Master wants to hug

Qilian's official road was as deserted as the sergeant said, and there were no people on the road.

The world has been settled for the first time, and people's livelihood is in decline, which is the case everywhere.

Fang Su drank a few glasses of wine before he felt that the wound did not hurt so much.

As soon as Xiao Luo took the throne, there was an incident of assassinating the Marquis. The guards didn't even notice it. She was afraid that this would shake people's hearts, so she increased her defenses. Besides, no one knew about the injury except the doctors who had been with the army for several years.

This is also one of the reasons why Fang Su left Zhongzhou in such a hurry.

"When is it?"

"Go back to Lord Hou, it's time to apply."

"It's getting late, can Master Hou want to rest?"

Fang Su said: "Alright. Stop."

She opened the curtain, and the village was faintly visible not far away.

"Does Hou Ye want to rest there?"

Fang Su rubbed his temples and said, "No need."

She is not an upright official, and with such an identity, going to live in ordinary people's homes will cause countless troubles.

Immediately, a sergeant passed on her intention, and the whole team stopped, garrisoned, and cooked.

Fang Su took a policy theory to read, and after a while, the smell of rice wafted to her nostrils.

She looked up, and saw that the village was still deserted, with no smoke from the kitchen.

Fang Su frowned and said, "Come here."

The sergeant standing beside the carriage said, "Your Majesty."

"Send a team to look at that village." Fang Su said, and then began to look down at Ce Lun.

"Yes."

After a while, there was a rapid sound of horseshoes.

The sergeant dismounted in front of her car and said, "Master Hou, something has happened!"

Fang Su raised his eyes and said, "What?"

The sergeant said: "Everyone in that village was killed!"

In troubled times, it is common for a village to be slaughtered. Those who seek profit, fame, and power naturally don't care about the lives of these people.

But now it is not Zhou Dynasty, but Daqi.

Since this place is the land of Daqi, this person is a citizen of Daqi, so she can't ignore it.

"What about the rest?"

"It's all in place."

Fang Su nodded and said: "The order goes on, the rear team stays where it is, and the front team follows me."

She got off the carriage and got on the horse. She moved neatly. Does she look injured?

However, the wound was torn apart a little bit, and her lips turned white from the pain.

It was only when Fang went back that he realized that what the sergeant said was not too exaggerated, but that he was really killed.

The corpses were lying on the ground in all directions, and the rammed loess ground was soaked in blood and would sink under footsteps. There was not only blood on the ground, but also feces and urine and food that had become mushy. Obviously, the people who died later were frightened into this.

Fang Su picked apart a male corpse nearby, and found that the incision was not neat.

It's not peaceful here, bandits often come and go, Xiao Luo wanted to deal with it, but the world was initially settled, so he never vacated.

Fang Su said: "Look around, see if there are any survivors."

Dozens of people were ordered to go in, but what was dragged out of the room were corpses one after another.

A sergeant came out with a baby in his arms, wrapped in a red quilt with golden carps embroidered on it.

The child may only be a few months old, with a delicate face, but his throat has been cut.

"Buried." Fang Su looked at it and said, "It's all buried."

"Master Hou, there are too many corpses. If they are all buried, I'm afraid there will be a delay for a few days. The situation is unknown at the moment, so stay here in case something goes wrong..."

Fang Su said lightly, "This Marquis said they were all buried."

"Yes, Lord Hou."

Fang Su never listened to persuasion, it was useless to talk too much, why bother to make her unhappy?

Fang Suxu was too impatient to wait, so he rode his horse and turned into the village.

Hell on earth is nothing more than that.

There is still etiquette on the battlefield, the corpse is sent back, and the surrendered general is not killed...

Fang Su's eyes were deep and deep, and he didn't say a word.

The smell of blood was so strong that it was almost suffocating.

Click.

Fang Su drew out his sword, she heard it, and it was the coffin that made the sound.

The house is surrounded by coffins, but the dead are all lying on the ground.

Fang Su looked up at the plaque on the gate - Dengxianju, with pale paper lanterns hanging on it, which was also spattered with blood at this time.

It is a shop where paper-wrapping people make coffins.

The man lying on the coffin was dressed better. Although the clothes were made of cloth, they were new and embroidered with some patterns. The children in his arms were probably sons and daughters. Several teenagers with papers in their hands were lying on the bed. By the side, it seems, dude.

