Xiu Ye and Emperor X

Chapter 35

The corpses began to rot, white bugs crawled around in the black eye sockets, the heavy rain washed away the stench, the stumps and arms were broken, it was hard to tell who was who, some were soldiers, and one or two pieces remained on their arms some of them were civilians, and half of their bodies were tied with clothes dyed purple and black.

Crowds of corpses and seas of blood.

Xiubai bit her lip hard, her eyes turned red.

The scene in front of me seemed to blend with the battlefield of the Tang Dynasty.

We fought to the death in the blood so that our people would not suffer.

But what does this count?

He even saw the little limp, limp and purple baby's corpse!

The child lost his head and his arms were hanging down limply. Beside him, a woman with disheveled clothes and her breasts exposed was lost in anger. She tilted her head and held the child in her arms tightly with one hand.

Before she died, she probably didn't know that the child's head had been smashed.

Xiubai took a deep breath, the air was turbid and dirty, full of resentment and wailing, the corpses left here have not been claimed, they are worse than white-haired people sending black-haired people, their family members died long ago Together.Let's go on the road together, and it's good to have a companion in Huangquan.He took out the spirits from the bag, it was given by Brother Beggar, but he never thought that it would be used to pay homage to the souls of the dead.After a few bumps, seven or eight wine jars smashed and poured over the corpse, took out the fire bag, blew, and threw the small flames on the corpse, mixed with resentment, and burned into a sky-high fire.Even the torrential rain could not stop the flames from spreading.Black smoke rose and hovered in the sky for a long time, unwilling to dissipate, like the last touch of nostalgia.

"farewell."

Holding the umbrella, Xiubai turned around and walked back.

Thank you brother beggar for the wine, thank you again.

Next time, I will take Brother Beggar to see the five poisonous long-legged sisters.

Stepping on the rainwater and leaving, there was a crackling sound behind him, and the smell of meat mixed with the smell. He stopped, raised his head, and listened to his ears. Only those scumbags are the only ones who go in and out openly!With a whistle, Li Feisha was called out, got on his horse, and flung people far away while he was breathing. Only when he ran to a safe enough position did the people on the other side just arrive.Now that he is injured, let's tolerate it for the time being. When he recovers from his injury, one by one, come to fight if he refuses to accept it!

Master Xiu's bright eyes shone with a fierce wolf-like light.

Kill these bastards! ! !

Leaving all the way, walking on small paths, old roads, heavy rains and dead trees, cold and lifeless, just like this city.

Yanjing, the ancient capital of thousands of years, has been reduced to this point. A gust of wind made him red-eyed.

Ibrahimovic poked out half of his head in his arms, shaking his ears against the wind and rain, squinting his watery eyes: "This is the Yuan Dynasty. During the Kublai Khan period, what do you want?"

"kill!"

With a word of coldness, he gritted his teeth, like an ancient wild beast baring its claws, white and cold, cold and violent, tearing the enemy to pieces step by step.

"There were eleven emperors in the Yuan Dynasty, and they lived and died for 97 years. Well, do you really want to do it?"

"what."

His slender and straight body is like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. He is sitting on horseback, holding an umbrella in one hand and reining in the rein in the other. , that cold and clear murderous aura turned the whole person into a fierce person, making it painful for the eyes to look directly at.

A gust of wind whizzed past and blew bent tree branches mixed with rainwater, splashing on people's faces and scratching them painfully.

Ibrahimovic opened his mouth: "..."

"What did you say……"

The wind was too strong and Xiubai couldn't hear clearly.

Ibrahimovic stretched out his little paws and rubbed his face, with a frustrated look on his face: "Well, it's up to you, and you can vent it." It thinks it is still a conscientious system, compared to the unscrupulous and laissez-faire neighbor next door. Its host is really quite conscientious when it comes to ravaging the world. Its host is a good young man with three views, so it is also a good system for positive three views: "Before you kill the emperor, remember to fill it with dragon balls."

"not in the mood."

Master Xiu was deeply upset.

This is the most disgusting era, second only to the Japanese devils.

"Fool." Ibrahimovic sighed: "If you kill him, the time and space will immediately collapse. The only thing that can compensate is the dragon energy. If you bury the dragon balls in the imperial capital, even if the dynasty has been vacant for nearly a hundred years, this time and space will last until the founding of the next dynasty." The emperor appears."

"After Yuan comes Ming?"

His memory is a little confused, and many things are blurred.

I didn't drink Mengpo soup to kill myself.

"A very awesome beggar emperor!" The pointed ears moved, cute and alluring.

Xiubai grabbed it unceremoniously, and Ibrahimovic, who felt quite good in the hand, squeaked.

"You mouse?"

"Ibrahimovic! Have you never seen Pokemon?"

"...Hehe..." He was just surprised that there was really a system to treat himself as Ibrahimovic...

He ran all the way back to the couple's house through the mud, got off the horse, and let Li Feisha go. As soon as Li Feisha was free, he immediately hid far away and wiped the ladder on the grass. This kind of cleanliness can't be cured.Get off the horse, with wild mushrooms and pheasants in your hands. The two old men at the door are still sitting quietly, forming a world of their own. If you don’t talk, they won’t talk to you. The old man ignored him, Xiubai borrowed the kitchen and went in to light a fire.

Not to mention full marks for cooking skills, at least the taste is good.

