Heroes of the Fantasy World

Chapter 581 Between Flowers

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Perhaps this is a common sight in the eyes of the Order?

Zhao Xiaomei felt that she had returned to the Holy Land again.

In other words, wherever the saint has visited, it will become a holy place.

Zhao Xiaomei believed that the knight on the white horse wearing a bird-wing helmet was not an ordinary soldier. He had no desire to kill. His armor was clean and spotless, and one could even clearly see the delicate texture. Beside him was another knight of the Order riding a black horse and wearing black armor. The black horse knight had a red tassel on his helmet, which made him more intimidating. Behind them was a group of about 5,000 people.

Between the two knights, a woman walked slowly. She was holding a bunch of flowers in her hands, wearing simple clothes, and her long black hair fell naturally. She walked slowly to the bank of the Goddess River.

A melodious and mysterious chant came from the other side of the river, and Zhao Xiaomei remembered that she had heard it in the Holy Land. Accompanied by the singing, the two blond girls walked up to the woman holding the flowers and gently took off her dress - a woman's body covered with scars was displayed unmodified between heaven and earth.

Zhao Xiaomei felt sad for no reason.

She got off the carriage, walked to the river, and moved closer to the woman.

"It is indeed her, Saint Murong Yan!"

She remembered what she had promised last night and could only try her best to suppress her emotions.

A moment later, while the chant was still going on, the black horse knight jumped off his horse, and with the help of others, he took off his armor and clothes in public. When he took off his helmet, a bright strand of long golden hair hung down from his shoulders, which was extremely eye-catching.

This is also an eye-catching woman, but her muscles are tight and her limbs are slender, which is completely different from Murong Yan's figure full of maternal tenderness. The Dark Horse Knight expresses the woman's restrained tenacity and tenacity in the obvious muscle lines, masculine and charming.

"Is that woman He Ba Yu'er?" Zhao Kuo was riding a tall horse not far away, looking into the distance. Next to him was General Rouran, who had a rather rough and reckless temperament.

Zhao Xiaomei remembered that he was the current Rouran Khan Yu Jiulu Hu, with thick black braided hair on his head, a square face, and small but sharp eyes.

Yu Jiulu, speaking fluent Chinese, replied: "What a beauty. It's a pity that she became a monk."

"She is not a witch, at most she is a guard. The other one is the real witch." Zhao Kuo replied: "Removing armor in front of one's face, are you mocking us? Huh, what an ant is doing."

"Hahaha!!!" Yu Jiulu laughed heartily.

Yu Jiuluhu thought he had a deep understanding of the Central Plains culture, but he couldn't even distinguish between monks and Xianbei beliefs. Zhao Xiaomei had already concluded in her mind that this person was definitely not a long-term king. As for Zhao Kuo, he still ignores Zhao Xiaomei.

He Ba Yu'er and several other boys followed Murong Yan. They walked into the middle of the river step by step until the water was up to their chests. Murong Yan stopped where she was, and the chant also stopped. He Ba Yu'er led the boys The servants formed an array around Murong Yan, and everyone bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

The saint held the cluster of flowers high, her eyes slightly closed, and she was mumbling words. No one could hear clearly what she said except those who were in the goddess river at the moment.

The knight on the white horse is still looking at this side from the other side of the river. His eyes hidden behind the bird-winged helmet seem to be able to see through all the undercurrents.

After a while, Murong Yan put down the flower cluster, opened her eyes and looked at the other side.

Ajuan walked up to Zhao Xiaomei at this time and said happily: "Little sister, the prayer is over, why don't you go quickly! The first person to receive blessings is often the most effective!"

"Is it...?" Zhao Xiaomei looked at Ajuan suspiciously, and couldn't help but glance in the direction of Zhao Kuo.

This time, Zhao Kuo actually responded to her.

Zhao Xiaomei recalled what Yao Caiwei said to her last night. Now that Yao Caiwei is not around, she is in poor health and rarely comes out. Those words were obviously so disgusting when she heard them at the time, but now they have an indescribable ambiguity.

She looked at Zhao Kuo again. This time, Zhao Kuo responded more resolutely. He nodded three times to Zhao Xiaomei. Before that, he had been so cold and ruthless, but with just these three nods, Zhao Xiaomei could feel something... A kind of love that comes from flesh and blood.

