tip of the moon

A bonfire was lit on the wild path, and four or five soldiers gathered around a fire to keep warm.

"But I don't know what those high-ranking people think, sending so many people to travel so far to catch a person," the soldier poohed, "Why did you tell him to run away last time, saying that he couldn't be caught. It would be better to put it more accurately..."

Just as he was talking, the soldier opposite him suddenly elbowed him on the shoulder. He was about to scold his mother when he saw Mu Qinghe ten steps away.

The soldier's face was livid with fright, he didn't expect that Mu Qinghe just glanced at him before returning to his tent.On the contrary, Tang Junshi behind Mu Qinghe gave him a hard look, which made the soldier tremble in fright.

Tang Yun sighed silently in his heart, and quickly followed Mu Qinghe into the tent.

"Qinghe..." Tang Yun thought and thought, but finally couldn't hold back.

"Huh?" Mu Qinghe seemed to be safe and sound, taking off his cloak and sitting cross-legged at the table.

Tang Yun paused again, and finally said: "Qinghe, I believe that I have been with you in the military for more than three years, and you still trust me."

Mu Qinghe raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Why are you saying such things all of a sudden?"

Tang Yun ignored Mu Qinghe's question, and continued: "You just want to pretend to be in front of others, but you can hide it from me? I saw that you saved him that day, and he carried you with blood all over his body. I also noticed it when I came back. I, Tang Yun, don’t think I’m a secular person. If you and Hu Feng really have something..." Mu Qinghe’s sharp eyes startled Tang Yun, and he changed his words abruptly, "Then Well, it's nothing, with your friendship and your rank as a general, you shouldn't be the one to arrest him. The third prince clearly has bad intentions..."

"Tang Yun," Mu Qinghe interrupted suddenly, "Actually, you don't need to come this time, it's just to arrest someone."

Tang Yun stomped her feet anxiously: "I worry about you everywhere, but you despise me instead."

"The Holy Majesty, he has doubts about me, and my father has made things difficult for me. Last time I deliberately let him go out of Beijing, I have repaid his life-saving grace..."

Tang Yun didn't care about her usual gentle manner, so she spat on the ground: "This is not about paying back the money by doing business. Are you really clearing up the relationship if you say it?"

He caressed his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "Anyway, there are no outsiders here, so I'll just say it. The Holy Majesty has acted too hard at this time, and he can be regarded as a real man. Besides, he thinks too highly of Hu The wind is blowing, what kind of situation can such a troubled prince send us to chase so far out of the capital."

Mu Qinghe smiled wryly: "It's not that there is any threat, it's just that his existence is not accepted by human beings. It's like sand in the eyes and thorns in the teeth. It doesn't cause harm, but makes people uncomfortable. Just like you It is uncomfortable to see that man scratching his head and making poses, and seeing that woman falling in love is uncomfortable. They have nothing to do with you, but many people wish they would disappear in the world, because they are different, they are different. Human beings are born like this, and they are afraid of things that are different from themselves. As long as Hu Feng stays in this world for a day, the Holy Majesty will not be able to sit still on the dragon chair."

"Since you know this, why do you still want to hunt down Hu Feng?"

Mu Qinghe closed his eyes slightly, and there was a trace of tiredness on his face that made Tang Yun feel distressed: "Do you still remember the ambition we set when we first set off? My mission is to protect everyone in this country from blood. Infiltrate our homeland, don't let the sorrow hang on the faces of the people... Now that the south is undecided, and the north has repeatedly invaded by foreigners, I don't care about fame, but at this moment, the emperor must not be suspicious of me. I will definitely keep the position of general Only then can I be able to protect what I want to protect..."

"Mu Qinghe, you're just making excuses," Tang Yun slapped the table, "You don't dare to face your heart at all. In my opinion, you can't kill Hu Feng at all."

