Chapter 83 The End of the North

The rain is dead!

Suil shook his head desperately with his eyes closed like a cow driving away mosquitoes and flies, as if the idea could be thrown out of his mind. But as soon as he opened his eyes, the bloody body nailed to the ice wall jumped into sight. The delicate and soft face was cold and pale, her lips lost their blood color, and the wisp of blood from the corners of her mouth dyed her chin and the front of the snow-white fox's jacket. He was like hugging Yumeng and wanted to use himself to stop her body from getting cold, but the rainmeng full of arrows made him unable to find a place to hug him!

Even the good smell on her body was covered by the strong smell of blood! The fiery pomegranate red horse skirt was frozen on the ice wall by the dark red plasma dripping down, and it could not dance in the tent.

The cold wind poured in from the big hole in the top of the tent, and the small bonfire was blown out. At this time, the tent was as cold as an ice cave. Suil and Kemu stood in front of Yumeng's body, trembling and stroking her face, and couldn't say a word. The Chinasi warriors around stood silently, quietly like ice sculptures. Only Huyan Erdun, who was suppressed by the warriors, sobbed loudly, mixed with the roar of wind and snow, like a heart-warming soul song.

The rain is dead! From childhood to age, the memory of Yumeng entangled him like a poisonous snake, bit him fiercely, and injected the venom that can melt his flesh and blood into his body... No one will bully him to knock on the head and laugh and scold him for being stupid, and no one will suddenly understand what he is worried about, afraid of, what he likes, and begging at once. What are you tired of... No one can bring him comfort anymore. All those expectations, longings, and even those little longings are as colorful as soap bubbles in the sun, and instantly turn into bubbles.

Those beautiful heavenly memories may just pity his bitter thirst and expectation, dip a little honey with his fingers, apply it to his lips, make him feel a little sweet, and make his vision and expectation have the faith to stick to... At his most reassuring and happiest moment, the god will be painted The honey on his lips was replaced with foamy poison and poured into his throat fiercely!

He suddenly felt very tired and tired, and he couldn't even clenched his hands. Standing there, he felt that the world was spinning and dizzy, and his strong body was also trembling and would fall at any time.

At this time, a hand pressed on his shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "Your Majesty, this is not the time to be sad. It is the priority to deal with tribal affairs!"

General Zaerhua, who was on the upper body**, came over with the help of his subordinates. The bone of his right hand was broken and he was almost killed. Wearing the command given to him by his subordinates, he still felt cold. At that moment, he felt that the figure of the young man standing in front of the enchanting plasma and corpse was so lonely, as if the whole world had abandoned him fiercely.

In the heart of Suzile and Ke Chinas, there is nothing to care about in the world, and there is nothing to be happy about!

Sujile and Ke turned their heads to look at Zaerhua and looked directly at those green eyes, as if they were as cold as wind and snow from their eyes. He said with a blank face, "General, do you know the plan of the night stars? All plans!"

Zaerhua was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Suil and Ke to ask this, but when he remembered the slender and noble teenager and the indifferent and confident smile on his former student's face, there was a chill in his heart.

"I don't know. Night Star only told me to pretend to be a slave and find an opportunity to approach the Lion King to kill him! Nothing else, I don't even know that our warriors are ambushed on the top of the tent!" Zaerhua silently looked at the big holes broken on the top of the tent, through those holes. Eyes, you can see the clouds rolling ice and snow shaking the sky.

Suile and Ke took a deep breath and closed their eyes, with worrying sadness on their faces! Night Star, why can't you be more honest? His voice was like a roaring wind and snow.

Zha Erhua's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Doesn't the king know?"

Su Rile shook his head silently and said for a long time, "Night Xingchen only asked me to be responsible for the negotiation. I didn't say anything else. When I asked him, he said that everything was under control, and even when the general was almost strangled by the Lion King, he just said that everything was under control. I don't know if Yu Meng's death is also under his control? He turned around, his eyebrows were full of grief, and looked at the delicate and beautiful face, the body that was so cold that even the blood in his body was frozen, the girl he loved.

The feeling of cold appeared in the heart of Zaerhua again. For the first time, there was anger in his green eyes. It was the kind of anger that he thought he knew a person well, but suddenly found that the person was strange and changed like a person. He remembered that four years ago, when the big shaman brought the thin little child to his tent and wanted to teach the child swords, Ye Xingchen stood there restrainedly, lowered his head and did not dare to look at himself. Thinking of the child kneeling in front of him and begging him to teach him knife skills, and remembering the way he bit his lips and holding on when he was scarred his teeth and did not give up.

In the past, Ye Xingchen was a child who could see from his expression at a glance what he was thinking, worried about, afraid and liked.

Now, on the god-like handsome face, the mask-like warm and pleasant smiling face, and those scarlet eyes, everything has become strange and sharp. Maybe some child has changed, or maybe after so many years of concealing his time, the child has finally revealed his true nature.

No matter what the reason is, the night stars are no longer worthy of trust. The city is too deep, the mind is too smart and cunning, and it comes from the hostile southern Mengyang for generations... These are intertwined and transformed into two words 'enemy'!

