Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 112

Everyone was frightened, they raised their sabers, but no one dared to take a step forward.It was the same just now, and she couldn't hold on anymore.But from noon, to afternoon, to the west of the sun, and to night, she still stands there like an insurmountable fortress, flashing with bloodthirsty light, never taking a step back.

A hill of corpses piled up in front of her, winding red streams on the snow, Qing Xia's voice was hoarse, full of tiredness and murderous intent: "You guys, killed him?"

No one can answer, they killed too many people today, no one knows who this skinny soldier is talking about.They could only watch her cautiously and approach her slowly.

Seeing that no one answered, Qingxia's sanity really began to be confused for a while, she was so tired, she could hardly imagine how many people she had killed, and how long she had persisted, but, after all, it was too late.I forgot about him when I was running away, so God was very determined not to give her a chance to redeem him.Tears flowed slowly from her eyes, leaving white traces on her blood-stained face. Her lips trembled slightly like broken butterfly wings. Finally, she uttered a sentence slowly. : "You guys, really killed him."

A trace of pain slid across the eyes, Qing Xia frowned tightly, as if someone had been gouging out the heart and scratching the bone.Suddenly, with a bang, she fell forward heavily in a pool of blood, and just then, she remained motionless.

The Bailuyuan mercenaries came forward cautiously. Dozens of soldiers lined up in a row, taking every step cautiously, finally came to her side, and slowly pulled her up.

"Second leader, she is a woman!" A soldier suddenly yelled in horror, a huge noise resounded around, and the Bailuyuan soldiers who were terrified by Qingxia exclaimed in unison, no one could imagine , the soldier who killed dozens of people by himself could be a woman?
The lower abdomen of the middle-aged man called the Ertou Ling was wrapped with a white cloth, it was the big man who was targeted by Qing Xia and had his intestines rotted.

"Woman? Tie me up, and I'll kill her with my own hands!" The original plan was flawless, but he paid such a huge price because of the sudden appearance of this woman, how could he not let him be filled with resentment.A group of people roughly tied up Qing Xia's hands and feet, the brutal actions made Qing Xia frown, she slowly opened her eyes, the dazzling torches made her dazed for a while, when she finally recovered, she suddenly heard only With a slap, a slap was slapped heavily on her face.

Then Qing Xia's body suddenly fell to the ground, a big foot stepped on her cheek fiercely, the mud and sand on the soles of her feet rubbed against her skin, causing a sharp pain.

"Fall into my hands, I will let you experience all kinds of torture in the world, and you will not be in vain." After gritting her teeth, she tore the armor on Qing Xia's shoulders, only to hear a "shua" sound. , a large piece of white skin was exposed to the air, and it was especially dazzling amidst the blood stains all over the sky.

Qing Xia was already unable to struggle anymore, she couldn't even move her fingers.She was trampled under her feet, and her clothes were torn, but Xi Linchen's eyebrows flashed in front of her eyes. If she hadn't met herself, maybe he would still be alive, would be rescued by others, and would live well in one place , will definitely not be here, will not die on the battlefield.

Tears flowed silently, she had lost all her strength, she could only lie here like this, quietly waiting to be humiliated to death, her mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, her hands and feet were tied, Can't even commit suicide.Like a puppet that has lost its life, there are large swaths of desolation and despair in the bottom of my heart, and the faces of many people are slowly passing by in front of my eyes. This life is only more than 20 years old, but it seems so long, I can almost see it at a glance. Not to the head.Now that everything is finally coming to an end, her head seems to have been hollowed out suddenly, and the faces of many people flashed slowly in her mind. She looked at their faces, but couldn't call out their names.

"Second Leader!" A guard suddenly shouted loudly: "Someone is coming!"

Hearing the words, everyone hurriedly looked down the hillside, only to see winding torches like a long dragon, and countless horses roaring on the snow. Roll, the whole world seemed to vibrate for a moment, that kind of fear climbed up the person's spine and penetrated straight into the person's heart, and the whole life was screaming in fear.

"It's Yanzi Camp!"

Horrified screams came from the depths of the soul, countless people were trembling in unison, and the rumble of the earth echoed everyone's fear.

One person, two people, ten people, a hundred people, and soon, thousands of people shouted in unison, and the voices traveled through the sky, gathering into a huge torrent above the sky!

