Feng Yu Jiu Tian

"Ming King!"

Mianya and other guards were startled, jumping off their horses, and the stars surrounded him like a moon.

I planted it right away, and of course it hurts. Fengming moaned and was lifted up from the ground by the people, remembering the stupidity of falling off the horse, and was even more annoyed and dissatisfied, "You and your king bully my dignified king!" Looked up, but saw the guards staring in horror Holding him.

"What?" Feng Ming looked at them suspiciously, with a tingling tingling on his forehead, and itching like dew on it. "Why are you looking at me?" He reached over his forehead and touched his fingertips. But encountered a wet, looked under the eyes, only to find Yin Hong.

"Subordinates **** it!" Mian Ya yelled in amazement, already kneeling.

"Subordinates damn! Subordinates damn!" The guards around him knew that Ming Ming was injured, but he was not trivial. When he saw Mian Ya kneeling, he knelt down one after another, and looked at each other with shock and fear.

I don't have a mirror on my hand, and I can't see how bad my forehead hurts. However, since it is not very painful, it is only a minor injury. The guards were scared to death, but Fengming didn't care much, and waved his hand casually. "It's okay, minor injuries. Um ... there should be no scars." I couldn't help touching it again.

The crowd screamed.

"Ming Wang be careful!"

"Don't mess around ..."

Where does Fengming know that these ordinary killers also act as idle guards like Qiu Lan and they yell when they see a small wound and roll their eyes and shrug their shoulders, "Knowing that you should regret it, you should let go of me early and cause me to fall Back. Do you know the consequences now? "

After a few sentences, I realized that the trembling killing sound just now had calmed down, leaving only a little wailing of wounded soldiers and the sorrow of the war horse before he died.

Is it over so soon?

Fengming hurriedly turned to look at it, and it turned out that the fire was no longer shaking so badly, and the thick **** smell was radiated from the mountain wind at night from nowhere. The soldiers covered with blood held torches and seemed to pick up the battlefield. .

Where is Rong Tian?

Feng Ming stretched her neck and looked around, her heart moved, and she took a step and was stopped by guards such as Mian Ya.

"Ming King, ask your subordinates to bandage the wound."

"Let me see, where is Rong Tian?"

"The King will come over in a while. The battlefield is **** and broken, and it is very dangerous. Ming Wang is better to stay here."

Fengming saw them politely, but there was no room for expression. Anyway, the war is over, and there is no need to embarrass them any more. You just have to order a guard. "You used to ask me about the situation of the battle and asked Rong Tian to come over quickly. I haven't accounted for him with me. "

Obey Mianya's words, sit cross-legged on the grass and let everyone bandage him.

He thought that the battle had ended and Rong Tian would definitely come over soon. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a while, but could not see the shadow of Rong Tian, ​​could not help but get impatient, stood up and looked at the battlefield twice.

The postwar men and women seemed to gather on the other side of the battlefield. War horses screamed in the distance, and the soldiers were busy taking care of the wounded comrades. It was not dawn, and the cliffs on both sides were also obstacles to sight. Fengming looked vaguely, only to see the vague soldiers gathered, as if in the whole team.

Presumably, Mrs. Shaw and Xiao Zong, who are the same as his father and mother, have already met.

Finally, the guards sent to find Rong Tian just came back. When I met Fengming, I reported, "The king said that the battlefield still needs to be cleared up. They have caught the enemy general and are interrogating. Please stay here first, don't walk around." Hesitated for a while, lowering his voice. "The king is in a bad mood, so I don't dare to report the king's fall from the horse for the time being."

Fengming was suddenly surprised, "Why are you in a bad mood? Is it ... Is it Lier ..."

"Lie Er is okay, with a little injury, it is inevitable on the battlefield. He is beside the King and interrogating the captives together."

Fengming was relieved and asked, "Have Rong Tian been injured?"

"The king is so brave, the battle robes are wet with the blood of the enemy, and he has no injuries."

Feng Ming curiously said, "Then why is he in a bad mood?"

The guard shook his head. "The subordinates don't know, but the king's face is very ugly. The subordinates dare not ask more."

"Caught Ruo Yan?"

The guard shook his head again, "I don't know."

Fengming scratched his head.

The anti-ambush was successful, and Lieer was very good. If the only person who could make Rong Tian unhappy was, I would only have the possibility of escaping.