Tang Jun's ferocious expression made Mu Qinghe a little dazed, the untimely kiss floated into his mind inappropriately, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

"I just still have feelings of guilt, it's normal..." He seemed to be talking to Tang Yun, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "A soldier came to report just now, and they have found Hu Feng's traces. In three days, I will be able to settle this matter."

Tang Yun frowned: "I don't really care about Hu Feng's life, it's just that you don't regret it."

Since that day, Hu Feng has fled for more than ten days. He found a horse at random and drove day and night. He thought that the human emperor would give up, but he was followed by pursuers all the time.

Riding the horse, running aimlessly, the vast land is reflected in his eyes, and he deeply feels that he does not belong to any place.The feeling of despair devoured his spirit and body, and finally in the past few days, the horse accompanying him collapsed to the ground, and he was also thrown heavily to the ground.

In the past few days, it has been rainy and rainy, and his left leg is painful.For some reason, the sword wound wrapped in his armor showed no signs of healing, and the wound on his face was also gradually getting worse.

In the past few days, I only got some dry food from a few farmers, and when I was thirsty, I drank some raw water indiscriminately.He has reached the limit in all aspects, and his head sometimes hurts like tearing.

Recently, he "lived" in a pavilion, and the surrounding farmers all avoided him when they saw his eyes. Thinking of a woman screaming and throwing her clothes basket to the ground, Hu Feng rubbed his hands tiredly. Between eyebrows.

This is probably the border of the human territory in the Central Plains, and the mountains are gradually becoming more and more rugged. If you climb another mountain, you may be able to go to the alien race.

Thinking of this, there was a rustling sound from the grass next to him.A seven or eight-year-old boy got out and put the basket in his hand on the worn steps of the pavilion.The aroma of the food penetrated into Hu Feng's nose, and his stomach, which was unconscious before, suddenly felt empty.

The child brought food over for several days in a row. When Hu Feng first came here, he met the grandparent and grandson by accident. Presumably the old man asked his grandson to bring the food.

After several meals were delivered, the child gradually became curious from initial timidity.The round eyes dared to stay on Hu Feng for a while, but once he found Hu Feng looking at him, he immediately disappeared into the grass and disappeared.

For human beings, Hu Feng has an inexplicable feeling.Ordinary people have no entanglements with him, but whenever he thinks of human beings, the appearance of Hooper before his death will linger in his mind.A terrible desire to destroy would spread in his heart. Looking at the innocent eyes of the child in front of him, he even had the urge to strangle him to death.Hu Feng was startled by his own thoughts.

He looked at his right hand in bewilderment. In fact, he was already too dark, at least he thought so...

Seeing Hu Feng stunned, the child who was a little more daring this time picked up the basket on the steps again, took out a white flour steamed bun and handed it to Hu Feng.

"Brother, Ying'er will give you steamed buns." A childish voice sounded, and Hu Feng's nose felt a little sore for a while.

He stared blankly at the little hand in front of him.Once, there was a person who reached out to him when he was most helpless, and put a kiss on his rough lips. At that time, he thought that this would be the hope to support him...

Hu Feng, who reached out to pick up the steamed buns, suddenly shrank his pupils, and turned around and hugged the child tightly in his arms.The sound of arrows piercing flesh came from the back shoulder, and Hu Feng let out a muffled snort.

Looking back, a soldier was hiding in the grass, with the bowstring in his hand, as if he was about to shoot a second arrow.Regardless of the pain, Hu Feng flew out the dagger on his waist and sank into the man's chest. The soldier fell into a pool of blood in response.

The child in his arms was struggling desperately, and Hu Feng wanted to comfort him, but he saw that his little face was full of panic, and his pink face was also stained with a trace of blood.Just as he was about to wipe it off for him, the child fell back and sat on the ground as if hiding.

No crying, just trembling all over.After getting up, he ran back to the grass with a pale face and never looked back.

Hu Feng stood there dumbfounded, blood dripping from the wound on his shoulder to the ground, forming bright circular prints one by one.

