Big Moon Ballad

"Those people are...the Black Tiger Army?"

Zhao Guang followed the wind and heard Suman's words, his eyes widened like bells.

Ying Baoyue was riding on her horse, looking at the group of people who were splitting apart the Xirong cavalry and coming towards her, with extremely complicated eyes.

"Yes, it should be."

She has never met these people, and these people will not leave traces or names in any records in this life.

But they have a unified name.

That is the first army of Great Qin, the Black Tiger Army.

The Black Tiger Army is not just cavalry galloping on the battlefield, but more of these people who remain anonymous.

Seeing them, she knew who they were.

They have eyes that only the Black Tiger Army has.

Zhao Guang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up from a dream. He turned to look at Ying Baoyue, "You just announced your identity just to lure out these people?"

Ying Baoyue nodded, "I don't know how many of them there are, and even if there are, I don't know if they will come."

It's a big gamble.

She didn't know how many Black Tiger troops had successfully lurked into the White Wolf King's Court. They couldn't have exceeded a hundred at most. Even if there are a hundred people, I don’t know how many will be left after so many years.

Even if they managed to survive, how many would respond to her call?

Even if some people can respond to her call and practice in the bitter cold land for more than ten years, how many people will still maintain the ability of practitioners?

Even if there are still people who can fight, how many people are willing to follow her?

After all, she is not her master. As someone who has died once, the authenticity of her identity is even more doubtful.

No matter how you think about it, this is a gamble with little payoff.

"You...are such a madman."

Zhao Guang was speechless after hearing this. He could only ignore whether it was Ying Baoyue or Lin Baoyue. Her temperament had not changed since the beginning of the primary ceremony.

"I know there is little hope, it's me who wants to believe it."

She hopes to see this group of people, and hopes that there is a group of people in the world who, like her, have not forgotten that woman.

She was willing to pay any price to witness this.

But she didn't expect that the miracle she didn't even expect would actually happen.

Looking at the unrecognizable group of slaves walking towards her with past looks in their eyes, Ying Baoyue's eyes turned slightly red.

This group of ragged slaves numbered close to a hundred people.

They survived, fought through hardships, and came for that person.

"Master, have you seen it?"

Ying Baoyue really wanted to show this scene to that person.

"You said you are... Shao Siming?"

At this time, an old man at the front of the slave team coming out of the White Wolf King's Court actually walked up to her.

The old man was holding a potted bucket that had been beaten, and his tone was strange, as if he hadn't spoken for many years.

Although he looked as skinny as a stick, when he just fought out of the cavalry group, this man was invincible, killing gods and Buddhas when he stood in front of them, which was a bravery that did not suit his age.

At this time, the old man stood under the horse, staring at her with a pair of old eyes, like an awl.

Ying Baoyue stared at these eyes and jumped off the horse.

"Hug the moon!"

Zhao Guang was startled by her actions. Everyone could see how terrifying these slaves were. Everyone was a top killer! Although he admired them, he instinctively wanted to stay away from these people. Ying Baoyue was completely unprepared for them.

Too dangerous.

This group of people seemed to be here for her, but the eyes looking at her now were terrifyingly cold. Zhao Guang had no doubt that if Ying Baoyue could not prove that she was Shao Siming, these people would immediately tear her into pieces.

"I'm."

Ying Baoyue simply explained. "it's me."

The old man's eyes trembled, "Did you not die eight years ago?"

Ying Baoyue knew what they were expecting. If she was not dead, it seemed to prove that Lin Shubai was not dead seven years ago.

"No, I'm dead," Ying Baoyue said seriously, "I was reborn in this body more than half a year ago, and I just recovered the memories of my previous life not long ago."

When Lao Ba... and the other slaves who were gradually coming behind him heard her words, their bodies instantly became much stiffer.

Ying Baoyue knew that her words broke the original illusion in their hearts.

"Master is indeed gone," Ying Baoyue endured the pain in her heart, "There is a part of Master's body left on the Great Wall of Night. If you want to see her and win this battle, I will take you back."

Lin Shubai is really gone.

When Xie Liu heard these words, he felt that all the blood in his body froze.

When he came back to his senses, he found Baili Celing standing in front of him, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Hey," Xie Liu tugged at the corner of his mouth and reluctantly said hello.

"Xie Liu, you bastard," Baili Celing narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.

Xie Liu knew that he was blaming him for not responding to the summoning order of the Black Tiger Twins.

"You can't blame me entirely," Xie Liu looked around at the old, weak, sick and disabled around him, "They all came out after hearing the voice of the little girl next to you."

"Little girl," Baili Celing's eyes fell on Ying Baoyue, "Do they believe it?"

He had seen Lin Baoyue at a very close range, so he could believe that there really was such a thing as seizing someone's body in this world. But it was not easy for Ying Baoyue to win their trust with this group of backstabbers who had been lurking for most of their lives.

"I don't know either," Xie Liu looked downcast, "Is she worthy of trust?"

They are all ghosts crawling out of hell, but they are not so easy to use.

"So you are seizing the body?"

Lao Ba stared at Ying Baoyue with a gloomy look, "How do you prove that you are really Shao Siming?"

He is the oldest among their group, and the only one who has ever seen the former Princess Zhaoyang from a distance.

But he had only seen her fighting appearance on the battlefield across thousands of troops.

The woman in front of him was different from Shao Siming in the past, both in age and appearance, and he couldn't recognize her.

Even if he takes out the token, he won't believe it.

"I have no direct way to prove it," Ying Baoyue smiled. There is no evidence at all for seizing a body and cannot be proven to strangers.

She never wanted to prove it in the first place.

"If you are willing, just follow me and watch. Wait until you feel that I really am, then follow me."

As Ying Baoyue spoke, she clenched the Sunset Sword in her hand and looked in the direction of the king's tent, her eyes becoming serious.

She noticed two unusual auras.

"Dun'ou, Wu Mao?"

It wasn't just Ying Baoyue who noticed something was wrong. Suman, who was standing at the door of the king's tent, suddenly felt something was wrong and looked around him suddenly.

Sure enough, Chunyu Dunbo and Chunyu Wumao, who were by his side just now, disappeared!

Two black lights rushed towards Ying Baoyue at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.

It was the two Xirong Tianjie.

When they saw Xirong's noble cavalry being killed by slaves and the slaves rushing towards Ying Baoyue, Chunyu Dun'o and Chunyu Wumao couldn't bear it anymore. They looked at each other and decided to get rid of this scourge.

The only people who can be killed by heaven-level practitioners are heaven-level practitioners.

"idiot!"

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