Yan Xun shook his head and said, "I'll send you up first, you can find someone to save me."
Chu Qiao was taken aback, looked at Yan Xun up and down, then nodded, and said, "Okay."
After a lot of effort, when Chu Qiao saw the full moon in the sky, she just felt like a life and death battle. She lay down on the snow cave, looked down at Yan Xun who was still stuck in the cave, and shouted loudly: "You wait, I'll call someone."
Yan Xun waved his hands with a smile, "Go, go!"
The ankle was very painful, it seemed that it was twisted when she fell just now, Chu Qiao endured the pain and walked a few steps, when a thought came to her suddenly, she stopped involuntarily, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her back felt cold.
If she just turned around and left like this, given the remoteness of this wilderness, Yan Xun would undoubtedly die tonight, so would she have taken revenge? Thinking of the first day when she came here, Chu Qiao's heart beat faster and faster on the hunting grounds, the blood flowing, the sharp arrows, and the small body.
Although most of the sharp arrows that killed people that day came from the two brothers of the Zhao family, although most of Yan Shizi's arrows were stuck on evil wolves, although he was ridiculed by the brothers of Zhuge's family afterwards for the kindness of women, although he trusted him so much To himself, with a smile, he asked himself to go and go back quickly.
Chu Qiao stood on the pale wilderness, her eyes were as black as ink, and there was a sharp edge shining.
With a bang, a dead tree branch taller than a person was thrown into the snow cave, almost hitting Yan Xun's head.
Before Chu Qiao showed her head, she heard Yan Xun roar angrily, "You want to kill someone?!"
Chu Qiao rolled her eyes impatiently, "If you want to kill you, you don't need to make such a big effort, hurry up."
Yan Xun was quick and agile, climbed up, looked Chu Qiao's eyes up and down, pulled the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I thought you would let me, a wicked person, go away."
Chu Qiao gave him a cold look, "I only blame myself for not being cruel enough."
Yan Xun laughed, ran a few steps in front of her, bent slightly, and said, "Come on, as a reward for not leaving me alone, I will carry you back."
Chu Qiao looked him up and down suspiciously, "Are you willing to do such a shameful thing?"
"My son is in a good mood."
Chu Qiao stopped talking, just when Yan Xun thought she was unwilling, her back suddenly sank, and a soft and small body appeared.
The white ground is like frost, the snow reflects light, and it is white. It was the first time in Yan Xun's life that he carried someone on his back, his movements were a little awkward, he twisted twice restlessly, Chu Qiao stretched out her white and tender little hand, and patted him on the neck, "Be honest, I'm going to fall."
Yan Xun was taken aback for a moment, but he was much more honest, and walked slowly in the wilderness with Chu Qiao on his back.
"Hey, do you know how far we've just traveled?"
The child calmly replied: "It takes less than one stick of incense, and it takes about an hour to walk back."
Yan Xun nodded, "Your name is Xing'er?"
"how do you know?"
"The last time I heard it from the maid who was framed by you on the cliff."
Yan Shizi seems to be in a good mood tonight. Seeing that Chu Qiao didn't talk to him, he continued to ask, "What's your real name? What's your surname?"
Chu Qiao hummed softly, "Why should I tell you?"
"If you don't say it, don't say it," Yan Xun snorted, "I don't want to listen yet, sooner or later, you will cry and beg me to listen."
"Then you just wait patiently for that day."
Yan Xun frowned, "You are a child, why do you speak in such an old-fashioned tone?"
The child on the back curled his lips in disdain, "Then you are all young, why are you acting so cruelly?"
Yan Xun was stunned, then smiled and said: "My God, you really hold a grudge."
The child's voice was a little desolate, and the voice turned cold, and he said indifferently: "You don't hold grudges, it's because you haven't been pointed at with an arrow."
The strong wind was blowing, Yan Xun suddenly felt a little cold, opened his mouth to refute, but finally did not say anything. Those high and low ranks that he has believed in for many years seem a bit inappropriate to say in front of this child at this moment. There are some things that everyone says are right, and you automatically think that they are also right, even though sometimes you don’t actually think so in your heart. The cold moonlight shone on the snow, and the figures of the two children looked a little thin.
At this time, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes in the distance, and Yan Xun lifted his spirits and said, "My people are here."
The child lying on his back frowned slightly, and listened with sideways ears. He could only hear the sound of hoofbeats, like a large army coming, and the sound of many people running. The snow and fog rushing ahead, like a silver dragon and a white snake, coming from one line to one side, mighty and mighty.
The child narrowed his eyes slightly, opened his red lips lightly, and said slowly: "It seems that he is not from you." The north wind blew up heavy snow, which was as dense as goose feathers, covering the pale full moon, making people almost Can't keep my eyes open.
The sky above the snow was pitch black, and from time to time there was the shrill cry of night owls. Those black wings hovered in the sky. Looking down from mid-air, Zhenhuang City was like a pearl in the snow-capped glacier, dazzling and sparkling. But at this moment, on the outside of this pearl, there is a group of ragged, sallow and emaciated people from different races who are in no way commensurate with the prosperity and beauty of the imperial capital, trudging with difficulty.
