General is ferocious: arrogant lady, don't escape

At first she thought she had heard wrong, but one after another, the cries became louder and clearer“ Isn't that bad luck? It should be dreams, all dreams. " She hurriedly stepped down from the bed and inadvertently glanced at the palm sized air hole. Only then did she find that there was a bright red light that didn't look for Zhao

She was completely stunned! Stay where you are.

But what shocked her so much was not the bursts of crying, nor the flickering fire outside the stomata. But by the light of the fire, it clearly appeared on the surface of the stone wall in front of her.

She was like finding a treasure, wandering around in the stone chamber, searching for every trace of him. Sure enough, in a corner on the other side, I found several amateur but attentive graffiti portraits - two young ugly monsters holding two underage ugly monsters, and two middle-aged ugly monsters standing next to them“ This is Ziyi, Wan Yue, this is me and him, this is my parents... "Thanks to Gong Yueyue's intelligence, she can recognize the general identity from such a bad portrait based on the subtle differences between clothes and body shape.

"My poor husband... How much pain have you suffered..." she leaned against the wall and sat down slowly. Zhao Changyuan's loneliness, pain and desperate struggle here were vividly remembered as a slide. All this, in the final analysis, was because of her, but he didn't mention a word to her.

"I didn't suffer, really. I just miss you, my parents and children. " She thought of his calm comfort again. She felt so distressed that her breathing began to be difficult.

At first, I just felt more and more suffocated. Later, I couldn't complete a whole set of breathing movements.

"Cough cough cough"

Until she realized that the choking and twitching in her chest and lungs were not entirely due to her mood, and the thick smoke had poured out of the door.

"Ah! God... Help... Help... "She finally came back to reality, got up in panic and ran outside the door, but as soon as she stepped out of the door of the small stone room, she found that the whole bottom floor was covered with thick smoke.

She put her hands around the door and looked back at the mottled marks on the wall. Zhao Changyuan's voice seemed to ring in his ear again - "I know you must be afraid, gang Ba dad, I love you..."

"I'm not afraid of anything with you. I love you too. " With this sentence, she took out the dagger from Zhao Changyuan from her waist and groped out in the thick smoke with her memory.

Vaguely, the upward winding stairs were close at hand. With an optimistic smile on her face, she stepped up.

"Boom -" a loud noise shook the earth, followed by the second roar, the third, the fourth... Gong Yueyue didn't know why, so she staggered to hold on to the wall and finally got a firm foothold in the earthquake and mountains. The wall cracked a long crack with a "click", and at the same time, boulders fell from her head

"Sure enough, it's still a grave. It's good as long as you live."

The reason why I use the term "in memory" is that when I mention him today, I can't find the feeling of throbbing and joy in my heart.

Why? I don't know the answer. It seems that my love, like my life, has been forcibly cut off by an inexplicable sword since I was shot to ancient times.

I remember it was a year ago today. When I woke up, I was in a dark ruins. Head broken and bleeding, whole body collapse and weakness. To make matters worse, a huge stone on my back almost crushed me into meat patties.

Just as I was going to pass out, the boulder behind me suddenly loosened. I snorted, then I heard a man's dull roar, and the boulder finally moved away from me

It took me a whole month to accept the fact that I have been separated from my loved ones for thousands of years. Warm and comfortable room, loving parents, handsome lovers, my own face and body... All these have nothing to do with me.

Today, I am just the wounded in the home of a kind villager near Yumenguan on the edge of the desert. Unknown identity, origin and home address.

In the twinkling of an eye, my broken body has gradually healed. But in my heart, there always seems to be a hole. The medicine stone has no spirit and can't be filled. Mom and dad Jiang Haoran, I never stop missing these people, but... It seems that there is still inexplicable pain in the most inaccessible place in the depths of my soul, always attacking me unprepared.

"Oh, are you staying?" The hostess he Sangu came in with a vegetable basket. She saw me standing alone by the door in a daze and welcomed me with a surprised look on her face.

"Yes!" I also smiled and nodded.

"Come out by yourself?"

"Yes!"

She put down the basket and took me to look left and right: "do you feel any pain or discomfort?"

"There's no pain. It seems to be cured."

"Well, you're lucky, girl!"