Zerhua looked at Yu Meng's messy body. He knew that the three children, Yu Meng, Sujile and Ke, and Ye Xingchen, had a good relationship. No one would have thought that such a thing would happen...

However, there is one more thing that must be told to the king.

"King, there is one more thing that I think it is necessary to tell you!" Zha Erhua has carefully screened the wording in her mind, thinking about how to say it.

"Ty!" Suil and Ke said briefly that the worst and most unexpected things have happened, and no matter what the news is, it can't make him feel worse.

Zarhua took a deep breath of cold air and said, "Night Star just began to tell me that if Princess Yumeng didn't come to the scene for peace talks, then don't worry about anything! If Princess Yumeng comes, the Lion King is bound to let Princess Yumeng stay under his protection, that is to say, the distance between the two is very close. If the assassination of the Lion King fails, turn to control Princess Yumeng to threaten the Lion King, but try not to hurt her. If the situation is very urgent, there is no need to worry about Princess Yumeng's life... This is the original words of the night stars!"

Su Yile and Ke Kuiwu's bodies trembled for a moment, closed their eyes and opened, and there was a cloud inside. Then Ye Xingchen cheated me on another thing. At the beginning, when he proposed to ask me to invite Yu Meng to participate in the peace talks, he gave me a chance to see Yu Meng and speak my mind... Now, it has become a farewell.

He clenched his hand and said in a low voice, "It turns out that he has already included Yu Meng! Night stars, what a terrible! I trusted him so defenselessly and believed everything he said! Why can't he tell each other frankly?

No one spoke for a moment, only the roar of the wind and snow and the sobs of the captured and scarred Lion King. Yumeng, my daughter-my daughter-" At this time, the Lion King no longer had the shadow of a prairie hero, but just a poor father who saw his daughter being killed and had no way to save her...

Suil and Ke silently looked at the rain nailed to the ice wall, reached out and pressed on the dark red plasma condensed on the ice wall, and felt the paralyzing cold invade the veins, so that the madness in their minds could wake up. The sadness in his heart has reached the extreme, and now it is more chilling - the indifference of the night stars, the chilling thoughts and lies of the night stars, and even the noble and elegant temperament that once yearned for has become disgust.

"Maybe we can't be friends anymore! How can I treat you as a friend when such a thing happens? He said softly, as if he were sighing in a low voice, and his weak voice was swept away by the wind and snow.

For a long time, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly turned around and faced the loyal warrior standing solemnly behind him waiting for orders. He said harshly, "Go back to the camp immediately and take the night stars. If you resist, whether you live or die!" His arm suddenly waved down, like a sharp knife!

The big shaman who had been sitting there suddenly raised his head and looked at Suil and Ke in a dazzle. He obviously felt that the child had changed. Something in his heart was broken and something was growing. A sharp, crazy, resolute and desperate sharp emotion, the kind of grand and indignation that only the emperor had.

The samurai got the order, and the 30 warriors who fell from the sky on the top of the tent left the tent and rushed towards the tribe. The remaining 20 warriors still suppressed the Lion King who had given up struggling.

Suil and Ke walked to the Lion King and looked down at him, looking at the embarrassed and scarred enemy. At this moment, he could not kill this enemy who killed his father, the enemy who destroyed the lives of tens of thousands of warriors. Now Hu Yan is just a poor father who lost his only relative.

His ankles were caught, the Lion King held his ankles with a bloody hand, and the face of a samurai next to him changed greatly - the Lion King's strength was so amazing that he would inevitably do something brazenly hurt people. The samurai was decisive, and the tooth knife he held in his backhand suddenly stabbed down. The tip of the knife pierced the Lion King's wrist, nailed it to the ground fiercely, and stirred the handle of the knife, and the dark red blood spewed out along the blood groove on the knife.

But the Lion King still held Suil and Ke's ankles, raised his head with difficulty, and said hoarsely, "Let me see my daughter, my daughter... my rain... Whoo..." The once majestic Lion King cried silently and begged, which inevitably made people cry. His yellow-brown eyes suddenly burst out slightly, with blood-colored saliva at the corners of his mouth, and the expression on his face was painful and sad.

Suil and Ke sighed gently. The only relative of the ruthless Lion King, his beloved daughter, died tragically. The spirit of the Lion King has collapsed! A generation of heroes, known as the heroes second only to the previous king Bo Ritch Chi Nasi, came to such an end. Night Star, what evil have we done?

He whispered, "Help the Lion King up, let him take a good look at Princess Yumeng, and then watch him go into the tribal dungeon and wait for him to fall! Princess Yumeng's body is collected and the arrow is being pushed out. Don't pull it out. If the body is missing again, you will die!"

The warrior felt the coldness and irresistibleness in the king's tone and replied in unison, "Yes!"

Suil and Ke did not go on. He could no longer bear the cold grief, nor could he face the sadness and pain of the Lion King facing Yu Meng's body. He would rather have a dignified duel with the Lion King on the battlefield, even if he lost, he would have a clear conscience. Although he won this time, it is not the result he wants. The price is too high!

