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Chapter 182 It's a pity that the romantic is always idle (2)
Taking advantage of the chaos, Liu Cheng and I led a team to burn down a small part of the warehouse where Guilichi stored food items.By the way, some dried meat and food were also snatched away.

According to Liu Cheng's intention, all of Guilichi's storage should be burned. I stopped him. The grassland nomads lack food and utensils, and their lives are uncertain. Otherwise, they would not plunder the border every year at the end of autumn. Relying on robbing the people of the Central Plains to maintain food needs, it’s worth giving him a little lesson now, if the old, weak, women and children of the Kyrgyz tribe are deprived of food and clothing, then there will be peace. After all, war is only a matter between the nobles, and the people innocent.

In the dark, the three hundred riders who had completed the task were ready to go. Behind them, as quiet as iron, I looked back on the horse and looked in amazement at the camp that was on the verge of madness. Looking at the hastily ignited fire, I fell to the ground and wailed to the sky or kowtowed desperately The Mongolian cavalrymen begging for forgiveness, listening to the desperate cries that seemed to be destroying the world, stayed for a long time before saying: "I only know that this snake can scare people, but I don't want to be able to scare people to such an extent..."

Mu Xin's eyes became brighter and brighter in the night, with a slightly strange emotion: "This is the method of Ziming Palace. It's a pity that the innocent people in the world are deceived like this."

Fang Qi turned his head and wondered: "Ziming Palace? Is this related to Ziming Palace? I only know that this snake is the spirit of the most terrifying Daze ghost city in the desert. It is said that this ghost city is extremely weird. Those who die will undoubtedly die, and this snake is a legendary ghost messenger. Wherever it appears, there will be dead bodies everywhere. It is the most ominous and terrifying thing for the Mongolians in Mobei. Where did you get it?"

I murmured: "Daze ghost town... I just came out of there."

After finishing this sentence, I think of the elegant man in the silver dress and jade crown on the top of the grotto, the graceful figure that seems to fly to Guanghan in a golden moon, the desolate back of Xiao Ran reciting poems when he shakes his clothes, and the look in his eyes Every word and every word is full of painful and unspeakable thoughts. I think of the blood splashed when he and He Lanxiuchuan flew out separately, and think of his refusal to look into my eyes when he left. Thinking of the phrase "At the beginning I stayed in the Chinese dialect, but now I missed my appointment with Qin Lou", I felt bitterness in my mouth for a moment, all the words seemed to be stuck on the tongue, and I couldn't spit them out one by one smoothly.

"The strings are broken, the mirror is missing, the morning is dew, the fragrance is resting, the head is white, the pain is parting, try to add food and don't miss the concubine, Jinshui Tangtang, and the long farewell to the king!"

Wanliguan Mountain, the bright moon in the desert, and the clothes and hats like snow in the distance, I immediately stood up, chanted silently in my heart, and chanted to the last word, whipped the horse, the horse raised its hooves, raised its head and neighed, and headed towards the north where the flames of war ignited again. The city of the earth is facing the countless variables and upheavals in the future life, facing the wind and rain, and heading away from the poetic girlish feelings and the charming smile of the first-time mortal.

After traveling for half a month, we finally saw the distant shadow of Shen Xiong in Jiayuguan again.

A few days before arriving at Jiayuguan, Yang Xi and the remaining 300 riders from the Undead Battalion finally contacted us. They got lost in a sandstorm on the road and lost time, so they didn’t join us until now. Three people disappeared due to sandstorms when Yang Xi led people out of customs, and two of the [-] people led by Mu Xin were seriously injured and died due to the fight with Guili Chibu and were poisoned by the strange poison of Ziming. damage.

However, on the way back, I met some strong Mongolian men who had no food and clothing, and their tribes were taken into captivity. , my father has many Mongolian warriors under his command. They are extremely brave. I picked people all the way, and soon there were nearly a thousand people under my command. If it wasn’t because I was worried about the lack of dry food, I really wished that the more the better. Expand my team.

Rubbing the sore lower back from being jolted by the horse, I glanced at Mu Xin who was sitting upright on his side. He was standing upright on the horse, holding the rein with his right hand and hiding his left hand in his sleeve. He had been in this position for the past few days. I glanced at him. One glance, another, finally sighed, and said: "I'm going to enter the customs soon, we have to find a good doctor to show you, you don't need to bother to hide it anymore."

Mu Xin shook slightly with her back to me, turned her head slightly, and said helplessly, "Is there anything in this world that I can hide from you?"

I raised my eyebrows: "Yes."

"Oh?"

I said sadly: "Actually, I am very stupid and slow. There are many things that can be hidden from me in this world, and there are many times when I have been deceived miserably. The reason why you feel that you can't hide anything from me is just because, You never really wanted to hide anything from me about you."

Flicking the whip in my hand, I said slowly, "It's also because of me, if you care about it, you will be clear."

Mu Xin was silent, and there was a touch of warm joy in the silence, which was so vivid and lingering around him, making his brows clearer and clearer. His left hand slowly came out of his sleeve, and gently covered the back of my hand.

I grasped his hand instead, brushed my fingertips gently across his palm, and groped for his wrist veins little by little. He was stiff, and was about to withdraw his hand. I tightened my fingers, and pressed my fingertips stubbornly. He paused for a while, finally gave up, relaxed his wrist, and let me touch it lightly.

I pursed my lips, raised my head, and touched it inch by inch... Feeling the damaged tendons under my fingers with the touch of my fingers, the stubborn and fierce man under the weak sunlight that day, with his body as a bow and his wrist as an arrow, was as determined as ever. The shock of throwing myself to death flashed before my eyes in an instant.

The silver thread is a sharp weapon in the world, and the stretched silver thread is like the sharp edge of a famous sword. The resolute entanglement of one circle, another circle... finally strangled his tendons, which is irreparable.

Biting his upper and lower lips with his upper teeth, he looked at the past world, swaying in a piece of water.

And he just smiled lightly, as if nothing had happened, and comforted me: "It's okay, thanks to your quick chopping, it's not completely scrapped after all, it can move."

He even calmly turned his wrist to show me, when I didn't notice that he was secretly gritting his teeth.

I reached out to stop his self-abuse, and sighed: "If Aunt Ai Lu is here... she is best at needle-knife for external diseases... It's a pity that she is still in Ziwuling, or wandering around the world to take care of her brothel Wine shop business, where would it be..."

My words were suddenly cut off like a knife's edge, and I froze there without moving.

(End of this chapter)