He just boasted Haikou in front of himself, saying that he would not let go of one tonight, but he let the most important Ruoyan run away, and it goes without saying that he must be ashamed.

I'm so embarrassed to meet someone ...

The longer Rong Tian ascended the throne, the heavier he was on his body. I did not expect that there would be such a lovely time.

Feng Ming thought, with a playful smile on his face, and he was in a good mood, and sat down cross-legged patiently. Guards such as Mianya did not dare to stay away, and they sat down cross-legged and scattered around Fengming.

The horses were extremely well-behaved. After a night of tiredness, they did not run far, and each bowed their heads to look for food.

At dawn, the sky changes extremely quickly. Not long ago, the sky was dark, and the light seemed to suddenly overflow from the chaos. In a blink of an eye, the dark sky was gray.

The grass spread to the foot of the mountain, a few old trees stood under the cliff, a bit of orange red exuded from the junction of the eastern mountain and the mountain, as if a pale ink mountain scene was suddenly wiped out. If it is not the front or the post-war scene where the creatures are covered with charcoal, this moment is quite refreshing.

Feng Ming's patience has always been bad. At this time, he couldn't help but stand up and look around, and turned around, and saw Qiuyue walking far away.

"Qiuyue!" Feng Ming feared that she couldn't see herself and raised her hand twice.

Qiuyue heard him screaming, speeding up his pace, reaching him, and whispering, "Ming Wang, there are many post-war things, the king did not deal with it, and ordered me to come and wait first. Is Meng Wang hungry?" I only raised my eyes now and suddenly whispered, "What's wrong with your forehead?"

Fengming didn't care, she touched the top-level gauze bandage on her forehead, and smiled, "Nothing, accidentally fell off immediately, there is a small stone on the ground ... Well, why are your eyes red?" Revealed, staring at Qiuyue.

"No." Qiuyue seemed a little flustered, and quickly shook her head. "I really didn't ..." I was silent for a while, and seemed to know that I couldn't justify it. My wife is gone, and I am very reluctant. "Before speaking, Feng Ming had stretched out **** and raised her chin.

Fei Shengsheng's eyes immediately met Shang Fengming's doubtful gaze.

"Why lie?" Fengming wasn't a fool. How could she not be suspicious when she saw her words flash. Recalling the return of the guard just now, I have realized that the guess I started was ridiculous.

With Rong Tian's unrestrained personality, how could he be embarrassed to see him because he couldn't catch Ruo Yan?

A sudden heart attack.

What happened?

And keep it from me ...

Two British spirited eyebrows narrowed, and looked around at Mianya who was guarding carefully around him and others, thinking that after the end of the war, Rong Tian, ​​who should have appeared immediately, never returned to himself. Isn't it ...

Fengming became more and more afraid, her hands and feet were cold, and she turned and rushed forward, and she picked up the guard who had just returned the order from the grass, and sternly said, "You said that King Xilei was not safe and unharmed?"

That cow-tall guard was suddenly dragged by Ming Wang, startled and hesitated for a moment.

"He ... he had an accident and wanted you to hide from me, didn't he?" Fengming didn't answer when he saw him, he was even more unaware, and asked the last sentence "is it right?" His lips trembled slightly.

The guard then reacted, and hurriedly waved his hands, shaking his head, "No, King Ming must be mistaken. King is very good, not undamaged."

Feng Ming shouted, "You say it again, swear to heaven!"

"Subordinates swear, the King is not damaged!"

"Then why didn't he come to see me?"

"That ... that's because the king said that something to deal with ..."

Fengming's lips were pale. After listening to his words, she glanced at Qiuyue again, letting go of the unfortunate guard, and turned around, "He has something to deal with. I don't need him to come over, I went to see him."

Unexpectedly, every step was taken, Mianya and other guards all stood up suddenly.

The two voices cried at the same time, "King Ming don't go!" But it was Qiuyue and the guard together.

At this step, even Fengming's simple mind knew that it was inappropriate, and it was not enough to make everyone try to obstruct themselves from meeting Rong Tian.

Mianya and other high-skilled guards stopped in front. He knew that the invasion was also useless. He turned around and grabbed Qiuyue, who was almost crying. "What the **** happened? Qiuyue, tell me honestly."

"Ming King ..." Qiu Yue was grabbed by his wrist, and tears kept falling down, "Ming King ... I ... I can't say ..."

Fengming was more anxious. "What can't you say? Tell me quickly!"