He finally looked at Yu Meng, his beloved girl, and looked at her quiet and soft face. Tears oozing from the corners of his eyes froze into ice under the wind and snow.

The smell of blood and spices on the rain was blown away by the wind, and his beloved rain also drifted away with the wind...

Chinas Camp.

Night stars stumbled back to his tent. Along the way, he finally cried out. He ran wildly in the ice and snow. Tears flowed out of his dark red eyes and were left behind him and frozen into ice. You don't have to worry about maintaining rational restraint in front of so many people, and you can finally cry out with the sad feelings in your heart.

The eyes before the rain died, Suzile and Ke's disbelief... These revolved around him like a blade, spinning and cutting unscrupulously to break him into pieces. He felt cold, wearing only a thin silk robe, and finally felt the deep cold in the ice and snow, as if all his body temperature had passed away with the frozen plasma of the rain. He is like a corpse, running in the pure white ice and snow in the far north.

He lifted the tent, and the warm fire pierced his eyes. He couldn't help covering his face with his hands. He felt like ice and would melt in the firelight. He shouted, "Don't die--" His voice roared like wind and snow.

"Master...Master, what's wrong with you? Come on in!" A warm hand clenched Ye Xingchen's hand and pulled him like a tent. The hand also has a faint fragrance, which smells good, but it is not his favorite smell.

The hand reached to the top of his head and shoulders and patted the snowflakes that fell on him. The heat from his gentle and boneless hands made him feel less panicked. There were tears in his scarlet eyes and he said tremblingly, "Yu Meng... Is that you? Is that you?"

The hand stiffened, as if time had stopped abruptly at that moment. I only heard a girl's voice say sadly, "Master, I'm Uma, I'm your slave, Uma!"

The night star smiled miserably, and his smile was pale and weak. Oh, yes, you are not Yu Meng. Yu Meng is dead because I died. You can't be her..."

Uma was stunned for a moment and couldn't understand what the night stars were talking about. But she could feel the sadness of the night stars at this time. The sadness like the cold tide roared in his body, and the sad and bleak look on the master's face was not like the usual indifferent and peaceful appearance.

"Master, don't stand, sit down and bake the fire for a while. You're frozen. Uma will warm you some sheep's milk and bring you some barbecue..." Uma led Ye Xingchen to sit down by the fire and covered a thick big hive on his thin and slender body. Try to rub his slender and white hands so that the blood inside can flow quickly. Don't think too much. Master, you are frozen. Just warm up, eat something and sleep!"

I don't know why Uma's face became a little red after hearing about Princess Yumeng's death, and even had a soft light in her eyes, with a slightly proud and happy look. Whether it's true or not, if Yu Meng dies, maybe the owner will pay more attention to her!

Uma, who grew up slowly, gradually found her beauty, and the unique charm of barbarian girls was revealed like budding mulberry flowers in spring. She didn't know how many times she looked at her face in the bronze mirror and secretly turned around in her master's aristocratic silk robe to show her soft figure. How many times has she also wanted to have the same fox coat, the same hot pomegranate red horse skirt, the same golden hairpin... Gradually growing up, she has found that her face is no less than the most beautiful pearl on the grassland, but her identity is humble, she can't wear too good clothes, and can't have any luxurious things. ! If she has the same thing as Princess Yumeng, the master will definitely like him!

With so many years of companionship, it is not only her beautiful face, but also the jealousy and jealousy of being a slave in her heart! And the hidden love for the noble master.

But the thoughts of Ye Xingchen are not on her. In the eyes of Ye Xingchen, it is just Yumeng Erdun!

"Master, drink some hot goat milk so that you can warm up!" She carefully held a silver bowl containing goat's milk just poured out of the copper pot on the fire, and the silver bowl became hot in an instant. Master, take a sip and drink while it's hot. It's a little hot. Don't worry. I'll hold the bowl for you. Don't worry!" Uma looked gently at the pale and weak owner, as if she were looking at her favorite lover. The silver bowl was burned by boiling sheep's milk. She felt the pain of her fingers and her face did not change. She still held the bowl smoothly and watched the owner take a small mouthful of sheep's milk, and her heart was satisfied to the extreme!

"What does the master want to eat? Uma will make it for you!" She turned around and put down the bowl and said softly. She didn't find that her voice was more gentle than usual respect.

"No! I don't want to eat anything... I can't eat it!" Ye Xingchen lowered his head and said sullenly. The hair hanging on his forehead covered his face, and only a trace of blood red could be faintly seen in his eyes.

"Can the owner tell Uma what happened? Maybe it feels better to say it!" Uma asked softly and tentatively.

The night star smiled miserably, looked up at the concern on the female slave's face. Her scarlet lips bloomed with a sharp and bleak smile and said, "Yu Meng, my favorite girl, my best friend, because I was killed. Suiler no longer trusts me. I'm afraid we are no longer friends... They hate me! The rain will hate me until death..."