Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 974 The 181-meter-deep pit is suspected to be love (3)
"No."

He hesitated for a long time for these two words.

First of all, considering that Mo Wang is not far away, he needs to choose his tone.

Secondly... Maybe he is not completely sure, and needs to think before answering.

But with these words, Mo Jiu was satisfied.Nodding at him, she didn't cry a lot of parting instructions to him like ordinary girls, but hugged Xiao Qian lightly again, and said solemnly: "Remember, I am your rear. Whether you Xiao Liulang becomes king or Kou, at least I'm still here."

Without this sudden war, Mo Jiu, who was angry with him, would not be able to say such nasty words.

But at this time, on the battlefield filled with gunpowder, in the face of life and death, she didn't need to think too much, and naturally gave him a reassurance.

Xiao Qian was a little surprised, his body froze for a moment, slowly raised his slightly hanging arms, hugged her tightly, and lowered his head to her ears, as if he had exhausted all his strength...but he only uttered a low Whisper.

"Ah Jiu, you are so good, even if I trade the whole world for you, I am willing."

"What does the whole world have to do with me?" Mo Jiu smiled faintly, "I only want what I want."

"What do you want?" Xiao Qian buried his head deeply in his neck, sniffing the faint fragrance of daughter, his voice hoarse.

"I want you to be safe." Mo Jiu replied quickly, struggling a little, forcing him to raise his head.

Then, her gaze gradually shifted from his slightly bulging Adam's apple and steep chin to his high nose bridge, and then slowly into his deep eyes, meeting his gaze, she smiled softly, "No matter in the past or now, , or in the future, nothing is more important than peace. Xiao Liulang, no matter how important things seem today, they will slowly fade away. No matter how many achievements of thousands of generations, after thousands of years, they will only be laughed at. Everything, everything There is nothingness, only peace, of the moment, of ourselves."

Xiao Qian's unfathomable eyes became darker and darker.

He moved his lips slightly, and tightened his palms around Mo Jiu's shoulders.

"Ah Jiu, this battle is very important to me..."

"I understand." Mo Jiu said calmly, and nodded to match his emotions.

But in fact, so far, there are many things that she doesn't understand very well.She waited until the end of the war, when everything became clear, and recalled Xiao Qian's words, that she finally understood how important it was.

Xiao Qian's ambitious hegemony, Xiao Qian's iron hooves across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to create an immeasurable foundation are all the prelude to this battle.

"Xiao Liulang, then I'm leaving!"

It was a very plain sentence, and Mo Jiu said it with a smile.

While talking, she backed away slowly, waved at him lightly, and then turned around resolutely.

Mo Wang quietly followed her, and the two walked further and further away.Under the twilight of the sky, Xiao Qian's face slowly became blurred.

As if this war never existed at all, Mo Jiu walked very easily and calmly, which made Mo Wang, who was watching quietly, look at her, from surprise to admiration, and slowly, it finally turned into tenderness.

The shouts of killing between heaven and earth have not stopped.

The darkness blocked sight, but not sound.

Some people died and were liberated, leaving only three feet of loess to bury them.

Some people are still fighting, their eyes are red with hatred.

But in Mo Jiu's view, these are just illusory feelings she experienced through a journey.

Crossbows, swords, horses neighing, weapons screaming, on the way Mo Jiu went to the Nanrong camp, he crossed many mutilated bodies, his shoes were stained with blood spilled by someone, and his ears were still filled with the sound of countless sword collisions. She couldn't see those figures intertwined in the snow at night, and those violent or cruel roars finally got farther and farther away from her.

(End of this chapter)