It was said that the woman was wrong, and when it came to a critical moment, she was sticky and anxious.

Feng Ming asked more and more, Qiuyue was crying more and more, shaking his head blindly, "No, no ..." He looked stunned.

Feng Ming stomped again and again, "What isn't it? Qiuyue, don't perfuse me ... ah ..." After a while, he suddenly whispered, holding his injured forehead softly and falling backwards.

"Ming Wang!" Mian Ya was startled, and his hands flew forward, hugging Feng Ming before falling to the ground.

Qiuyue was so frightened that she knelt down and leaned forward, her face pale, and while helping Fengming caress her chest, she trembled, "Ming Wang, don't scare the slaves, you wake up ..."

Fengming just had a moment of depression in her chest, but she didn't pass out, but she slowly opened her eyes deliberately for a while, looking for Qiuyue, smiled bitterly, and said quietly, "I'm almost dying, how can I scare you ? "

He knew that something big would happen. He was inwardly, but his face was pale but genuine.

But if what everyone said was that the ambush was successful and Rong Tian was intact, what else would happen?

Qiuyue was more concerned about Fengming's body than she was. She scrambled to help Fengming's forehead, wiped a tear, gradually stopped crying, and lowered her eyes to stop talking.

Feng Ming didn't say anything, looked at Qiuyue straight, insisting on knowing the truth.

After all, Qiuyue still couldn't match his sorrow tactics, gently opened his lips, and hesitatedly said, "It is the King who forbids us to say ..."

"Don't you say anything?"

Qiuyue was suddenly silent.

Fengming stretched out her hand, shook her slightly on Qiuyue's sleeve, and whispered, "Tell me. Everything is hidden, I don't want to be like a fool."

Qiuyue lowered her head, and her hands retracted slightly.

"Master Xiao Sheng is behind them and is responsible for capturing the fleeing enemy general."

Fengming felt tight when she heard her father's name.

Could it be that the man who claims to be the first master in the world as a "father" is not kind enough to lose his forefoot in such a small ambush?

He breathed a sigh of relief, lest Qiu Yue give out unknown information.

"They captured the main brain of the ambush," only Qiuyue said softly. "It is General Hitomi."

Feng Ming spit out in a tight breath, and couldn't help complaining, "Qiuyue, please be happier. Don't go up and down, it makes me nervous." After a pause, I couldn't hide my concern. "Sheng Xiao, is he not injured?"

Qiuyue shook her head.

"That swaying woman, Cai Yun, Qiu Xing, Lieer, are they all right?"

Qiuyue nodded.

Fengming Dasong took a sigh of relief, smirked twice, and cheered up, "Since everyone is safe, then I can accept other news. You can tell me things directly, don't worry about I can't stand it. Let's say, what is the matter for you So nervous? "Patted Qiuyue's shoulders kindly.

His attitude has always caused Qiuyue and others to snicker, but this time it is not effective. Qiuyue barely squeezed out a smiley face, but it was uglier than crying. His eyes did not seem to dare to touch Fengming directly, and he continued to look at the grass. He continued, "The king questioned General Hitomi, and General Hitomi said that this plan is indeed Master Yan He Tong planned, but Ruo Yan did not participate in the ambush in the narrow lane. "

"Oh!" Feng Ming made an indifferent expression to calm Qiuyue, calmly nodded, "This I have guessed, if so cunning, it is lucky to be able to remove it, and it is not worth the trouble. "

Secretly calculating in my heart, the worst thing is that I can't catch the words, but just this way, I don't need to hide anything from myself.

Thinking of this, my mind seemed to be slightly poked, a small soap bubble burst in my head, splashing with a little danger and anxiety.

He froze.

Fengming thoughtfully, with a smile on his face, "If Ruo Yan has always regarded Rong Tian as a confidant, why did he not participate in the wonderful trap he designed in the first hand? Does he know that Rong Tian will see through his enemies?" Look towards Qiuyue.

Qiuyue hid a lot of complex sadness in her eyes. She and Fengming accidentally met her eyes, and quickly turned her eyes away. She shook her head and said, "No, if you didn't think that Ming Wang would guess that he was awake, I thought the king would be in this narrow area. Ambush in the road. Ming Wang, you can see how terrible the narrow terrain is. If the king did not prepare in advance, General Tong's men and horses really have the ability to wipe us out. We can all be regarded as escaped. "

Although she was right, Feng Ming felt more and more weird, and Shen Shen asked, "Where did the words go? With such an important ambush, unless there is something more important than this, he can't help himself."

