Lian Jun

After two years of dormancy, the act took place one afternoon when Bolton left the palace for hunting.The righteous soldiers have been training secretly for a long time, and headed by the eldest prince of the previous king, they want to kill the rebels and replace the tribe with a just new king.

Bolton has always been self-sufficient. The stable life of wealth and luxury over the years has eliminated the ambition of the prime of life, but some people are young and broke their own bones in a foreign land to start anew, enduring the humiliation and coming back after a narrow escape.

He wants to pay back the blood debt of his childhood in a stroke.

He believed that there was no longer any threat on this grassland. From the night when he raised his troops and won the victory, he firmly believed that the gods stood by his side as a brave man.There were not many people waiting for the safari camp, only a few personal soldiers galloped along, and the white-haired wolf king he had always been proud of, and the rest were waiting in the camp.

Over the years, I would occasionally think of my eldest brother's family, and the naive child who escaped from his hands.But at the age of five, he only clamors for beautiful horses, exquisite colts, bows and arrows, and a pampered doll.Without a trace in the sea of ​​fire, even if he escapes by chance, he will die in the snow, rain, wind and frost on the grassland.

And when he shot a fur deer steadily and fiercely, dozens of cold arrows struck here, and he rolled over and fell off the horse, avoiding a round.

He competes, and someone chases him.

The personal guards blew the bone whistle to call for help, loud and clear throughout the sky.The wolf king surrounded him, growling in warning.

When he saw the rebels who were expelled by him, he still had a bit of disdain.He has already heard the sound of trampling horseshoes in the wind, and they are running towards him.

Until, after seeing the rebel army disperse, the boy who rode out had a face resembling his father.Younger and fresher than his father, the moment he looked at each other, the blood in his whole body froze!

The rebel army who opposed him in the past supported the legitimate son of the former king.Tazhu also came along with the reinforcements, and the old priest held up the festival and shouted——

Praise the gods, obey the hearts of the people, punish the rebels, and embrace the new king!

In this situation, there are those who look forward to the light, some who turn against them in time, and some who are unwilling to do so and want to fight to the death.

The killing was unavoidable, and Mingyun was among them. Except for the appearance of the people from the Central Plains, his clothes were no different from those of the grassland people.Everyone saw that this native from the Central Plains reined in his horse and rushed into the army without fear, relying only on a sharp sword. There was no blood on the shiny sword.

Ming Yun's eyes followed his little apprentice habitually.Only then did he realize that He'an, who was almost eighteen, had been breaking away from his protection area, brandishing a scimitar with a look of disregard for life and death, constantly fighting, approaching Bolton who was waiting for an opportunity to retreat under heavy protection.

His lifelong hatred, blood and tears are all there.

Mingyun lost his horse and chased after him. He became anxious and wanted to kill him with one blow. He killed so hard all the way that many tribal troops all avoided him by coincidence.

It's a pity that it was not He'an who caught Bolton in the end, but Zag who led another team to lurk and predict the opponent's back.

The general's son, with every arrow in his sights, drove Bolton off his horse again.The bow that shot Bolton was the favorite bow of the former Great Arrow General.

In the bloody wind, the grassland was dyed rouge, and the wind blowing over the grass was fishy and salty, bitter in the mouth, and sore in the eyes.Wars and armours, many years of long-cherished wishes, years of nightmares, deep-seated hatred, once risen, finally become peaceful again.

Before the new king was established, the most respected Tazhu priest advocated that Bolton be put in a deep prison, waiting for the trial of the people and the punishment of the gods.

He'an has no time to care about who the new king is. With him, many evils have not yet been realised.He hadn't recovered from the fighting, the dirty blood on his body was still wet, and the turbulent killing intent in his chest hadn't subsided, he was surrounded by people into the rebuilt palace, which was more magnificent than before, and sat in the past. The position of the father.

Looking down at the subjects kneeling and worshiping under the leadership of the priest, he was a little dazed, as if they were calling the name of the former king, the truly great king who loved the people like a son.The queen mother will stand beside her father and take the young him and his younger brothers and sisters to accept the cheers and worship of the people.

But they are all gone.

In this world, he has no family after all.

He suddenly thought of a person, and eagerly looked for his figure in the crowd, but finally saw nothing.

Outside the main hall, on the long corridor, there was an extremely exhausted man lying on the ground to rest, holding a sword in his arms, with a bloody wolf skin in his hand, only a few spots and the color of the snow-white fur could be distinguished.The dark blue robe on the man's body was dyed a dark purple, and the scratches made by the three sharp claws on the shoulders were deep enough to show the bone.

He'an finally saw his master, in the witch doctor's tent, and it was almost the last time.

