Chapter 35 Future

More than half of the long winter on the grassland has finally passed. At this time, it is February of the following year, and it is still snowy. The raging wind and snow roared across the vast grassland. A thick layer of ice condensed on the Rilana River, and the whole river seemed to be frozen, like a crystal light belt. Occasionally, there is a rare sun, and the ice on the river shines. From time to time, someone chiseled the ice, made a small hole, sprinkled the fishing nets from it, and then threw down the fine bait. In a short time, it came to the net, full of fresh beating fish.

The herdsmen will drag the fish back to the tent, clean it, peel off the scales and dry it, so that the fish can last for a long time. After all, beef and mutton are produced on the grassland, and fish are not what they want. Some of the fish caught will be handed over to the nobles, but the herdsmen can leave only a few.

But this does not affect the mood of the herdsmen at all. They are so happy.

At this time, the distant southern Mengyang was the second year of Lin Xi, and the calendar of the Fanyang Dynasty was also turned to the 17th year of Emperor Ming. In the warm environment in the south, the ice and snow have melted under the warmer and humid air in the south, and the earth has gradually regained its vitality and does not look so desolate and lonely. The ice and snow outside the city melted, and the remaining corpses after the war had been buried in the soil, and the huge machines were scattered on the ground, like the bones of giants. The thick broken city cones, rhinoceros horns and broken huge shield walls. After the ice and snow melted, this tragic scene emerged again. The fierce armor, rusty weapons, and rotten wooden machines seem to be able to imagine the tragic scene of hundreds of thousands of troops fighting under the erratic city at that time, which makes people can't help but blood fever.

However, how many heroes were resurrated on the battlefield at that time? Mengyang's military emperor, Shen's lion, autumn moon's crops? These heroes in troubled times have melted in the gaps of history like ice and snow, leaving a strong ink mark.

In the palace, Shura looked at the magnificent emperor with a respectful face, with an unpredictable smile on his face, bent down to bow to Emperor Lin Xi, and then slowly withdrew.

He smiled so happily, and his face looked like a bowl of hot honey mixed with poison. The exquisite and perfect face is more and more soft and charming, and the ** chest muscles are smooth and violent. Desire. He turned around and walked out of the emperor's palace, and the smile on his face became more and more cruel and charming.

Just now, the emperor has approved his idea of a barbarian alliance, but the emperor is different from what he wants. What he wanted was to form an alliance with the Azlan tribe, the second largest barbarian tribe, to turn the lion teeth of the Azislan tribe into a sharp weapon of Mengyang, and draft the original battle. And the emperor asked him to buy back enough war horses from the barbarians and ask Mengyang to establish his own cavalry 'wind and thunder horse', which was Emperor Lin Xi's wish. In the emperor's words, only when it is completely your own can you use it at ease.

However, since it is used, it should be used to squeeze other people's value to the extreme and maximize his role. Use it as much as possible, regardless of loss, and when the final value is lost, just clap your hands and discard it... Isn't this more gratifying?

"Ha ha..." The demonic smile at the corners of Shura's mouth became clearer. His long red hair, scarlet robe, dark red pupils, and his face that is so perfect that people can't tell their gender, everything is so ominous.

"This is the real troubled times, just the beginning." As he walked, he said silently that the red light in his eyes seemed to be roasting the world.

He looked up at the sky and looked at the clouds over the erratic city. The morning sun shone on the clouds, like the painter dyed the gorgeous peony blush. The red was so transparent, and the red made him ecstatic. The sun laid a layer of brilliant Phnom Penh around the clouds, which was an extremely beautiful early spring morning for Emperor Mengyang.

Suddenly, he stopped, lowered his head and sneered for a moment, and said, "Why, did you leave that woman to find me without authorization?"

At the corner of the high palace wall, a tall figure flashed out. He was dressed in a dark robe, his eyes were dim and his face was dead. The face is very young and beautiful, but without the vitality of young people, and the whole person is like quiet and rotten steel. There is a ferocious scar on his slender neck, which looks like his throat will leak. No wonder his voice is so low and hoarse.

The man in black knelt down in front of Shura. He put his forehead on the ground and leaned down at Shura's feet, kissed his ** instep, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Master, that woman wants to see you."

"Oh?" Shura's face showed surprise, and then turned into a joking smile and said coldly, "That woman hates me so much. Why does she suddenly want to see me? Interesting, interesting! Let's go and see her..."

But the man kneeling on the ground still did not move. He still lay on the ground, like a stubborn stone.

"What? Ye Yuanhong, what else?" Shura asked with interest, looking down at the young man kneeling at his feet.

"Master, when will you give me freedom?" Ye Yuanhong raised his head, and his distracted eyes finally showed a little, and his face was a pious prayer.

