Invator {1}
[Instract] Behind the shocking world, how many tears need to flow, just in exchange for a shocking opening!
After a few heavy snows, the epidemic in the capital finally gradually disappeared in the cold. After the epidemic, even the palace seemed particularly quiet.
The crowd was crowded outside the palace gate, and the cold wind in the middle of the day was swirling. The sound was like the rupture of the ice on the water, and even the air was mixed with a cold chill.
At the moment when the bodyguard opened the palace door, the people who were surrounded by the palace gate rushed up, and there was a deafening noise in an instant. I only heard the people shout; "Evil, the plague is caused by her." Kill this monster that is not a ghost or a ghost." To eliminate harm for the people, thousands of knives." The witch will not be wronged if she dies a hundred times." It's a disaster for the country and the people. Wait...
In the rough iron fence of the prison car, she listened to the vicious words of the people and bit her lower lip until she bit out the blood before she let go and showed a sad smile on her mouth. It doesn't matter if everyone wronged her, because as long as he believes her. However, does he believe her?
She grasped the iron bar tightly. If there were 10,000 ants on her body, she was in severe pain. Her cheeks were full of purulent pimples. Her skin had already been ulcerated. The smell of rottenness irrigated her whole body. The pus was broken, the dry blood stains stuck to her scattered hair, and her face was very ferocious.
The eggs, vegetable leaves, garbage, etc. thrown by the common people led to her to fly away. She was dressed in prison clothes and didn't care about the pain in her body, but only wanted to "die quickly".
The caged prison car finally stopped. She lowered her head and waited for her "time has come". Suddenly, she heard a rapid sound of horses' hoofs, from far to near, and straight to the tip of her heart. She seemed to be afraid and buried her head lower. With a long hiss, the horse was stunned. She was shocked and puzzled in her heart; "Why did he stop? This is obviously his horse. I can tell that since he is here, why don't he come close to me?"
She looked up slightly in doubt, and saw that the man on the horse stepped on the deer leather boots of the blue and purple gold stirreds, and the violet sable cloak in the apricot yellow silk hung all the way down to the socks. The soft and fluffy wind hair of the cloak trembled in the wind, which made him more heroic and inviolable.
The man's voice was low, a little impatient, and he said coldly, "Is it time?"
A little bodyguard had never seen this situation. He was so scared that he trembled all over and knelt down tremblingly and said, "To... It's..." As soon as the words fell, the man on the horse resolutely closed his eyes. As his eyes opened, he held a bow and arrow in his hand.
When she saw his arrow facing her, she closed her eyes in despair, and a great tear fell down her face, cold... It's cold to the bottom of my heart... That cold... It's like you can never get a trace of warmth again... She gasped, opened her mouth wide, and let out a howl like a beast; "Oh... Ah... Oh..."
He listened to her cry and meditated in his heart; "Mo'er, Mo'er, Mo'er" When his eyes met her again, he suddenly pulled his bow. With the release of his hand, the arrow flew to her chest like lightning...