When he asked, Qiu Yue froze for a moment, as if he was touched by the sadness of this question, covering his eyes with his sleeves, and crying again.

Fengming didn't have the irritability to start, holding Qiuyue's slightly trembling hand, a little unsure to himself, "Did he ... lead another passerby? Is it difficult ... could he ..." With autumn moon.

At this time, even his own hands began to tremble involuntarily.

Qiuyue can't seem to endure this depression anymore, and suddenly falls into Fengming's arms, crying in sorrow. "It is very risky to rescue the Queen Mother in the night attack on the capital. If Ruo Yan had led an elite team leaving the country, he took the opportunity to attack our camp ... "

Feng Ming's eyes widened suddenly. "He thought I would stay in the camp."

If the terrible man would rather give up the opportunity to personally ambush Rong Tian, ​​and attack the camp just to catch himself?

A cold current passed over his back.

"Rong Tian took all the elites in the camp, and all of them were empty." Feng Ming's eyes sank suddenly, trying to suppress the chill in his heart, and slowly taking a breath, "Xi Lei, master of Master Xiao Sheng, Prince Yongyi Of the horses ... even most of Mei's home will be guarded here. "

The blood on his lips faded, and for a long while, he said in an obscure voice, "Mei-ji, the three princesses, Ronghu ... there is no resistance at all."

He glanced at Qiuyue blankly, "And Qiu Lan ..."

These Qiuyue had known for a long time, but when Fengming said, her heart trembled suddenly, nodded, and tears rolled down like tears.

"If the words enter the camp and find that the entire camp is out of the best, you will guess that the plan has been revealed. If you can't find me in the camp, you will be furious." Feng Mingyi said a few words, his face suddenly changed, from the grass Shang jumped up suddenly, "He will kill everyone and vent their anger! No, we will get back immediately! I'm going to see Rong Tian!"

Qiuyue grabbed it tightly, "Ming King, don't go! King said he won't come back."

Feng Ming replied fiercely, "If they don't help, they won't even have a chance to live!" What he thought was startled, his eyes sharpened, "You just kept from me for this, and didn't let me know until they Was it slaughtered? "

Qiuyue was scolded by him for a while, and Nana let go of Fengming's sleeves, and cried, covering her face.

Feng Ming turned around and walked towards Rong Tian. Mian Ya's figure moved slightly and stopped in front of him, "Ming King ..."

Feng Ming glanced at him, "I don't want to embarrass you, don't embarrass me. Let it go." His heartache was extremely extreme, his voice hoarse and low, but surprisingly powerful.

Mianya waited for a while and looked at each other.

With Fengming's status today, in addition to Rong Tian, ​​who has the courage to really use force to stop? What can be concealed can no longer be concealed, what use is it to stop?

Feng Ming saw that Mian Ya didn't speak, and walked straight by his side.

After a little hesitation, the crowd stopped observing, and watched him go far away. After a ditch, he quietly followed the guard behind him.

The battlefield that has stopped fighting still has the smell of blood, and Yin Hong seeps into the mud, as if this magnificent color will continue for centuries.

After the three-way killing, the men and horses gathered on the other side of the narrow lane. After the **** battle, the army was still neat. The soldiers sat down and rested according to the formation. Some of them fell asleep on the comrades' knees. Some were bandaging wounds, eating and feeding, and feeding horses. The sword stands up and bears the responsibility of vigilance.

Late night raids were carried lightly on the road. They didn't even bring a tent. The coach Rong Tian sat quietly on a large rock under the cliff and seemed to be thinking with his eyes closed.

The guards around him spread out a circle, all two or three feet away, and everyone stood still.

No one wanted to disturb the peace of the King at this time, and the uneasy breath was floating in the depths of this wood mixed with blood and victory.

The calm king on his face, however, gave people an unbearable pressure. This pressure radiated from his place to all directions. Even the unruly mountain wind came to the place where he breathed, and he did not dare to act rashly.

Fengming passed all the way through four or five sentry posts.

The guards all knew him, and when he saw that his face was not right, no one would ask him uninterestingly, let him voluntarily open a mouth, and let him go in silently.

He stood in front of Rong Tian.

"Qiuyue told you everything?" Rong Tian's mouth moved slightly, turning her eyes into a bitter smile, and disappeared instantly on the rigid outline carved by a knife. He opened his eyes and frowned suddenly. "What's wrong with your forehead?"