The fake smile on Shura's face disappeared, and his whole body showed a chill. He slowly squatted down and stretched out his slender fingers to touch Ye Yuanhong's face. His fingers were cold and pale, and his fingertips were as sharp as a knife. Freedom? Do you want freedom? Your freedom is in my hands. When I want to give it to you, you can be free! I didn't give it to you. You can't open your mouth to me, let alone rob me... Don't forget who gave you your life! Do you know?"

Ye Yuanhong nodded tremblingly and said in a trembling voice, "I know, I know..."

"Ha ha, that's good!" Shura stood up, and a mask-like sneer reappeared on his face, joking, abandoning, disdainful and arrogant, like a high-dimensional god looking down on the existence of low-dimensional.

In an instant, a gorgeous spark appeared from his body, covering his whole body. The next moment, the fire disappeared again, and even the whole person disappeared.

"Bang--" sounded softly, and there was another flash of fire. Shura's tall and slender figure has appeared at the door of Fengyi Hall. Teleportation is not difficult for such a superb magician as him.

He strode into the palace, his face was cold and pale, and his red hair was like a jumping burning flame. The woman has stood in front of him, still indifferent and cold, like the bright moon in the sky.

There is no smile on the woman's face, with a cold beauty, and her long and narrow eyes are like foxes. Indifferent like an ice knife, but the determined temperament is still as eye-catching.

"Are you looking for me?" Shura put his arms on his chest and walked slowly towards her, with a bright smile on the corners of his mouth. Rarely, his smile was more sincere and less like a mask.

The white and red lips gently opened and closed, and said, "You are going to the far north."

This is a statement tone, not an inquiry. Shura's face suddenly changed, full of anger and panic. How do you know?" He stared at the woman's face word by word and asked. He knew that it was useless to deny it at this time. The woman knew that she knew everything.

The white queen smiled lightly, took a step back, reached out and lifted the curtain behind her, revealing her room. The ground of the big palace is full of calculations, which is frighteningly complicated. There is no doubt that even Mengyang's most outstanding arithmetician may die of spitting blood when he sees such a formula, but this woman has figured it out!

"One hundred and twenty-eight?" Shura's pupils suddenly shrank, and the horror in his eyes was beyond resurable. He is clear about the complexity of the 128-link style, and arithmetic itself is an extremely sadistic discipline. But such a boring arithmetic is a skill that a prophet must master. He looked at the calculations all over the ground, his eyes slowly changed from surprise to serious, and finally put away his disdainful attitude.

"What on earth have you reached? Have you been able to figure out the 128 joint? What are you going to do next?" Shura asked. For a moment, his voice trembled, and he didn't realize that there was a fear in his tone.

"What are you going to do next?" Bai Yan smiled gently. Her smile was always so shallow that it was not stained with dust, but with an unquestionable charm. Northern barbarians? Alliance with barbarian tribes? Provoking a barbarian civil war? Start a war against Fanyang when the barbarians are powerless to coveted Mengyang? What's next? Fanyang and Mengyang are all--"

"Stop--" Shura said impatiently, and his head suddenly waved, as if to throw some terrible idea out of his mind, looking crazy.

"What are you afraid of? I can't predict that far... And it's just a general direction. Maybe a small detail will change the overall direction, as their mortals often say, 'plans can't keep up with changes'..." Bai Yan said without emotion.

"Since you know everything, what should you do with me?" Shura said bluntly.

Baiyan's eyes became sharp, as sharp as a knife, as if to divide Shura into debris with his eyes. The night star is not dead, he is still alive. I want to see him and teach him something to the magician. His bloodline completely surpasses me. For such a young magician, many things must be more careful, otherwise, the consequences will not be up to you and me. Go and get him back!"

"Oh?" Shura's face suddenly bloomed, as if it had become bright. The smile at the corners of his mouth was a little helpless and funny, as if he heard a joke. Are you asking me? But the tone is not much like a request... Or are you ordering me?"

His dark red eyes stared at the white face, and the joke on his face was brighter. His mouth was wide open, and he looked up and smiled wildly. The hall was full of his wild smile: "Virious Mengfan God, do you still think you are the omnipotent god? Do you still think you are the god who is waving his hands? Do you still think this is in the forest of dew, in the sorcerer tribe? Do you think I'm the little boy who obeyed you, that stupid Lucius? Wrong! You are wrong! You are no longer Mengfan God, and I am not that Lucius. I am Shura! What else can you do now? You are a peacock trapped in a cage! You are just a beauty for people to enjoy, which is your value! Stop talking to me in such a condescending tone. In my eyes, you are nothing..." As he spoke, he became angry. The Shura, who was always with a lazy smile on his face and full of disdain and jokes, messed up his feet. His eyes were open angrily, and his dark red pupils were filled with water mist. Confused and angry.