This Central Plains man who dared to kill the grassland wolf king almost died under the wolf king's steel claws that almost pierced his heart.

Whether it will survive is still unknown.

He'an stayed in the master's tent until sunset, quietly wiping the blood off his face and body.At nightfall, he took the smelly and dirty wolf skin with dried blood and went to the dungeon.

As the new king, he removed all the guards and threw the wolf king's fur in front of the man.

Wearing a heavy shackle, Bolton was forced to look up at the young man in front of him.After seeing the dead wolf king, his eyes trembled for a moment.But the expression on his face quickly changed from the previous shock and anger to deep contempt and disdain.

He'an often saw such haughty eyes when he was a child.Because his mother was from the Central Plains, Bolton looked down on his elder brother who confused the noble blood of the grassland tribes, let alone He'an who was of mixed blood.

He is proud from the bottom of his heart. Among the brothers, he is clearly the best, but the position that should belong to him is given to an elder brother who is inferior to him in everything and married a woman from the Central Plains!

How can he not hate?

Hean?new king?Heh, a bastard born of mixed blood, in the end, like his father, he relied on a Central Plains man to be able to compete with him.

"Little bastard, do you think it's justifiable for you to sit in this position?" Bolton's low sneer echoed in the empty prison, and he said, "Did you escape to the Central Plains before? Asylum will come back with life."

"You are as incompetent as your father, indecisive, and you think you value love and righteousness."

"Even if I die, it's not because of your ability, but because of my bad luck."

Just like when he succeeded to the throne back then, it wasn't that he was not good enough, but that he didn't get the favor of the gods.But fortune will always rotate, and if the opportunity that belongs to him does not come, he will fight for it by himself.

"Did you hear me? Little bastard."

He wanted to kill the other party's heart, but the other party's expression was as usual, except for a pair of green eyes, which were mysterious, deep and terrifying under the light of the dim lights in the prison.

Like a calm, dormant wolf waiting to go.

He'an undid his shackles and returned his long knife to him.On the other hand, he pulled out a precious sword from his waist, and when it was unsheathed, the snow was shining brightly, and it was unparalleled in sharpness.

There is a flowing cloud pattern engraved on the junction of the sword body and the dragon handle.

"He is my master, he has saved me and taught me."

"The people you killed were my parents, my siblings."

"There will be no one else tonight. I will kill you with my own hands."

.........

On the day Mingyun woke up, he didn't know how long he had been in a daze, but he only remembered that it should be after dusk, because the light that came in after He'an opened the tent was a faint red afterglow.The young man's figure was already slender and straight, half of his face was sunken in the shadow, and half was exposed to the sun's rays.

He was too far away, and Mingyun still couldn't see his expression clearly.As usual, he raised his hand to beckon him, seeing the other party's reluctance, he slowly moved over.Only then did I realize that my hands were as soft as cotton, and I had no strength left in my body.

Opening his mouth with difficulty, he spit out a sentence in a breathless manner.

"come over……"

The words were too short and clear, and I don't know if the kid who was sticking like a stick heard it.

He'an came over, bowed his head and sat down beside him, remaining silent as usual.The whole person's state is soft and obedient, just like facing his favorite Jiangtang in Yunzhou.

Not all the same.

Until Ming Yun carefully saw a long dark red scar under his left cheek and near his neck, and further down, he could see the gauze that couldn't cover the neckline.The strong herbal aura on his body was comparable to his own.

The two masters and apprentices, one injured on the left and the other on the right, were even symmetrical, and they couldn't live with this face.

But he remembered that the little apprentice before was still fine.

"Who hurt it?" Ming Yun asked.Due to the lack of strength, the question was light, and it sounded extraordinarily gentle.

He'an replied habitually: "It doesn't hurt."

It's always like this, no pain, no pain, no fear of death.Ming Yun suddenly remembered that when he was ten years old, the stubborn child dragged his injured leg and chased him all the way without saying a word.He couldn't stand it anymore, so he carried him back, gave him medicine, and taught him: You don't need to rely on anyone, but the master can.

He didn't like meddling in other people's business the most, but He An really became his apprentice, so he was no longer someone else.

He'an was a little bewildered by Master's sudden gaze, and explained again: "Really, it doesn't hurt."

The most painful time is over.

"I hurt." Ming Yun looked at him and said.

The boy still wanted to ask him where it hurt, but his master never said it hurt, he was more tolerant than him.I want to open the wound to see, but I don't know where to start.

Seeing his dumbfounded look, Ming Yun couldn't help laughing, and when he laughed, he touched the wound and it really hurt.

The pain of hair and skin is still there, and it will be healed in one day.But it hurts, but it's really uncontrollable...