imperial psychologist

Chapter 727 Trapped Beast
"However, even so, the Hesta Eagle will still take off at every sunrise."

"Until the last time, he was too old to lift his wings, so he landed on the field in this area. The wings became arms, and the sharp claws became feet. He became a human baby, and then the grassland The flocks took him and fed him...that's how they came about in the Hestan fables."

"In their tribe, as soon as the children grow up to 12 years old, the elders will personally do it and leave eagle tattoos on the children's wrists... So the Hesta people are easy to recognize. If a person has red hair, And with the eagle tattooed on his wrist, he's definitely a Hesta."

In the light of the fire, the girl who was telling the story stopped.

"How do you know so much?" Another girl looked over, "My parents told me that Hesta people think they are all eagles."

"My family used to look both ways, and I only moved here a few years ago. In the previous town, a Hesta woman was married..." the girl who told the story whispered, with her hand resting on her chin, Eyelids half-drooped, with a somewhat lazy expression, "It's really good-looking, but that tattoo is too conspicuous, plus the red hair, people in the town don't associate with them."

"However, their situation is not much better than ours," the girl said again, "I heard that the Hesta people were at odds with Arslan, so they were massacred once by the whole clan...the ones who are still in the Kingdom of Jin Hesta people should be slaves too."

"... No wonder, I understand when you say that," someone in the camp sighed suddenly, "I said those old things who invested gold are so bold, they just hit us, why don't they even A person with the appearance of a golden man dares to whip a whip."

"Shh! Don't say that!"

At night, Bai Ling suffers from insomnia as usual, and she lies on her straw mat.

Lying on his side felt uncomfortable, and Bo Ling lay down again.

The people in the tent slept tightly, and she slowly changed her posture so as not to wake up the girls on both sides.

Nearby is breath, far away is wind.

For some reason, the lament of the dead in the evening was still lingering in her mind.

The deer hunter and his companions passed through her mind like the passing west wind.

When she thought of the red-haired deer hunter, she thought of herself.

There was no time to think about many things at that time, but now that he is leaving the country, he suddenly sees many similarities with himself in the deer hunter.

The familiar life was suddenly stripped away at a certain moment. Even though they had similar faces, similar lives and even common gods with Arslan or other Jin tribes, the Hesta people were still in an instant. Became the existence of "non-my race".

All the past has vanished, only these lost Hesta people wander like ghosts in foreign lands.

Is it not just a deer hunter who has lost his hometown forever?
Isn't Lan Zhijun and Hengyuan Jun?

Isn't it Chen Yicong?

Bo Ling didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad for them. At least at the moment, they still had the blazing career of revenge and the great mission of the world on their shoulders.And she herself, like a candle burning alone in the wind, is deeply tired of these endless struggles.

She thought of the weeping willows in the south of the Yangtze River, the lanterns by Jian’an Lake, those picture-scroll-like pleasure boats and the rippling water waves on the lake, and felt that the more beautiful things were, the more fragile they would be.

Lan Zhijun still doesn't understand why she is no longer the same as before, but Bai Ling himself understands.

A person's power is always limited.The harder you struggle, the harder you try to get closer to that little hope, the more you realize how difficult the world is...

After bumping into one wall after another like this, when will it end?
In the process of breaking through the cage again and again, she has been helped by so many people, because of one after another kind helping hands or coincidences, she lived safely. To the kind of comfort she wanted.

In a place where it is difficult to save her life, she longs to be seen by some kind of understanding eyes.

Let's just say that this is why not eat minced meat... If she had never had such an experience here, perhaps this obsession would not have grown wildly and become as strong as it is today.

Recalling the past, recalling those thrilling days and nights, Bai Ling closed his eyes.

In the darkness, it seemed to her that she, too, rose, rose, and melted as briskly as the night's blizzard, among her friends who had turned into stars.

This kind of life... probably can be regarded as having bloomed with all her strength. If there is any regret, it is beyond her ability.

Don't cuddle with me, I'm used to being cold, I'm determined to become ice...

Don't snuggle with me, don't come near me, I'm on fire, all trees are burnt...

Don't come close to me, come and hug me, I am warm and cool...

Come hug me, please support me, I am old, I am like a sick animal...

When you wrote these sentences in that ruined temple, did you also have the same mood?
But maybe I don't have the strength to walk to you anymore.

It's a pity to think about it this way...

Where are you tonight, what are you doing?

I want to see you again...

No matter what... I want to see you again.

……

In the early morning, Aguili opened Lan Zhijun's tent and strode in, but saw Lan Zhijun sitting alone on the soft bed, contemplating the chessboard in front of him, as if he hadn't noticed that someone had entered the tent at all .

"Military division!" Aguili shouted, and Lan Zhijun raised his head in a daze.

Holding a black scroll, Aguili walked to Lan Zhijun's side, then laughed and put the scroll on Lan Zhijun's lap.

Lan Zhijun unfolded the scroll, and on the black silk silk, the golden inscriptions were arranged neatly and neatly. He spelled it silently. This is a letter of condolence written by the suzerain Arslan to Aguili. Arslan was 12% excited to break through the matter of looking at both ends. You must know that Wei Changming had been repairing such a fortification for looking at both ends for 12 years, and it was built when the entire northern border was peaceful. [-] years.

Arslan himself set fire to the entire city when he broke through the Liangduwang. However, the next year, the Liangduwang was restored to its original state.

He hadn't thought about this matter for a long time, but now he realized that the real important place for looking at both ends is not on the ground, but underground.

Those stone walls and warehouses that criss-cross underground are the places that make the two ends look like a fortification.

In the letter, Arslan not only praised everyone in Aguili, but also promised many rewards—name, land, slaves, cattle, sheep, and horses...the list goes on and on.

"If it weren't for the strategist's ingenious plan, I would never have won this place so easily anyway. I, Aguili, have always been a person who pays attention to rewards and punishments. Today, my father promised me these rewards. In addition to my honor, the strategist sees See what you like, just pick it!"

Aguili looked at Lan Zhijun, who had a calm face, and then at his empty hood, "...where is the woman that the military adviser is looking for?"

(End of this chapter)