But Bai Yan still looked at him indifferently, with no emotion on his face, as if he were looking at the most ridiculous thing. She was not angry because Shura roared at her, and it was still that cold beauty. She smiled and said, "In my eyes, you are still just an angry little boy, only angry and shouting. Yes, I really have no strength now. I really can't do anything. I spoke to you in a condescending tone. I angered you. I'm exposing your scars. You're angry. Why don't you kill me?" Bai Yan smiled lightly and walked slowly forward, slowly approaching Shura. Her smile suddenly became bright, with a soft feeling.

She stood in front of Shura**'s chest and looked up at the man who was already half a head taller than her, with a strange smile on her perfect face. She gently stood on tiptoe, lay on Shura's shoulder, and said softly in his ear, "Aren't you bloodthirsty Shura? I provoked you so much, why didn't you kill me?" Warm breathing, magnolia-like fragrance, but murderous words, Shura's forehead oozed cold sweat, and his body seemed to be frozen.

Suddenly, Shura pushed Baiyan away and couldn't help retreating. His dark red eyes were full of tears for a moment. The voice roared and said, "Why do you say that when you know that I can't do anything to you? You know that my heart is... I love you in my heart. How can I kill you? Shura suddenly covered his chest, and his nails penetrated deep into the flesh of his heart. The color of pain on his face was so clear that he did not look like Shura than ever.

The calmness on the white face shook, like the ripples on the calm lake. The smile on her face disappeared, turning into ice and snow-like indifference or compassion. What is love? I have never believed in such ridiculous feelings as human beings. Love is just a way for human beings to bully others. Has your noble magician fallen to be no different from human beings? You are a magician and a god who fell on earth. You should have been carrying iron stones in your chest and have no pity to see the ups and downs of this world, but now you say love to me? Can you take Emperor Lin Xi to kill the whole family of the Ye family, exile the night stars to the grassland, and seal my spell power and imprison them in the palace? Is this your love for me?

Shura was speechless for a moment, and his eyes were full of pitiful pain and sadness. He looked at the white face and indifferent face, and the excitement that had just appeared in his heart became cold and joke again. But the mask-like disdainful smile can't be presented. His exquisite and indistingitive face was so pale that there was no trace of blood. He looked at the white face and slowly retreated, as if to stay away from her as possible.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and said weakly, "I only loved me, who was still a teenager at that time, and you at that time... I was infatuated with you and everything about you when I was a child. But you have changed, and I have also changed. As you said, I can't go back ^... What I love is just memories."

Bai Yan looked at him in silence, like Lucius when he was a child. She whispered, "Memories?"

If memories can drink, the past can be a hangover. Wait for the beacon smoke to rise, fold the halberd and sink into the sand, and then regard the past as flashy. I don't have the courage to cry when I sing, but I see clearly when I fall to the ground, that's all.

Suddenly, she read as if singing, "If memories are as hard as steel, should I smile or cry?" If steel corrodes like memory, is this a joy or a ruin?

Shura smiled gly and said sadly, "Anyway, I won't believe your words anymore. I haven't forgotten who held my heart and asked me to learn human lies. It can be seen that Wan Yanliunian and Huangfu Jinglan were very successful in creating you. You are a very smart woman. You know how to protect yourself and how to destroy a person from his heart... You have a good grasp of the delicate balance between hatred and love..."

Sura straightened his chest, and his ** chest had a clear outline of muscles, and his slender figure was as straight as a sword. But I'm different. I'm a person with clear love and hate! When Wan Liunian and Huangfu Jinglan destroyed the flawless you at that time and destroyed the forest, I will ask for it back from their descendants. They make their own decisions to name the world after you, so I will hold up the world and smash it fiercely... Let them howl and make them suffer. Only in pain will the world grow slowly, and the people who survive will be stronger! Mengfan·God, what do you think?

"And then? Then what should you do? Destroy the world with your anger, what should you do next? Bai Yan asked sharply, but there was a little wisdom between her nose and teeth, and she asked such words almost without thinking.

Sura was stunned again. He slowly raised his hands in front of him and looked at his slender white fingers. His dark red pupils were confused and helpless. Like a lost child, he muttered to himself, "I don't know where to go or what to do at that time..."

Bai Yan looked at him indifferently, with a sarcastic smile on the corners of his mouth and said, "When you know where to go, it's too late..."

Shura's dark red eyes could not see any feelings. He just looked at Bai Yan, looking aggrieved and uncomfortable. He didn't say anything more and turned away silently.

At this time, the distant Fanyang Dynasty. One of the four-pillar countries that disappeared for 16 years, Li Cangyan, the general of the imperial palace, regained the tiger charm. Lu Miaobai also led a vast envoy to board the huge shark-tooth fighting ship with the golden book of Emperor Fanyang Ming. This giant wooden ship can cross the kilometer-wide river that separates Fanyang from the far north grassland, and the ship is also carrying countless wealth dedicated to barbarian kings.

No one can guess what will happen in the future, but there is no doubt that the prologue of troubled times has only opened a corner...