"Don't worry about my forehead." Feng Ming exhaled and said in a rare serious tone, "Rong Tian, ​​we want to get back."

"Aid back? Where is the back?"

"Camp. There are no troops in the camp, all of them are exhausted. If we don't rescue them, they will die."

Rong Tian's eyes were cold and he asked faintly, "Can we live if we go to help?"

"At least there is hope." Feng Ming saw him indifferent, reached out and held his shoulders, and eagerly said, "I know what you are worried about. If Yan may have captured the camp, that place is easy to defend and difficult to attack, we may have to face It ’s a bitter battle. And ... and maybe he will set a new trap, but Rong Tian, ​​we will at least do our best to accommodate them. Immediate support, no time! "

In a hurry, Feng Ming tried his best. Rong Tian's tall body was shaken by him a few times, but his face was not shaken. He just grabbed Fengming's hands from his shoulders and held them in his hands for a while, watching Fengming, "Feng Ming, you are naive. I like your naivety. "The corners of the lips moved, and they seemed to laugh, but they didn't feel the slightest smile.

Fengming heard chills and stuttered, "Rong Tian, ​​what did you say? Do you really have the heart to give up on them?"

In the obsidian eyes of Rong Tian, ​​the pain turned away instantly, like a heartbreaking meteor, "Even if I hurried back, if I presumably have already captured the camp. Even if our forces are equivalent, in this case, it is simply impossible Rescue everyone by force. An accident, and it will fall into the trap of Ruo Yan. "

Fengming still didn't give up, and tried to analyze, "But if we rush back, at least we can make Ruo Yan jealous of three points. Ruo Yan is likely to leave Ronghu's life temporarily and take them hostage. Maybe we can think How to talk to and talk to hostages? "

Rong Tian stared at Feng Ming.

In the eyes, there is endless meaning.

A few years have passed. Although the person in front of me is not the young boy who was stunned in the bath at the beginning, the hand held in the palm at this moment is still thin and soft.

Just like that day.

Seeing that the head grows slowly, no horse can ride, and now he can run with him late at night, and learn 50% to 60% of the swordsmanship he taught, but in his mind, it is always wiped Don't go to his fragile appearance.

He had become the softest place in King West's heart.

Rong Tian hates anyone touching this place, especially Ruo Yan.

In order to get Fengming again, he led the soldiers to attack the camp, and his almost crazy obsession with Fengming made Rong Tian deeply disturbed.

If backing up, if Yan Yan would indeed take Rong Hu Mei Ji as a hostage, Feng Ming would not be wrong.

But if the only condition for willingness to exchange hostages is Fengming.

It will only be Fengming.

A condition that Rong Tian would never agree to.

"Rong Tian, ​​order it." Fengming almost begged.

The morning sun was falling from the interlaced branches and trees, and it was golden. Seeing Fengming's eyes, it was a thrilling color like blood.

The morning that was supposed to represent beauty and rebirth is now cruelly showing the passage.

Time, and the lives of everyone in the camp, are passing by bit by bit.

After all, Yongyin was not a departure from the country. If the camp was captured, if he did not meet the West Lei reinforcements, he would quickly withdraw.

The moment when she decided to withdraw, maybe when Mei Ji was killed.

"Rong Tian, ​​Rong Tian ..." He called Rong Tian's name anxiously.

Rong Tian held his hand tightly, faintly aching.

The decisiveness hidden inside made him tremble with fear.

"We are not back."

"Why?" Fengming cried unwillingly.

Rong Tian hid his grief to the bottom of Feng Ming's eyes.

Simplicity is sometimes a reassuring protection, and Rong Tian is grateful that Fengming still owns it today.

In the case where force cannot win, the consequences of aid can be imagined. If Yan would use hostess Ji as a hostage in exchange for Fengming, everything would become a deadlock.

A deadlock that caused Fengming to suffer.

It is impossible to surrender Fengming, but it is very possible for Ruoyan to use this opportunity to hurt Fengming.

With Ruoyan's viciousness, he might even kill the hostages one by one in front of Feng Ming, and hang their corpses on the high camp gate, leaving the cruel picture in Feng Ming's eyes forever.

That will make Fengming feel painful and guilty all night long, nightmares.

Rong Tian cannot tolerate such a thing.

"Rong Tian, ​​please, I know this kind of assistance is very dangerous. We don't have enough troops, but at least try to save them ..."