Ha, did even one leave him, he...isn't a monster...

Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the arrow from his shoulder, and the twisted posture made the wound even bigger.Blood splattered on his face, leaving a deep red.

After roughly bandaging it with the clothes of the dead soldiers, Hu Feng knew that he could only limp and walk towards the mountain not far away.

As long as you pass there, it is another leader's territory.

The strange thing is that all living beings always have the desire to survive, and when they staggered halfway, Hu Feng suddenly felt amused, what was he still struggling with?

The rain started to fall, and one or two pursuers appeared on the road from time to time. It seemed that they no longer had the intention of killing him, but led him to a place with half dozen and half lead.

Forget it, it doesn't matter what they want.

When he climbed the last wet rock, he saw the man waiting for him not far away.

Is this the reward for climbing to the top?

The wind on the top of the mountain is blowing loudly, like a horn on the battlefield.There is a small flat bottom at the top of the mountain, with a hundred-foot cliff and continuous mountains on one side, and a low-lying area on the other. Through the mist, you can vaguely see the silhouettes of the village where Hu Feng once lived and the ruined trees in autumn.Unexpectedly, I can see the magnificence of mountains and rivers with him here.

Hu Feng stuck the sword on the ground and tried his best to straighten his back.

His feelings for this person have become complicated, but there is still something in his chest that unbearably beats faster.

Such a trace of emotion wanted to flow out, but he suppressed it.Come out again...press down again...

Rain poured down.

He still doesn't know his humble feelings towards him, and he wants to say it at this last moment, but he still can't.There was no way to even say that sentence again.

He didn't know if his expression was terribly distorted, because at this moment, his feelings for this person were terribly strong.But, there is no need to be nervous anymore, no need to hide it anymore, no need to think about what kind of expression is appropriate in front of him, no need to look at him blankly because he can't think of a suitable expression. with him.

Mu Qinghe looked at Hu Feng and frowned.He moved his lips to say something, but Hu Feng walked over before him.

Hu Feng pressed his lips to Mu Qinghe's ear, almost half of his body collapsed on his body.The smell of blood pierced his nose, and Mu Qinghe felt a slight pain in his heart. Gradually, the pain spread, making him want to reach out and hold him.

Hu Feng opened his chapped lips, slowly changed his mouth shape, paused every word, but he didn't utter a single syllable from the beginning to the end, only the sound of heavy panting mixed with the sound of rain.Suddenly, he pushed Mu Qinghe away and sneered several times.

Mu Qinghe's clenched fists couldn't help shaking, and he saw Hu Feng staggering back two steps.Raindrops rolled over his face and slid off his chin.The black hair once praised by Mu Qinghe stuck to his neck and shoulders messily.The battle clothes, which had been cherished by the master in every possible way, had already lost their former luster under the water of muddy water, and dark red blood stains faintly seeped from them.

Mu Qinghe will never forget the look in Hu Feng's eyes at that time. The emotions that once flickered in his eyes now surged out unobtrusively, but mixed with endless loss and hatred, and even an impulse buried in it... …Like a frightened little animal, at the last moment, it finally bared its fangs in despair, ready to pounce on the hunter's throat.

But in the end he didn't...

He could hardly stand still, he stumbled and moved towards the cliff step by step, the prosthetic limb made of metal dragged a deep mark on the ground.

Mu Qinghe's chest twitched. Seeing that person step by step towards the death he designed, he felt that he was going crazy, and his mind was full of thoughts that he couldn't let him die.

He swooped down on the cliff.The man looked at him with a very peaceful smile.

That was the first time Mu Qinghe saw a smile on Hu Feng's face. It was very faint, but it softened his tough face, so fragile that Mu Qingfeng couldn't bear to look directly at it.

"Mu Qinghe," he called in a very soft voice before jumping off the cliff.Even though the rain was loud, Mu Qinghe could still hear clearly, "Hate, you."