at his madness and his overestimation of his abilities, because "smart people" endured it and would not resist even if they died. He was the only one who sacrificed his life in vain. Because he did not He is used to "accepting things". King Qin lives on the sea and faces the scorching sun every day. He can't remember whether this story was told to him by his grandfather or Uncle Yang. But it is imprinted in his heart and he thinks that one day, maybe, I will catch the sun and beat it to make it stop being so hot.
He looked at the smile of the person in front of him. It was bright, charming, dim, and sad, as if Kuafu was about to fall. If there really was a Kuafu in this world, because of this, the evildoers would be slightly afraid.
Full of tenderness welled up in his heart, the setting sun melted gold, the ends of the world, he was on the battlefield in a foreign country, his heart was ups and downs, he wanted to rush up to her and hold her gently.
"Girl, girl... There is a box on Luoxia Island. It is full of new clothes. You will look good in it... And the green clothes... Do you remember? The green shirt..." He didn't know why, but he actually said this. in one word.
The flying sword in her hand did not fit in with the words "green clothes" at all. However, she heard it, completely heard it.
"Girl, when I was injured last time, you told me that as long as I survive, you will listen to me, and you will listen to me in everything from now on, right?"
She smiled and glanced into the distance.
"Girl, you promised me, do you still want to keep it?"
He waved his sword and insisted, insisting on a result, but she did not answer. Along the way, there would have been divine help, Peng Ju's protection, and the mysterious man and King Qin's desperate rescue. However, these have all been used up, and in the end .
The word "hatred" means that he is at the end of his rope and has spent his last drop of blood. Perhaps, the spirit in the sky will also blame him. According to his original wish, he wants to live well, live in seclusion, and live a peaceful life with his son. But , I will disappoint him again.
A dead soldier quietly approached Hua Rong. He used a strange hook and sharp claws. If he nailed it into a person's chest, the heart and lungs would roll out. With this unique skill, he traveled all over the country to recruit Qin Hui, but he did not know how much opposition there was. Qin Hui's dissident was assassinated by him under this iron hook, so that all the officials were silent. For a while, they only knew that Qin Hui did not know Zhao Deji. In the past two years, Zhao Deji had a subtle fear of Qin Hui for no reason, and his civil and military seriousness Qin Hui covered the sky with one hand, and even he developed a kind of fear. These are all closely related to the dead soldiers Qin Hui raised in secret. This dead soldier was known as the "God of Killing" and was Qin Hui's favorite. His right-hand man, Qin Hui, who was accompanying him this time, was ordered to kill Hua Rong no matter what.
Hua Rong in front of her still had her eyes wide open, but she was in a daze, as if she was unaware of his sneak attack. The iron hook was close to her chest, and she still couldn't raise her hands to resist the cold breath.
The two were face to face, and she looked at the killer's face with her eyes wide open. It was an ordinary person's face, plain and indifferent, the kind of person she could not remember after seeing him for a long time. Only this kind of person can It is the first-class material for a killer. Hua Rong's hand slowly squirmed. Even if her strength was exhausted, she would never be willing to just surrender and die. The last bit of strength in her body was gathered, she concentrated on it, and prayed in a low voice: " Pengju, bless me, bless me..."
Silently, the dead man exerted his strength, and she raised her hand. The knife had been blunted and broken. There was no method, and it was not what she was good at. At this moment, she was not even as good as an ordinary embroidery woman, let alone No longer lethal.
The dead man was overjoyed to have succeeded. He wielded a big sword with the energy of thunder. When the hood was lifted, half of his head flew out before he even had time to grunt. After a while, a stream of white brain matter spattered out and landed on Black Moonlight's black mane. Below, one white and one black, forming a strange contrast.
The two dead soldiers next to him were stunned. After a moment of hesitation, the magic knife had already flown to their chests. Almost in the blink of an eye, a body flew out. It was not until the impact was a foot away that the half of the body fell. , alive, split in two, even the organs in the belly were split into two cleanly, and they rolled out of the ground when they fell down. They were trampled indiscriminately by the scattered horse hooves, turning into a pool of bloody mud...
The King of Qin had been licking blood for half of his life. He had a clear idea of who was a dead soldier and left no room for action. In a fierce sprint, he actually killed seven or eight people around him.
Both the Song and Jin armies were shocked by this horrific massacre. For a moment, no one dared to surround them anymore and only retreated step by step.
Hua Rong still leaned against the black moonlight, and drops of blood and sweat dripped on her hair, making a ticking sound. She looked at his charge with a little smile in her lazy eyes.
Ah, it's so good, I'm still alive, I'm still alive, it's so good.
King Qin had already rushed over. He stretched out his hand and pulled her onto the horse. She softened and fell into his arms. It was a familiar feeling, with a gentle and warm aura of roughness and fierceness. The breath he was used to. She was too tired, and it was good to have someone to rely on. For a moment, she closed her eyes, lazily, forgetting that this was a battlefield, and it seemed like the sunset on Luoxia Island, the soft sand, Flocks of seabirds, little tiger heads rolling over turtles, kept shouting "Mom, mom..."
With his body in his arms, King Qin almost cheered even in such a critical situation.
Finally, there is today.
Several sharp weapons hit the armor on his body, making a banging sound. He protected her closely, as if he didn't know the pain. He hugged her tightly with one hand and waved a big knife with the other hand: "Damn thieves, you shameless thieves. , actually went to the land of Jin to kill Zhongliang, no wonder you will never be able to defeat the Jin army in your life... If I don't kill you all today, my surname will not be Qin... "
The deer-cutting knife was full of blood, and emitted a faint green light, carrying a violent aura of death. One cut after another, in the blink of an eye, seven or eight more dead soldiers and Song soldiers fell to the ground.
Behind him was a "Jin Army" with very unique equipment, about three to five hundred people, all equipped by the Wanyan Hailing Division of the Jin Army. However, each person wore a green parrot hat on their head for easy identification. These equipments were collected when he picked up the remnants of the Golden Wu Technique and killed the soldiers in yellow. They were prepared for emergencies. But unfortunately, he only received three to five hundred sets at that time, so he could not equip more. .To pass through the Jin Army's camp that was blocked at all levels, it was completely impossible to rely on savage attire. Only relying on this set of yellow armored soldiers, he was able to pass through and kill at the last and most critical moment.
When the two warring parties saw another group of "Golden Army" coming out to fight, they were completely stunned. They couldn't figure out what the hell they saw today. Why were they all fighting with the Golden Army
Xia Zha was even more angry. This team turned out to be soldiers in yellow clothes. A captain of ten thousand men also screamed: "Soldiers in yellow clothes, how can they be soldiers in yellow clothes?"
Xia Zha had already learned that the soldiers in yellow uniforms had been completely wiped out in the hands of Wanyan Hailing. He gritted his teeth and said, "These are fake soldiers in yellow uniforms. They are not real... What the hell. Go and destroy them quickly. Give them all to me." Eliminated…”
The Jin army couldn't figure out why so many of their "own men" came. They were very confused and confused. They didn't know where to attack first. They saw the leader of the "soldier in yellow". His figure was Being so tall, no matter how much he disguises himself, he can't hide his dominating aura. Xia Zha once participated in Wanyan Hailing's army, fought against King Qin once, and met him from a distance. At that time, King Qin still wore the green hat. He wore a cuckoo crown and savage costumes, but his figure was unforgettable. He was the first to react and shouted: "That guy is the King of Qin... He is the King of Qin who has fought with us for a long time..."
Even the mysterious golden general wearing a hoodie in the distance lost his voice: "It's him, King Qin is here..."