Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1864 Who is it?
The footsteps in the tent finally disappeared, and Murong Heng heaved a sigh of relief.

His back was so painful that it was numb, he moved his hands and feet slowly, and found that he and Ying Baoyue were very close, and the base of his ears felt a little hot.

"hug……"

Just as he was about to speak, he found that Ying Baoyue was still lying there motionless, his body very stiff.

Murong Heng lowered his head, and through the dim light penetrating through the sheepskin, he found that Ying Baoyue's eyes were fixed on one direction through his shoulder.

But that direction was behind him, and if he wanted to see clearly, he had to make a big move like turning over.Although the Xirong cavalryman had left the tent, he still hadn't left. There were constant greedy and arrogant laughter coming from the next door, and he still didn't dare to make a big move.

Murong Heng's body moved slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a hand touch his palm, and wrote three words on his palm.

"Do not move."

Murong Heng's body tensed up suddenly.

That finger continued to write.

"Don't make a sound."

Murong Heng held his breath and did so, the next moment, a rustling sound suddenly sounded in his ears.

It seems that someone's body is moving on the ground, moving a little bit to this side.

A chill ran down Murong Heng's back, and he suddenly remembered the horse slave who was kicked to the corner of the tent by the Xirong cavalry just now.

He slept farther than Ying Baoyue, and while the Xirong cavalry was not paying attention, he used the corner of his eye to look at the scene outside.

The horse slave looked old and weak. He had been lying motionless in the corner of the tent after being kicked away. From his appearance, he should have passed out. If it was serious, it would not be surprising if he was kicked to death. The Xirong cavalry didn't care about this person's life and death, leaving him here like a dead dog.

Among the slaves of the Xirong people, man slaves are considered the most inferior type. They live and eat with livestock and feed and raise horses for the cavalry on weekdays. Because they are often beaten and scolded, their life span is extremely short.

It stands to reason that a mere man slave should not be able to do anything, but now, the movement from behind makes Murong Heng's hair stand on end.

Murong Heng's body froze, and he really wanted to turn around, but the words Ying Baoyue wrote in his hand were spinning in his mind, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure.

What is the situation behind him now?
Murong Heng didn't know, and felt very anxious, not knowing what Ying Baoyue was going to do.

Ying Baoyue actually didn't want to understand.

She huddled in the sheepskin, staring at the man who was moving a little bit to this side.

The manu still kept lying on the ground, staring straight at her with a pair of eyes from under the hair.

He couldn't see how he was moving, but that body was slowly moving on the ground, as if floating on the water, the picture was extremely weird.

But the scene in front of me is not a ghost story. From the perspective of a practitioner, it is a breathtaking scene.

Ying Baoyue opened her eyes wide and stared at the movement of the person in front of her for a moment. She found that every joint in this person's body seemed to be moving. squirming.

Get closer to her.

Stared at by those eyes with messy hair, Ying Baoyue felt inexplicably suffocated.

The moment she saw these eyes before, her breathing stopped for a moment.

Because this person's eyes are pure black.

The eyes of people from the Six Kingdoms in the Great Wall are mostly dark brown, and occasionally dark gray. She has only seen such pure black pupils on one person.

That is Li Ji.

Ying Baoyue was lying in the tent in the north, staring blankly at the man lying horizontally not far away, with countless complicated emotions in his heart.

This person's eyes are a bit like Li Ji's.

Who is he?What does he want to do?
Ying Baoyue lay on the floor, staring at this person motionlessly.

Manu approached a little bit, his eyes were very dull, he lay on the ground and moved intently, staring at her with black eyes.

What the hell is he looking at?
Looking at those eyes that resembled Li Ji, Ying Baoyue felt very uncomfortable as if his whole body was covered with ants.

But as Manu got closer, she suddenly noticed something was wrong.

This person... was not looking at her face.

Ying Baoyue followed his gaze and lowered her head slightly. When she saw what was protruding from her chest, her heart beat faster.

The hilt of the Juque Sword protruded out of her arms at some point, and it was just under her chin.

Manu stared straight at the hilt in her arms.

Ying Baoyue's breathing stopped for a moment. The hilt of the Juque sword was a little different from other swords, with dragon scales engraved on it.

Does this person know this sword?
At this time, Manu finally moved to the position where Murong Heng was only punched in the back, and Ying Baoyue looked at him with a cold face.

At this moment, all he had to do was reach out and touch her.

Because she was so close, she was finally able to see the person's face clearly.

Ying Baoyue looked at the face with messy hair. Although it was full of scars and described it as a mess, she found that this person, like Du Ziqing, should not be as old as his appearance.

At the same time, his face shape is not similar to Li Ji's. Although Li Ji wears a mask all year round, Ying Baoyue is already very familiar with his outline, and the two are not the same from the bone appearance.

At least... it shouldn't be a father-son relationship.

But looking at those black eyes so close, Ying Baoyue still felt inexplicable palpitations.

Who is this person?

At this moment, a low voice buzzed.

"who are you?"

Murong Heng's body trembled, while Ying Baoyue looked at Manu who didn't even open his mouth.

It's ventriloquist.

This person can actually speak ventriloquism.

Manu still maintained the posture of lying on the ground, his dark eyes staring at the hilt of the sword in Ying Baoyue's arms under his disheveled hair.

The ventriloquist sounded again.

"Why, is this sword here with you?"

Sure enough, this person recognized the sword!

Ying Baoyue looked into those eyes with extremely complicated emotions.

"Say."

Manu looked at her deeply and repeated.

If she didn't say anything, this person still doesn't know what kind of trouble this person will cause, Ying Baoyue said, "Someone lent it to me."

"Who?"

Manu's eyes locked on her tightly, "This is the sword of the Soochow Master."

The tone of his ventriloquist suddenly became a little weird, and he paused word by word, "Eastern Wu Guoshi, I will not lend this sword to Dijie."

This person can actually tell that she is a lower class?

Ying Baoyue's heart trembled, she had already hidden all the realms, how could this person still see it?

But now is not the time to think about this issue, the eyes of the mysterious man in front of him have become unfriendly, and Ying Baoyue's whole body is chilled by his eyes.

"It wasn't given to me by the Soochow Master," she said stiffly, "it was the one who inherited this sword who lent it to me temporarily."

Looking at the change in the eyes of the man in front of her, a terrible guess emerged from the bottom of her heart.

Does this person have anything to do with Soochow and the royal family of Soochow?
(End of this chapter)