Fengming begged hard.

His wailing voice was like a sad little deer. Rong Tian had hoped that he would never see Fengming's sad expression.

He hadn't guessed that the person who would make Fengming show this expression turned out to be himself.

"Why? I don't understand, why don't you even try it?" Fengming knelt at his feet, crying weakly, "Why don't you send troops? Why don't you rescue them? Why? King West Thunder!"

At this moment, the person he loves is as if he is the supreme king.

No matter how cruel, everything can still sit here calmly and calmly. Those who will lose their lives may be just pawns that can be discarded. If they are lost, it is a pity, but they will not have tear-like pain.

At this moment, Fengming hated his completely useless Mingwang status.

How useless he is, even the ability to command a pawn.

He suddenly raised his head and stared at Rong Tian. "Is Ronghu's life not important to you at all? What about Qiu Lan? What about Mei Ji?

Rong Tian still had the faint, unclear expression on her face, and said, "Important."

"Then you send troops back."

"Do not."

The word was spoken from Rong Tian's mouth, full of deterrent power, just like a nail, nailed into the hardest rock.

"Why?" Fengming stared at him in disbelief, and after a moment he growled, "Why? You tell me why?"

Rong Tian's handsome face twitched suddenly, like a noble and disdainful smile flashed, "Because I am the King of Thunder, I decide everything, not you."

Fengming was stiff.

It seemed as if the sky suddenly ripped open a thunderbolt from Langlang sunny day.

He looked blank, and for a while completely forgot what Rong Tian had just said, the figure in front of him suddenly seemed far away, like a dream. After a while, the words that let him cool down suddenly popped out of his mind, hitting his head like a hail.

Forehead faintly hurts.

He stood up staggeringly, Rong Tian reached out to help him, but was severely thrown away by him.

"Well, if you don't go, I'll go." He stood still, his vision gradually cleared, and he resolutely turned. "Even if I'm alone, I won't leave them. I won't watch them die."

Rong Tian asked behind him, "What can you do to save them alone?" At this moment, his voice was ruthless and cold.

"Use whatever you have." Feng Ming sneered, hoarsely, "use my fist, my sword, use my life ..."

Suddenly a sudden surge in shoulders, he turned around and faced Rong Tian, ​​before he could see Rong Tian's expression, his face had been severely slapped.

Snapped!

The terrifying voice was surprisingly loud, spreading across the narrow path, and a few black birds flew up in fright.

Rong Tian's strength was just a joke. With one palm, Feng Ming fell to the side.

Rong Tian grabbed the footsteps of Fengming, and backhanded again, beating Fengming's eyes to Venus, and hate, "Use your life? Your life, how can you play this?"

Feng Ming took a couple of hits, her vision shook for a while, her head buzzed, and everything seemed to be scattered for a moment, leaving only a blank space, staring straight at Rong Tian.

At the corner of the cracked mouth, a hint of glowing red slowly overflowed, meandering to the chin, condensing into blood beads, and dripping on the clothes.

Rong Tian was suddenly surprised, reaching out and holding Fengming tightly in his arms, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, nobody dares to hurt you, nobody dares to touch you ..."

He had known Fengming for so many days, he had never done anything like this, and now he was shocked, no less than Fengming. Feng Ming was held in his arms by him, as if stupid, shouting, as stiff as ice cubes. Rong Tian only felt that there was a piece of ice in his heart, and gradually, his own body became cold and stiff.

As if in the cold, suddenly there was the sound of horseshoes from far to near.

One person and one horse were flying close to each other, and a blue edge was embroidered on the sleeve. The guards knew that the person sent for the investigation had returned. It was Rong Tian who had ordered to come directly to report the news, and they automatically allowed Lu Yun to ride over.

The spy covered his face with dust, panting, and reached Rong Tian, ​​rolled off his saddle, knelt down on the ground, and cried sadly, "King, if you do n’t see us back, we have already withdrawn. Before leaving, Ruo Yan took all the captives Hurry into the girl's wooden house, seal the doors and windows, and sprinkle with oil. Everyone was burned to death ... "

The aftermath of the spy's report disappeared in the forest.

Silence, for a moment, enveloped the entire jungle.

Burned to death, everyone.

The severely injured Rong Hu, the well-behaved Qiu Lan, and the gentle and charming Mei Ji disappeared.