And the sound came from the coffin under the boss.

Several coffins were opened, probably by the group to see if anyone was hiding in the coffins.

She removed the body and opened the coffin with a sword.

The things inside made a soft sound, the sun was too bright, she tried her best to see Fang Su standing against the light, but it was still a vast expanse of whiteness, she probably felt that someone was coming to save her, so she stretched out her hand and whimpered: "Hug .”

Fang Su frowned.

The child couldn't see her clearly, but she could see the child clearly.

There are still tears on the face carved in powder and jade.

This child...was born much better.

Fang Su didn't approach, and said, "What's your name?"

She once saw a crying child of a foreign race being picked up by the general, but stabbed in the chest with a knife.

The child said aggrievedly, "Yueming."

The child was wearing a thin light-yellow skirt, and his hands were only focused on wiping away his tears. There was nowhere to hide a weapon on his body.

"Master Hou," the person who searched nearby also arrived, said, "No living person was found."

After he finished speaking, he saw such a beautiful child, he was taken aback, and said, "This is?"

Fang Su said: "I'm afraid he is the only living person in this village." She stuck the sword back.

Just now when she came over, some of the corpses had signs of struggle, and they were holding swords. Lian's son was dead, but such a little baby was still alive. It was really unbelievable.

In particular, the corpse seemed to have been deliberately moved there to conceal it.

"Let's go." Fang Su said, addressing the child.

The child tried to climb out of the coffin, but it may have been too long, his feet were numb, and he fell to the ground all at once.

She looked at her bloodshot arm, feeling extremely wronged, but Fang Su looked at her impatiently.

"Hold her back." Fang Su said firmly.

The sergeant took the lead and walked towards the child.

Yueming refused to let her be hugged, and resisted very much.

"Master Hou." The sergeant said awkwardly.

"What?" Fang Su asked.

Yueming whispered: "Knife, be afraid."

Fang Su said: "Then how do you go back?"

Yueming tugged on Fang Su's clothes and said, "Can you... take me back?"

Fang Su raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly, "I also have a knife on my body." She pushed the knife half way with one finger, and said softly, "It's much faster than his, so you're not afraid?"

Yueming tiptoed and said, "You, come here."

She has something to say.

Fang Su squatted down with a rare good temper, and said, "What do you want to say?"

"You look good." The child said quietly, "I'm not afraid."

Fang Su was taken aback for a moment, then smiled suddenly, hugged the child into his arms, and stood up.

Yueming lay obediently in her arms, her hairy head pressed against her neck.

From Fang Su's perspective, the child's eyelashes flicker like butterfly wings.

The facial features are so exquisite at such a young age, but how amazing would it be if they grow up.

As if knowing that Fang Su was looking at her, Yueming raised her head, meeting Shang Su's eyes, she laughed and put her arms around Fang Su's neck.

Fang Su covered her eyes with his hand.

Yueming blinked her eyes puzzled, her long eyelashes scratched her palm, a little itchy.

"What?" she asked.

"Dead." Fang Su said, "Aren't you afraid?"

Yueming said: "What is a dead person?"

"A dead person is..." Fang Su paused, "The person who will never come back."

"Like Dad?"

"Daddy?"

"Father took my brother and mother away half a month ago, and he said that I would never see him again."

Fang Su laughed, and said, "No."

Why did she ask this question on a whim?

"Why did you come?" Yueming asked with some complaints.

"Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"Father told me that someone came to pick me up. I am very young and born very well." Yueming raised her head and said, she couldn't see Fang Su, but she did it anyway, "It's good like you. "

"Where's your father?"

This is what children can believe.

"I don't know." The child said, "After Dad left, neighbors often came to him, asking for money and tying me up. I hid here during the day and came out at night."

After that, she heard crying and fighting.

She hid for a long time, obediently waiting for that person to pick her up.

"Are you not afraid that your father will harm you?"

Yueming said: "I'm afraid, but Dad is sure, you came to pick me up."

"Oh?"

Yueming smiled sweetly at her, very pretty, just like the cup of peach blossom wine that Fang Su drank.

So Master Fang lifted up a lock of the child's hair, and said with a smile: "But I am not the person your father said, I am just a passerby who met you by chance."

The author has something to say: Thank you Qing らかな servant little angel for the rocket launcher.

Thanks skinny cherub, sip of salt soda cherub for mine.