This is a very mature political calculation. If Zhao Kuo fails in this war, the Zhao family is likely to be implicated. At this time, if there is a banner figure in the Zhao family who has long been known for opposing Zhao Kuo, , then the Zhao family will be reborn. "As expected of you, brother, you will always leave a second way for yourself."

"But……"

"From now on, we are enemies, real enemies."

After Zhao Xiaomei thought about it, she looked back at Zhao Kuo for the third time, only to feel that he had a few more white hairs on his temples.

She said to Ajuan in a farewell tone: "Then I'm leaving."

"Well, you have grown up, you have to learn to protect yourself." Ajuan touched Zhao Xiaomei's face kindly, and returned to Zhao Kuo, just like a small grass perched under the big tree, no matter the wind or rain Fight, they are all set there.

Zhao Xiaomei walked down the river and walked step by step in the direction of Murong Yan, tears welling up in her eyes.

He Ba Yu'er stopped in front of her and asked: "You are not allowed to come near me before you have purified yourself!"

If possible, Zhao Xiaomei would of course want to take off her clothes and go into the river to "treat evil", but it would take at least three quarters of an hour to take off her clothes. How could she have time to hesitate now?

"Stop." Seeing that Zhao Xiaomei still didn't stop, He Ba Yuer's tone got even worse and she sternly scolded: "Don't blame me for being rude if you come any closer!"

At this time, Murong Yan said softly: "Let her come here." He Ba Yu'er immediately wiped away her arrogance and made way for her.

Zhao Xiaomei almost wanted to run in the water, but she couldn't do it, so she could only stagger away. In the end, she even fell into Murong Yan's arms and burst into tears.

Her fingers touched many scars, each of which contained the Zhao family's sins, but Murong Yan's heart was still so warm, even when facing people who were born in the Zhao family.

"Little sister, you are the first person to receive blessings." Murong Yan gave the flower cluster to the other party: "No matter what your wish is, it will definitely come true."

"Sister Murong..." Before Zhao Xiaomei finished speaking, Zhao Kuo's ruthless voice came from behind: "Su Qing, go and bring the eldest lady back."

Su Qing did not reply with words such as "obey" or "yes". After all, he had never been loyal to Yu Yihou. He just shouted contemptuously: "Can you lend me three spears? I don't want to dirty my clothes."

"can."

Three soldiers with spears came to Su Qing. They were like living weapons racks. Su Qing first picked up a spear and threw it near the shore, the second one was thrown a little further, and the last one was almost thrown to Murong Yan and others.

Seeing this, He Ba Yu'er thought that Zhao Kuo was going to kill someone with blood, so he immediately ordered the servant to draw his sword, and he also drew his sword to protect Murong Yan. They were the personal guards who followed Murong Yan down the Goddess River. Be prepared to protect the Saint with your body.

After a while, Su Qing used his excellent light-body skills to leap into the Goddess River. He used the power of the first spear to reach the second spear. Like a piece of feather, he flew with the wind and jumped over the second spear. Behind the spear, he reached out to pick up Zhao Xiaomei, took advantage of the situation and landed on the third spear, and then used his strength to return the way he came.

After returning to the shore, Zhao Xiaomei, who was soaked all over, sat on the ground and stared blankly at the flower cluster with mistletoe as the base and yarrow flowers dotted in between. She was completely unaware that when Su Qing took her away just now, the edge of the hairpin on her head accidentally scratched Murong Yan's eyelid.

Everyone looked at the Goddess River, and saw the Saint's "bloody tears" gurgling down. They couldn't stop it, and they soon filled the water near her.

He Ba Yuer quickly brought the injured Murong Yan back to the shore, covered her with clothes and blankets, and used various methods to stop the bleeding.

——Now even if she is slightly injured, she can kill Murong Yan at will.

Zhao Xiaomei looked helplessly at the other side. The knight on the white horse, who was as holy and noble as the white phoenix, seemed to be observing her too.

The Goddess River quickly dispersed the pool of blood.

Zhao Xiaomei suddenly raised her head and laughed, and everyone looked at her like a monster.