Closed into the wooden house, closed the doors and windows, and sprinkled with oil ... If the flames ignited, inch by inch, eroded their skin, life ...

How painful will that be?

Cruel and terrible, he was suddenly brought here from an invisible remote camp, frozen in every inch of air.

The heavy helplessness and grief weighed on everyone's heart and couldn't even breathe smoothly.

In the unusual silence, a sound finally sounded.

Very calm, reassuring voice, low, peaceful, gentle reminiscent of the warm wind in the spring sun.

"Fengming, you are shaking. Is it cold?"

"Um." Moaning like a sigh, weakly uttered from the mouth of the person lying in Rong Tian's arms.

"Don't be afraid, I hold you tight and won't be cold."

"Rong Tian ..."

"Ok?"

"Hold tight."

Rong Tian was silent for a moment.

He made a gesture, sent the spies and his confidant servants far away, took Fengming to sit on the big stone, and held him, stroking his fingertips gently.

Grasp the fingers of Rong Tian's sleeves slenderly and beautifully, and the knuckles with excessive force are white. Still thin shoulders twitched, like a beast eagerly seeking healing.

Rong Tian felt heart pain for a while.

Fengming is not suitable for this cruel game of hegemony, but because of himself, he is destined to participate in it.

I couldn't help but taste the bitter blood from the wounds of millions of people, and really felt the helplessness of life passing.

Rong Tian embraced him like a wounded person.

The body in the arm has gradually become firm, and the skin is smooth and covered with extremely beautifully shaped muscles. With a little hardening, you can feel the shapely bones.

However, Rong Tian felt that he was the same Feng Ming at the time, and that Feng Ming, who did not know how to protect himself, was rounded up by other countries, making him uneasy day and night.

Fengming was full of sadness in his arms.

Rong Tian didn't like this breath emanating from Fengming, it wasn't Fengming's taste.

but……

He gently wrapped his short hair around Fengming's ear with his fingertips.

If it can be like this now, and throughout life, Feng Ming rests peacefully in his arms, it is already the best kind of destination.

Feng Ming lay in his arms, motionless, crying sadly, and falling asleep.

Rong Tian also remained motionless. He knew that Fengming didn't sleep. Fengming needs to be quiet, he hasn't learned how to deal with this kind of post-disaster cowardice and helplessness.

Silence played the proper role, guarding them, waving their hands, letting time pass by silently.

For a long time, the voice came from Rong Tian's arms.

"If he comes back, he will kill everyone in front of me, right?" Fengming had no more crying, and said a little husky voice, a kind of calmness after thinking.

"Who?"

"If it is." After the pain, everything became a bit slow, Feng Ming asked softly in a slow and slow tone, "You are not helping me, right?"

"wrong."

"It's for me."

"No." Rong Tian's resolute reply, touching Fengming's hand, but very gentle.

"They died for me. I killed them."

"No." Rong Tian's eyes were cold and frosty. Hitomi, like ice under the sun, will never melt even if it encounters sunlight.

Cold and determined.

"They died for Sealey. For me." He lowered his head, approached slowly with a reassuring strength, and brought warmth to his baby with his heat, "Feng Ming, in this world, You can kill only two people. "

"Two?"

"One is you, the other is me. If you don't take good care of yourself, I will die for your distress."

Fengming was silent, he asked, "What about you? How many people can you kill?"

"A lot. Anyone who makes you sad, I can let them die."

"Include Ruoyan?"

"Including Ruoyan."

Fengming pressed himself into Rong Tian's chest, he still felt cold.

Rong Hu Qiulan's voice and smile kept rolling in his mind, but he was reminded ruthlessly and cruelly that the distant camp was burning.

The three princesses and Bo Ling died together.

The charming and seductive Mei Ji, finally gave her life for her beloved man.

When the fire goes out, nothing will be traced.

One hundred years is just like a white horse crossing a gap. Human life is so fragile.

Will Rong Tian's life be so vulnerable?

Feng Ming raised her head and fumbled for Rong Tian's angular face.

"Rong Tian ..." He called anxiously.

"Ok?"

Fengming's voice seemed to be choking. After understanding, she let go of her tight body and fell back into Rong Tian's arms, and whispered, "You hurt me so much."

Rong Tian touched his swollen face with regret, but swears seriously, "If you dare not take your life seriously in the future, I will make you hurt even more."