It's Yanzi Camp!The war myth of ever-victorious battles, the horror legend of iron-blooded lore, the dark night army that can stop children from crying at night, in such a precarious night where demons and monsters are rampant, roaring past and coming on the moon!

The army was defeated like a tide, and wave after wave of deserters fled to the north in panic on the wasteland.No amount of shouting will help. Wherever the banner of Yanziying goes, it is extremely difficult to meet the resisting army, let alone these mobs?

Qingxia felt that time had passed so long, she was lying on the icy snow, the blood around her body seemed to have stiffened, the exposed skin was too cold to feel the cold, her eyes were blurred, and she could only see Those Bailuyuan mercenaries who were rushing away in a hurry, behind them were rows of regular soldiers with flags raised and armored, and they walked slowly to her side.

Countless boots rushed to both sides like a tide, dodging a path.In the still air, a pure black war horse galloped close, and the person on the horse jumped off the horse neatly. With a pair of white deerskin boots, he stepped on the bloody snowfield and ran towards Qing Xia with big strides. Come.

A burst of good Chuanbei scent suddenly came oncoming, Qing Xia's eyes were sour, and in such a familiar breath, he suddenly felt a heart-piercing pain.

Her sanity must have been blurred, she laughed at herself and wanted to pull the corners of her mouth, but found that her face had been frozen stiff, and she wanted to cry before seeing the face in the hallucination.

I must be dying.Qing Xia laughed at herself secretly in her heart, she wanted to blink her eyes to make sure if she was still alive, but suddenly felt that she was being hugged tightly in her arms.

"Emael..."

The mellow voice poured down Qingxia's throat like a glass of warm wine, she raised her stiff neck with great effort, and slowly looked up.

Danfeng eyes, crouching silkworm eyebrows, high nose bridge, slightly pale and thin cheeks, this face has echoed in her heart countless times, but at such a moment of life and death, she seems to be a little stunned.The rope behind her had been untied, she slowly raised her stiff hand, and slowly stretched out her bloody palm, gently touching the young general's cheek.

"Qin... Zhiyan?"

An uncertain voice, with a slightly rising tone, resounded softly in the air.

"...I... am not dreaming..."

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if she had been scalded by charcoal fire, but she still laughed out loud. After the desperate killing, amidst countless corpses and a messy pool of blood, she asked softly with a trembling voice.

Qin Zhiyan frowned, and the regret in his eyes surged out like an ocean. He gradually tightened his arms, and hugged the body that he had been thinking about day and night tightly, and he said softly word by word. road;

"Emaer, I'm late."

The flowers of the whole world, in an instant, all bloom.

It's like being in a raging fire, there is no way out from east to west, from east to west, from the sky to the earth.In the red light all over the sky, there are ferocious flames and hot magma everywhere. Those ancient totems are screaming and churning in the flames, almost wanting to sweep her down. Countless desperate spirits are screaming around, and seem to pull her down too. In that bottomless abyss, she stood on a raised rock, feeling that the whole space was shaking crazily, broken rocks, gushing magma, scorching flames, the earth seemed to be enraged, so this heavenly punishment was sent down. The flames will burn her to death, a bloody and murderous woman.

She knew that she might die.

She wanted to hold the corner of her mouth and pull out a wry smile, but the scar on the corner of her lip stopped her movement, and just one intention made her frown tightly in pain.

"Emael..."

A deep voice sounded in my ears, very close, yet seemed so far away.It's like a cloud in the sky, floating there far away, with a holy white and warm voice in the distance.

Qingxia stood in a raging fire, slowly stretched out her palms to block her eyes, looked through her fingers, trying to see the clouds clearly, but she couldn't see them clearly, only a white mist of steam blocked her sight , making her eyes open like blind.She knew that finally, that piece of whiteness could only be seen from a distance, she could not approach it, let alone touch it, because it would be stained by her.

She smiled soothingly. For the first time in her life, all fear of death disappeared. She didn't know whether it was because she had nothing to love in life, or because she was really too tired.

In this life, she killed too many people, and her hands were covered with blood.Today, she can no longer lie to herself that all this is justice.

This chaotic life is like a rootless weed, floating around with the troubled times, where is the place to stop?The young general stood in front of the bed, staring at the pale girl in front of him, feeling the pain in his heart sweeping like a tide.He sat down slowly, held the woman's cold hand, his lips were tightly pressed, his Danfeng eyes were slightly half-closed, his eyes were as calm as water, like a deep ancient well, with silent ripples.

(End of this chapter)