The master said not to judge people by their appearance

While the battle was going on on the tower, the people in the city were looking for a place to hide. Although Xie Yunlan was guarding him, and he told everyone that there was no need to worry, it had been seven days and they were still trapped in this dream.

The situation remained unchanged, and everyone inevitably had some doubts in their hearts. Could it be that even the invincible Marquis Xuanwu couldn't defeat this ghostly Yuan Rong cavalry?

The answer is still unknown, but people's hearts are indeed being shaken. They took advantage of the fierce battle on the tower to find a place to hide first, lest the Yuanrong people have no time to hide when they attacked.

These have been dreamed many times, and their hiding movements are very skillful. There are also some new dreams today, who are a little confused about the current situation. Seeing that everyone else is looking for a place to hide, they also hide together.

Wei Chengzhi was different, he looked at the snow and ice all over the sky, and then at the burning city tower in the distance, and realized that he was also drawn into this strange dream.

This was the first time he came to this dreamland. He didn't immediately find a place to hide like the others, but after thinking for a while, he started to walk around the city.

He is a scribe, and with swords and swords, he is the fish delivered to the door. He can't help Xie Yunlan on the tower, so why not walk around the city and help Xie Yunlan find clues to the dream owner's identity.

As he walked and observed, a snowflake fell on his forehead, and the melting ice and snow took away the temperature on the skin. The chill was so real, just like the surrounding street scene that was similar to the real Yazhou City. It was hard to believe that this was just a false dream.

Who on earth created such a dream, killing the people in the city over and over again?Wei Chengzhi followed Huang Yaowu to investigate many people these days, from Yuan Rong and Xia, but he couldn't find anyone with such a motive.

The mysteries of the dream are more incomprehensible than the most dangerous chess game in the world. Wei Chengzhi walked while thinking, but he didn't see anyone along the way. Everyone looked for a place to hide, but he suddenly saw a short man huddled in the shadow of the street corner ahead. figure.

This is a child, a little girl about seven or eight years old, her face is dusty, but her facial features can be seen clearly. She has a high nose and deep eyes, and she is from Yuanrong.

Wei Chengzhi hated the Yuanrong people extremely, and he would never forget the hatred of his wife and daughter. He wished to kill those Yuanrong people, but the hatred for those Yuanrong troops did not need to involve such a young child.

Wei Chengzhi didn't want to stay, but he saw that the girl was only wearing a thin cloth, and there were even holes in the clothes, how could a child bear such a cold and snowy day.

He couldn't help but stepped forward and said, "Which family are you from? Where are your parents?"

The girl shrank her body and didn't speak.

"What's your name?" Wei Chengzhi asked again.

The girl still didn't speak, while shrinking her body even tighter.

Wei Chengzhi stared at her for a while, and saw strong vigilance and fear in her eyes.

She was terrified of herself.

Wei Chengzhi thought about it for a moment, and felt that he shouldn't meddle in this nosy business, but he couldn't bear to see the girl's fingers turning purple from the cold.

His daughter is also the same age.

With a sigh, he took off the cotton coat he was wearing outside. He had no internal strength, and when he was blown in the wind and snow in a thin underwear, he would tremble unconsciously.

But he hugged his arms tightly, braved the cold wind, and handed the cotton coat to the girl.

The girl didn't answer, and in addition to vigilance and fear, there was a trace of confusion in her eyes, as if she didn't understand Wei Chengzhi's actions.

"Here." After Wei Chengzhi finished speaking, he remembered again, "Can you speak the Central Plains dialect?"

He asked again in Yuanrong dialect.

The girl remained silent, but she seemed to have some reaction, so Wei Chengzhi continued to talk to her in Yuanrong dialect.

"Put on a cotton coat. It's cold outside, so don't get sick from the cold." After Wei Chengzhi finished speaking, he thought that this was a dream. After waking up from the dream, everything disappeared. How could he get sick from the cold.

But he still couldn't help doing this. Every time he saw a seven or eight-year-old girl, he would think of his daughter. As a father, he always wanted to give his daughter the best, no matter if it was a dream or not. of.

After the girl wrapped herself in a padded coat, her body finally stopped shaking. Wei Chengzhi tightened his sleeves, using his body heat to resist the severe cold. He suddenly felt a hard object in his sleeve. It was a wood carving he had just carved at night. He probably forgot to take it out. were brought together in a dream.

Wei Chengzhi took out the wood carving, which was in the shape of a goshawk, and he put it in his hand to show the girl.

The girl looked at him puzzled, and saw him fiddling with the wood carving, and the goshawk's wings suddenly spread out, which startled the girl.

Wei Chengzhi laughed: "Don't be afraid, this is a goshawk. Look, the wings can move."

He buckled the mechanism on the wooden carving, and the goshawk's wings fluttered accordingly, as if it was going to soar into the sky.

The girl looked at it in amazement, as if she couldn't understand how the wood carving could move.

"Press here." Wei Chengzhi put the wood carving into the girl's hand and taught her how to pull the switch.

The girl pressed it, and the goshawk's wings swayed accordingly. She pressed it a few more times, and then the vigilance and fear of Wei Chengzhi disappeared slowly. Like all children who got novelty toys, she was very interested in this wooden sculpture. Can't put it down.

"Do you like it?" Wei Chengzhi smiled, "I gave it to you."

The girl looked up at him, her lips moved twice, and Wei Chengzhi heard the sound of "thank you" as thin as a mosquito.

Wei Chengzhi was surprised: "So you are not dumb?"