There seems to be a heat flow in my heart up to my nose. If I say blessing is great, how can I die with my relatives? But if it weren't for my great fortune, how could I happen to be rescued from the rubble and the edge of death by the father and son of this family?

"Mother, mother!" He Bo, the male owner of the house, sounded flustered outside the door.

"What's the matter? What are you yelling at?" He Sangu frowned to meet him.

"Close the door!" As soon as he Bo entered the door, he tied the door with his back hand. His face was extremely ugly.

"What are you panicking about? Why did you come back so early today? "

"There's a madman in the street. Take a long knife and go door to door! I think he seems to be running here. I'm worried about you! "

He Sangu smiled, "ah? What's the matter? "

I laughed and didn't speak. I'm probably just a madman.

At this time, he Zhen, who has been cutting firewood in the backyard, also came out to join the fun: "I guess I haven't seen a good-looking one." When he said this, his eyes inadvertently aimed at me. I grinned at him, and he quickly drew back his eyes. Who doesn't know the mind of this 17-year-old boy? Just, what if you know?

While we were talking, we heard the sound of riots outside our door coming towards us from far and near. He Bo was shocked and turned pale: "listen to the news, it seems that he really came to us."

He Zhen just looked relaxed. At this time, he also looked like earth. He pushed his mother and I into the inner room: "hide quickly, girl, don't really catch him!"

It's just a madman. I didn't think it was terrible, but the old and young people exaggerated the terrible atmosphere. I had to cooperate obediently and was stuffed into the wardrobe by he Sangu and he Yu.

Even in the cold winter, it's not too muggy, but it's unbearable to hide in this small space. As time went by, my patience was gradually consumed by this funny encounter.

Just as I was about to open the cabinet door and go out, I heard a loud noise outside - "bang Dang!" I guess the door was kicked open. I can't help thinking that he's a madman. Otherwise, if anyone has such poor quality, his sister will beat him all over the ground looking for teeth! Oh, no, I'm a weak and soft girl who has just recovered from a serious illness. I'm not the criminal police sister who kicked on the face plate as soon as I raised my foot! Impulse is the devil, which should be borne in mind in the future.

Although my vision is only a gap in front of me, I can also hear the messy footsteps outside through the door and feel the panic of my family.

The house was not big, and the footsteps were far and near. It was not long before I came to the house where I was now. I can also slightly widen the gap between the door panels, enough to see what's happening outside.

But the first thing that came through the crack of the door was a strong smell of sweat, which almost smoked me half to death. Finally, I covered my nose and looked out. I saw a tall back covering all my sight

This pair of back has long hair reaching the waist, but it is spread behind without restraint. From the perspective of hair quality and quantity, it should belong to the physique of young people. It's a pity that this guy hasn't combed his hair for several years. Otherwise, in this age, who can pour out more tangled pigtails than brother sharp? But that's not what surprised me. What really shocked me, more specifically, was the man's clothes - not as poor and ragged as ordinary madmen, not to mention royal clothes, but white filial piety.

No one answered for a long time, but suddenly, a strange voice came into my ear across the door: "there is a girl in your family." The voice was neither high nor low, neither heavy nor thin, clean as a feather over the blade, and it was obvious that he used an affirmative tone.

I looked out curiously close to the crack in the door and saw him with his back to me and pick up a rouge box from the corner table. It seems that the madman is not stupid. At least I can recognize the color of this rouge. Most of them are young girls who dare to use it.

"Er... No, just my mother, just my mother, a big girl." He Zhen explained in a panic. He must regret that he bought such a superfluous thing on the street and gave it to me. I didn't want it. I didn't like pink. Plus being ill in bed, he didn't want to paint rouge. Of course, he Sangu would not use such a delicate color.

"Yes... This is mine... Mine..." he Sangu hurried to help.

The madman didn't speak any more, and I couldn't see his expression at the moment. But he put the rouge back, and then focused on other parts of the room, such as... The wardrobe behind him.

When he turned to face me, I suddenly found that my heart missed a few beats. It's not because of fear, nor is it like that in TV dramas. When you look back, a madman turns into a male god.

His front looks more down-to-earth than his back. His clothes are stained, his sleeves are seriously worn, and his toe tips are broken, revealing two or three toes.