The piercing north wind pierced through the ragged single clothes of the aliens, blowing like knives on their skin that had been frozen purple. The strong wind suddenly howled, and the people struggled to gather together to resist the fierce cold wind. Without the protection of the city walls and buildings, the winter on the Hongchuan Plateau became more and more unbearable. The cry of a baby suddenly sounded in the team. From a single sound, it gradually expanded and gradually spread to the entire team.
With a whoosh, the sound of the whip suddenly sounded, and the general on the horse came forward with a gloomy expression, and shouted sharply: "Shut up!"
However, how could those ignorant babies obey his orders, and the crying continued.
The general frowned, and immediately rode his horse into the crowd, stooped down and snatched a baby from a young woman's arms, lifted it high, and then smashed it to the ground with a bang!
"Ah!" The ear-piercing screams sounded suddenly, and the child's mother exclaimed, kneeling on the ground suddenly, hugging the child who was no longer able to make a sound, and crying loudly.
The general's eyes were sharp, falcons flitted across the faces of the refugees from other races, and everywhere they went, there was silence.
On the wasteland, only the cry of a young woman is left. The general drew out his long knife and cut off the woman's spine with a swipe. Blood splashed and sprinkled on the pale snow.
Chu Qiao's breathing suddenly became stagnant, she bit her lips tightly, and suddenly exerted strength with her hands, she was about to rush out.
"You don't want to die?" Yan Xun hugged her tightly and whispered in her ear, "They are the army of Wei Clan, don't act rashly."
"It's right here." The general in black armor and black fur said to his subordinates in a deep voice. The soldiers wearing cold iron helmets quickly got off their horses and pulled out the sabers at their waists. The refugees who lived on both feet fell to their knees.
The general's eyes were gloomy, his eyes were like knives, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he slowly uttered a word: "Kill!"
The sound of knives resounded in unison. The young soldiers' complexions were iron, without blinking their eyes. Dozens of heads immediately rolled down and landed on the thick snow. The hot stream was frozen by the cold air in an instant.
The child bit his lower lip tightly, hid behind the snow slope and watched the massacre so close, his heart was tightly clenched. Her eyes were so bright, like bright stars, but there was such a heavy light shining in them. Yan Xun's hand was a little cold, although he was still holding her tightly, there was an emotion in his blood, which made him hardly dare to turn his head to look into the child's eyes, the small body under his arm exuded a kind of The heat nearly burned his hand.
He watched the rulers of the empire hang the butcher's knife over the heads of those civilians again and again, and he felt that what they chopped off was not their heads, but their own beliefs. The stubbornness that has existed in the heart for too many years has been peeled off layer by layer, leaving nowhere to hide.
The saber was swung down, blood was splashed everywhere, and the faces of those foreign civilians were calm, without the slightest fear of facing death. Chu Qiao clearly saw that it wasn't the extreme numbness of fear, the despair without any hope, and it wasn't the self-abnegation under despair, but a kind of stubbornness and hatred. Everyone was very quiet, no crying, no cursing, even the children in the old man's arms were very well-behaved, they opened their eyes, watching the same people die one by one under the executioner's knife, their eyes were bright, but they were secretly rolling Huge waves.
That is the hatred that the gods of the Nine Heavens would be afraid of, and the Shura of the Underground would retreat from it.
The anger and hatred that had been suppressed in his heart slowly grew out, and the child's fists were tightly clenched, like a bloodthirsty little wolf.
At this moment, there was a sudden rush of hooves in the distance, together with the man's eager and angry shout: "Stop! Stop!"
The snow-white war horse quickly approached, and the young man turned over and jumped off, frantically swiping his whip on the wrist of the soldier with the knife, blocking in front of the refugees, and shouted angrily at the general: "Jiang He, what are you doing?"
"Major General Shu Ye, I have obeyed the military order and am killing the rebels." The general frowned slightly when he saw the young master, but he still got off his horse and saluted respectfully, and said in a deep voice.
"Rebellious people?" Wei Shuye pointed his eyes angrily at the old and weak women and children all over the ground, and said sharply, "Who are the rebellious people? They? Who gave you the power, who allowed you to do this?"
Jiang He's complexion remained unchanged, like a stubborn stone, "Major General, it is the order of His Majesty Sheng Jin, the order personally invited by your uncle, the document jointly signed by the Elder's House, and the scarlet letter written by your elder brother, the entire Wei Clan The patriarchs discussed and made decisions together, and the subordinates only followed orders."
Wei Shuye was stunned for a moment, turned his head blankly, and glanced at the faces of those refugees one by one. These foreign people who had never frowned in the face of death suddenly changed their expressions the moment they saw him, and could no longer hide the anger in their eyes. An old woman stood up suddenly, ignoring the soldiers on both sides, and rushed over, yelling, "You liar! Shameless betrayer! The gods will punish you!"
A long knife suddenly slashed down on the woman's waist, and the blood flowed from the blood groove of the knife. The woman's waist was almost cut in two, and her body fell to the ground powerlessly. With the last strength, he spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the corner of Wei Shuye's white clothes, and cursed with a smirk: "If you're a ghost... even if you're a ghost... let it go... let it go..."