The girl nodded cautiously.

"Then why are you here alone? Are your parents not here?" Wei Chengzhi asked.

"He, they... are not here..." the girl said slowly, as if she hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, she was slow and stuttering.

It probably means that her parents are not in this dream.After listening patiently, Wei Chengzhi asked again: "What's your name?"

The girl finally told him this time, she said: "I, my name is Gesang..."

"Gesang? There is a flower called Gesang. Gesang means happiness and auspiciousness in Yuanrong language. It is a good name." Wei Chengzhi said with a smile.

Gesang said, "No, not good..."

Wei Chengzhi: "Why?"

Gesang didn't speak again.

Wei Chengzhi stroked his beard, didn't ask any more questions, he shivered again, he couldn't bear the icy and snowy conditions, so he said, "Gesang, where is your home? I'll take you back."

"My home, my home is..." Gesang hesitated for a while, unable to come up with a result.

"I can't find it..." she said despondently.

"It's okay, I'll help you find it later." Wei Chengzhi comforted, "Let's find a shelter from the wind first, it's too cold outside."

"Okay..." Gesang agreed.

Wei Chengzhi handed her his hand, and she put her small palm on Wei Chengzhi's generous palm nervously. She was a little uneasy at first, but after feeling the warmth of a father, she slowly relaxed again. down.

After all, it's just a child.Wei Chengzhi thought, he was still so vigilant and uneasy just now, because a wooden toy chose to believe him.

He held her hand, the two of them, one big and one small, walked slowly on the streets in the city. If it wasn't for the loud noises outside the city, it would be like a father and daughter shopping.

Wei Chengzhi talked to her while walking, adults are so afraid of this endless cycle of nightmares, and such a small child is probably too scared to be involved. He tried to comfort her and told her that the people guarding the city are very powerful. Those bad guys can't get in.

Gesang remained silent all this time, but at this moment he suddenly said: "He, they are not, they are not bad people..."

Wei Chengyi was taken aback. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly heard a loud bang behind him.

He subconsciously hugged Gesang into his arms, and protected him tightly. At the same time, he looked behind him and saw the dust and smoke all over the ground, as if some kind of belief had collapsed, and the city gate, which weighed about a thousand catties, slammed down heavily. on the ground.

Someone ran towards this direction in fear, shouting as he ran: "The defenders of the city are all dead! The Yuanrong people have come in!"

Wei Chengzhi's expression changed: "Master Hou..."

He wanted to go to the city gate to check, but he thought of Gesang in his arms. He hesitated, and saw Yuan Rong cavalry had rushed into the city, like a black cloud engulfing everything.

He didn't care about anything else, and quickly took Gesang to find a place to hide.

The horseshoes galloped on the street, the people fled in panic, there were cries all over the city, and then, these cries disappeared one by one.

The people were slaughtered wantonly like lambs, but Xie Yunlan still couldn't keep it. This time, they lost.

The sergeant who defended the city was dead, and he was the last one.

But he alone was powerless to stop the surging Yuanrong army. He rode his horse and retreated while fighting.

He doesn't live for himself, he just wants to let Shen Fan not suffer from death.

But he is doomed to have no way to escape, just like he has been trapped in this dream for several days, there is no exit from Yazhou City.

After the people were massacred one after another, he was gradually the only one left in the city.

An arrow shot through his shoulder, Xie Yunlan grunted and fell off the horse.

The cavalry team chasing him followed closely. Xie Yunlan panted heavily, cut off the arrow, and let its root be buried in his own flesh and blood. He staggered and wanted to continue running forward.

But another arrow hit him, this time in the knee.

He fell to his knees and couldn't move anymore.

He heard the friction sound of the long knife being dragged on the ground, it was the black gold wide-backed wolf's head knife.

A mouthful of blood overflowed from Xie Yunlan's mouth. He had suffered too many injuries, fatal or not. Even if the Yuanrong people didn't kill him, he wouldn't live long.

He had come to a dead end, there was no escape, before the long knife cut off his head, Xie Yunlan lay on the ground, using his last flesh and blood to protect the milk cat hidden in his chest.

The cat's clean white hair was dyed red, and he got out of Xie Yunlan's clothes. Xie Yunlan wanted to push him back, but he didn't have the strength to do so anymore, so he could only let the cat leave his protection range.

He squatted in front of Xie Yunlan's face, looked down at the other's pupils that were gradually slackening, and tried to touch him with his paw, but Xie Yunlan didn't give him any response.

The wind and snow fell on his hair, and there would no longer be such a warm embrace to cover him.

The milk cat's tail gradually stopped wagging.

The black armored cavalryman dragging a long knife came to Xie Yunlan's body. The cold iron face stared at the uncooled body on the ground, as if wanting to kill him completely, he raised the long knife.

But he couldn't cut it down.

The milk cat disappeared, and instead, a man in white appeared in front of the black armored cavalry.

His appearance is like the most flawless jade in the world, elegant and handsome, so beautiful that it is difficult to describe in words, his expression is like the snowstorm, cold and indifferent, as if he was not touched by the death of this mortal, just like him It's like witnessing the cycle of life and death once, thousands of times, billions of times.

But flames suddenly ignited in the dream, and the iron armor that could never be destroyed by the black armored cavalry was crushed by an indescribable force at this moment. They were reduced to ashes in the flames, and then the town, the snowstorm, and even the sky Both started to burn.

Like a burnt picture scroll, scorched curly traces appear on the edge of the world, and then, the whole thing shatters.

wake up.