Light the fire and start the stove, wash the big iron pot and put the oil in it, chop the pheasant into pieces and stir-fry, add salt and wait for half-cooked, wash the wild mushrooms and tear them in half, put them in the pheasant and stew until slightly rotten, then serve Put it in a big bowl, then add the cooked rice and serve it on the table.

It's gray and a little cold outside all day,

After autumn, the weather will get colder and colder. The old man is fine now wearing a few layers of commoner clothes, but it will not be so easy in the future.

Wait a few days for him to go up the mountain to see if there are any beasts with thick fur, and bring back a few horses to make winter clothes, thanks to the full sewing skills, okay.The grace of dripping water is reciprocated by the spring.

"I cooked, you can eat some."

Xiubai squatted, the old man smiled and said: "You eat first, eat first."

They are old and don't know how much time they have left to live, so it is only reasonable to stick to young people.

Xiubai's eyes became sore, and she said softly, "Then I'll keep it for you."

He took a large bowl to pull out the stewed chicken with wild mushrooms, put some more chicken on a plate and put it aside.He brought another bowl of water to wash the mushrooms to remove the spicy taste, and put them into the child's mouth. He squinted and giggled.He smiled brightly and didn't know the sorrows of the world, Master Xiu couldn't help but bent down and patted his head and laughed.

The child was sitting on the bench, a small one, soft and tender.

He stretched out his cold and soft fingertips to lightly touch the warm and smooth cheeks, and suddenly there was a bruised and purple corpse of a baby who had lost his head, so small, even younger than this child, he couldn't even speak.

There was a soft, wet touch from the fingertips.

The child's round, dark eyes flickered, making people's hearts melt.

Xiubai smiled slightly and continued to feed him.

The rice for the children was poorly cooked, soft and slightly thicker than porridge. He looked at the rice jar of the old man, and there was not much rice in it. Most of the dry rice was used today, and the remaining rice was less than half. bowl.Tomorrow will be enough, and the red medicine will be replenished the day after tomorrow, and he should be able to move Bing Xin.

Feed the mushrooms, the children are very sensible, they will eat obediently without crying or fussing, and they are not picky eaters.Easy to feed, Xiubai is full of joy, such a soft and cute child is the most lovable.

"Master, how old is this child?"

The old man replied after a long time: "One and a half years old."

"What's his name?"

"...I didn't come to be famous, his father called him Bao'er."

The woman sighed faintly.

"Bao'er?" Xiubai passed it in his mouth, his eyes bright and warm, picked up the child, and called him in a low voice: "Bao'er, Bao'er."

"What a good name."

"Yeah...a good name... When Yuan soldiers came in, our old couple went up to the mountain to pick wild vegetables and escaped. The child's father didn't know whether he was alive or not, and the child's mother hid Bao'er in a water tank and survived... But the child's mother..." Tears welled up from the corners of his cloudy eyes, he wiped away the tears with wrinkled hands, sniffed his nose, and kept silent, for he was afraid that he would cry uncontrollably.

Grief is forcibly suppressed in a hard shell.

If you don't move at all, if you touch a little air outside, it will be completely cracked, and you will be sobbing.

They are still alive, and they still have grandchildren to raise.

Xiubai lowered his eyes, his long hair covered them, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. After a long time, he suddenly raised his head and said firmly: "My name is Xiubai, from Luoyang, please save my life. Before I leave, I will take care of Bao’er, your enemy, and I will hold you.” So, please don’t be sad, please cry loudly.

"revenge?"

The old man murmured.

The woman continued: "How did you get revenge? A heroic man like General won't be left alive after death, and those Yuan people are all beasts! That's a way to hold revenge..." Her words were full of sadness and anger. Anger, and resignation.If people have hope, they are considered alive. Without hope, they are just walking corpses. The light in their eyes was extinguished by the blood in their eyes as early as when the city was massacred.

They even began to resent the generals guarding the city.

If he didn't resist, maybe he wouldn't be so miserable.

But they didn't dare to hate. If a person's backbone is lost, is he still called a human?

Xiubai can understand this kind of thinking.

Before they fight the Sirius Army, they will try their best to resettle the people in the city, and they will die in a hundred battles, but the people are innocent.The defenders in the front will never back down, and the ones in the back let Wanhua Tiangong dig a tunnel directly to the mountain forest. Once they lose their defense, the people still have a way to survive.

But there is no heavenly craftsmanship, no magic tricks of the Tang Sect, just ordinary people here.

A group of people who don't want to lose their backbone but are like walking dead.

Master Xiu sighed faintly, he wanted to help them get their souls back.

After eating, feed the children, cut firewood to boil water, take a bath for yourself and the children, put the remaining half of the clean hot water in the basin, go out and call: "Help you put the hot water, your two elders Let's wash it." His eyes turned on the table, but the food didn't move at all, he slowly retracted and carried the white, tender, steaming child back to the room.

The bedroom and the main room are only separated by a curtain.

He stretched out his hand to poke the child: "Bao'er, Bao'er, can you talk?"

Bao'er looked at him innocently with watery eyes.

"Come on, call me."

"..."

"Be good." He took out the small windmill and said, "I'll give you a call."

"...mother..."

"What?"

Master Xiu was startled for a moment, turned his head, and his neck clucked. What did the child call him just now?

Bao'er smiled, grabbed the windmill with one hand, and said vaguely, "Niao Nian..."

Ha ha……

He was smeared with malice... Damn the big windmill...

The author has something to say: Mr. Xiu was so full of malice that his face was full of baa ha ha ha... You all hate me, baa baa... ignore me...