A bondage

The melted snow seeped into the land, and the wind roared, like a sob from hell. There is a smell of blood in the air, which spreads on the snow with the wind.

She tried to escape from this place of right and wrong, but her feet could not move. The permeated blood fog dazzled her eyes, her soul was restless in her body, and the messy thoughts in her mind seemed to tear her to pieces.

The sword rubbed against the ground and made a sound, gradually approaching. She suddenly felt a cold behind her scratching her skin, and then a cold sword put on her neck, and she frowned slightly. The blood soaked her dress, her ** ankles, and the piercing cold.

The sword light lit up her face and burned her eyes painfully. A few strands of long blue hair were cut off by the blade of the sword and fell on the hilt of the sword holder.

"Feng Annihilation, you shouldn't come back." She resisted the aggressive cold and let out a faint sigh.

The person behind him was not in a hurry to answer, but gave a slight gasp and seemed to endure great pain. Blood dripped from between the kings, slid through the sharp tip of the sword, fell on her shoulder, and dyed her clothes red.

"I won't escape." Feng Yu replied word by word, and Shengsheng smashed the silence.

"We can't escape." She looked calmly in front of the distance, with tears on her cheeks. The black shadow in the distance quickly surrounded, like a dark surge, devouring the remaining light.

*

At night.

The former king was nailed to a blood-stained wooden frame, with heavy iron chains on his hands and feet. His shoulder blades were pierced by a huge iron lock, and the blood had already solidified into a scab. The king is like a humiliated prisoner of war fixed on a wooden frame with an expressionless face.

A figure came faintly from the dark, slowly walked in front of him, and looked at his face with a dim light. Feng Annihilated ignored it and looked straight ahead, as if to see the end of the prison.

The man who came was suddenly a little angry, and the person in front of him was already scarred - the monarch, who even abandoned the country and the people, should have surrendered to himself in a cowardly manner - but such a disdainful expression made him feel that it was a humiliation.

"Don't you want to know her situation?" The man suppressed the anger in his heart and pretended to be calm.

The king was finally a little moved. He looked down at the person who came, and then simply closed his eyes. She is not from Lan Yu. Let her go." The voice was a little low because it was dry, but it was not the tone of the request, but the order.

The man suddenly sneered. Oh, you don't want to escape because you can't let her go? She is not your family, so why do you have to protect her?

The king frowned and could not deny it.

They have long blue hair, dark pupils contain deep loneliness and sadness, and even a tacit understanding that others can't reach. She can always understand his thoughts, his helplessness and helplessness, and they are silent with each other in time. So much so that he was distracted for a moment when he saw her - maybe it's just that he felt sorry for each other?

The man sensed his bitter smile and snorted coldly, "How long can you protect her?" Now that Ziguan has been broken by the Orange King, the white border is in danger, and the young master is also difficult to protect himself. How can he have time to take care of his unrelated sister?

It seems that he knows everything well. The seal is speechless.

"I won't be depressed enough to exchange her for anything. When the time comes, I will let her go." The man smiled contemptuously, and then wiped off the grease dripping from the oil lamp with his hand. He deliberately paused for a moment, and his tone suddenly became sharp: "But you are different. You, the king of Lan Yu, I want your head to pay tribute to my king to tell the spirit of the former king of Chiyuan.

The king opened his eyes impatiently and watched the man walk out of the dark prison, and then let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the back of the man leaving, his name was vaguely called out - Cenxuan.

What is your ambition?

*

The huge team passed through the surging crowd, and the noisy market suddenly calmed down. The curious crowd poked their heads and looked at the embarrassed prisoners in the iron fence. The king in the prison car had already lost his former arrogance. His long blue hair was stained with sticky blood and dust, and he hung down feebly, looking lifeless and bleak.

The huge iron lock penetrated his Jiang Bang, and his whole right arm had lost consciousness. He had already been unable to resist the heartbreaking pain. He had no time to care about the expressions of those people in the world looking at him, indifference, sarcasm, and even great joy. He lowered his eyes and looked expressionless. It seems that even raising his eyes will make him tired.

He couldn't see how sad and sorry it was in the surging crowd and those sad eyes.

*

The afterglow of the sunset reflected strange brilliance on the fine silk lines. The king was wrapped in silver silk thread, and his neck was strangled with blood. As if as he moved, the arrogant head would fall down.

He is like the weakest cocoon in nature, struggling powerlessly in the closed space, but forever.

He even has time to enjoy the indignation of falling from nobility to humbleness in the future.

He hasn't forgotten the past, and he is also the master of a high position. It's ridiculous. He worshiped himself as a king, but only to the people who loved him, the people who shed blue blood like him, brought disaster to the end.

The bloodline of the king, whom they desperately want to protect, is so incompetent that even the life of the saved life has to be manipulated sadly.

He would rather die bravely on the battlefield. How could he let the soul soaked in the blood of the people be ruthlessly worn out and destroyed...

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked up at the remnant sun at dusk as a king...

*

Without warning, the sight was blocked by a dark shadow, and the humiliation given by the world was also blocked.

He vaguely heard the people shouting under the stage:

Night left envoy.

The king raised his eyes with difficulty, but what he saw was the face of a strange teenager. A long black hair up to the waist, with incredible regret in his eyes.

Despite the surprised eyes of the people around him, he raised his arm and tore the silver-white silk thread wrapped around the king. The severe pain made the king gasp, but his attention was obviously not here. At the moment when he still had time to react, the comer had picked him up, tyrannically and decisively.

The king was powerless to resist and frowned at the teenager's face. It seems strange, but there is something that will be extracted from my mind.

"Night Left Envoy." The low voice echoed in the air. The dull air is almost suffocating.

The person's body was slightly stagnant, and the huge pressure suddenly invaded. He couldn't help taking a step back.

"Is it worth it for you to do this?" Cen Hyun's voice was indifferent without a trace of emotion.

It is rare for the teenager to have a smile on his face. Worth it? There are some things that can't be measured by value.

If the value can be measured, who is willing to defend a seemingly irrelevant person in the name of betrayal?

The teenager paused, and then moved forward without hesitation without hesitation.

Everyone was obviously shocked and automatically got out of the way and watched the cold teenager leave with the injured prisoner in his arms.

Cen Hyun actually had no intention of stopping them. He looked at the two figures indifferently and disappeared into the night. Broken silver silk thread sprinkled all over the sky.

"Night, you will eventually pay the price for betraying my king."

In the chaotic crowd, the plain-faced woman stood silently beside Cen Hyun and was not moved by the sudden change. The king suddenly felt a little sad when he saw the woman in the plain white dress.

He failed the woman who was saved by the clan, and he tried his best to protect the people. However, the person who stood up and rescued him from the brink of death was not her.