Although Rong Tian was there to comfort him, how could the grief of losing Rong Hu and others be calmed down in a while. Feng Ming and Rong Tian whispered something. They couldn't control themselves like they didn't start, and no longer shed tears, but their faces were still dim.

He saw that Rong Tian had been watching him with concern, knowing that if he wasn't cheering up again, he would only make Rong Tian weigh more and harder, and he could barely sit upright on the stone, groan for a while, and said, "Where is the strong child? This one? Does he know? "

Rong Tian sighed, "He was also present when interrogating Tong Jianmei. Do you know he knows?"

Fengming sank, "Where is he?"

"Lieer was smart since he was a child, and needless to say, he already understands the current situation." Rong Tian said, "After questioning Tong Jianyi, he didn't say a word, and went to visit the wounded soldiers there." He paused. He paused with a thin smile and pursed his lips, "Maybe I'm afraid to stay with me for a little longer, and I will beg you for help like you."

Fengming smiled for a long time before laughing, "Even Lieer is more sensible than me. I suddenly remembered ..." He stopped suddenly.

Rong Tian asked, "Remembered?"

"I think of Lu Dan." Feng Ming sighed, "Before Lu Dan died, he had a long talk with me. He asked me, does Ming Wang know what is the trend?"

Excuse me, do you know what the trend is ...

Lu Dan's warm voice sounded in his ears.

Some people often think of it again and again after it turns into smoke.

The national teacher Lu Dan is just such an unforgettable person.

The trend.

It's like a big ship walking on the rapids without a rudder that can control the direction. Even if the people on the ship are smart enough to figure out when the big ship will hit the reef and sink, there is not enough power to turn the situation around.

All I could see was the big ship going to destruction.

At this moment, Feng Ming can finally understand the helplessness and grief in her heart when Lu Dan said these words.

Empathy.

Some tragedies, even if foreseeable, are powerless to change. Because the consequences of the intervention may be a heavier price.

Feng Ming has so far been unable to accept this overly cruelty.

Rong Tian said, "The world is so big, it is impossible to find another Ludan. It is a pity to be born in Dongfan."

Obviously, Lu Dan also impressed him extremely deeply.

"But he feels that being born in Dongfan is the greatest luck in his life. Only being born in Dongfan can you meet King Dongfan." Fengming shook his head and stood up and said, "Yes, there is one thing required You, Qiuyue could not help telling me, but that was also a last resort. Qiu Lan and her sisters were sad enough. Don't blame her for this again. Where did the wounded soldiers gather? I went to see Lie child."

Rong Tian raised his hand and pointed, "There is a small hill over there, Lie Er should be there." Watching Feng Ming was about to leave, he couldn't help but pull him, let Feng Ming turn around to face himself, there was a joyful God's eyes looked at him, "To appease others, you must first calm down. When you see Lie Er, don't cry yourself."

Fengming gritted her teeth and remained silent for half a day before whispering, "Even if I have tears, I'm already dry in front of you."

Rong Tian nodded, "OK." Let go of Fengming.

Feng Ming passed in the direction of Rong Tian's guidance, and after a while he saw the small hill. Although it is only a thin strip, the landscape is clear, and it feels refreshing at a glance. This best place to rest was given to the wounded soldiers, allowing the wounded soldiers to enjoy the peace of the post-war comfortably by the water under the trees.

The news of the camp being destroyed has been returned, but most of the low-ranking soldiers have waited a few days with Mei Ji, not even a chance to take a good look at it. Even if it is Rong Hu, it is also Rong Tian's confidant guard. There is no room for friendship. When I heard that if words were to kill people, they just scolded a few cruel words, but the sadness was not as deep as Feng Ming and others.

It is also true that after a late night **** battle, it is already a great pleasure to be wounded without dying. For this group of wounded soldiers, it should be a time to rejoice in life.

When they saw Feng Ming coming, everyone raised their necks from the grass, "Ming King!"

"Heaven King is here!"

Fengming was in a heavy mood, but she had to smile at them, and nodded, and bent over and patted their shoulders, "Does the wound still hurt?"

I consoled the past all the way, and suddenly saw Qiu Xing sitting alone, wiping tears against the water, hurried over, and screamed gently, "Qiu Xing?"

"Ah?" Qiu Xing was full of anxiety, in case someone suddenly talked behind him, looking back, only to find Feng Ming, wiped his face with a handkerchief, "Why did Ming Wang come here? Do you ... already know? "

"Ok."

"Is Qiuyue talking to you?"

Fengming nodded.