The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

He is between the real and the unreal, watching this thousand-year-old dynasty gradually decline until it perishes.

He clearly remembered how she refused to practice martial arts a few years ago, frowning and saying that she was afraid of sweating and wanted to be lazy.

But it is not necessary to practice martial arts, and no one will say anything to her if she refuses, no matter what the reason is for refusing.

But now, the girl in the courtyard is struggling to hold the sword, her wrist is not strong, how can a novice from scratch hold the iron sword, it is easy to sway, the sword seems to fall from her hand .

The sword can't be held firmly, let alone swung out. If it really faces the enemy, it will be shot down immediately.

But she still holds the long sword and lifts it straightly every day to practice her wrist strength and arm strength, which is only a small part of daily martial arts practice.

The girl who once rejected martial arts and liked to be lazy, is now extremely serious, and seems to be eager to absorb this knowledge.

Her relatives concealed something from her, and she didn't want her to worry too much about it. How could the atmosphere in the palace and the unusual behavior of her relatives from the past make her feel confused and flustered.

They didn't want her to know the cruel and cruel facts, but this unknown panic made her even more uneasy.

She can only use her own way, wanting to contribute, not wanting to be a burden that drags them down.

Every day, Rong Qing silently accompanies her by her side, watching her holding her sword more and more steadily, she has made some progress. Her hands were originally soft and squeamish, but they had thin calluses, and several times. , rubbed the cocoon and bleeds.

Day after day, in such a tense and frozen atmosphere, a year passed.

The moonlight was smeared with blood, Luo Ci was woken up by the second prince in the middle of the night, his expression was eager, no longer calm, he held her wrist tightly, and said in a low voice, "Follow me!"

In the night, she was pulled by the wrist, almost being led to keep up with the second prince's pace, staggering. The two figures passed through the splendid palace, avoiding everyone's eyes, as if someone was chasing them behind.

She bit her lip, her heart kept falling, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Until she was brought into a hidden secret passage, the second prince asked her to hide in, explained the matter as clearly as possible, and then prepared to leave.

Luo Ci held his sleeve with her backhand, her beautiful eyes glowing with water, her voice trembling slightly, "Second brother... how about you?"

The second prince didn't turn around. In the slightly dark passage, he could only see his figure and a few styles of clothes. He paused, turned to rub her head, and smiled at her, "I'll take the emperor brother Take it."

"If you find that the situation is not right, remember not to make a sound and keep going inside."

The light was very weak, and she could hardly see the other person's expression. She didn't understand anything, her voice seemed to be choked, and her throat hurt, "...Okay."

She can't ask for it willfully, and her ability is nothing but a hindrance. How could it be possible with only that year's practice.

She silently watched the figure leave and closed the passage.

The slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and the full of tears finally fell, like crystal broken beads, falling down in twos.

She suddenly understood that there are many things in this world that are not satisfactory. Even if she has the courage to break the boat, she still has to consider many factors.

She has the courage to face even death together, but she lost to the royal brothers and their hopes of surviving.

As long as she's with them, they'll never be able to focus on coping, and her life doesn't just belong to her.

After the entrance of the passage was closed, there was almost no light. She held the night pearl stuffed by her brother, and pressed the other hand on the hilt of the sword, silently waiting for someone who might not wait at all.

And no result came...

She blinked her eyelashes slowly, her eyes a little lost and scattered.

The girl fell alone on the cold ground, wrapping her knees, the light from the night pearl illuminated her face, pale and fragile, and the sword on the side also reflected a little sharp cold light through the night pearl.

She grasped the hilt subconsciously, trying to gain some comfort and security.

I don't know how long she had been sitting stiffly, when she heard footsteps coming from the entrance, hurriedly, slightly messy, clenching her sword, and slowly stood up against the wall, silently.

It wasn't until the footsteps were gone for a long time and the surroundings became quiet again that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Luo Ci looked down at Ye Mingzhu, she didn't want to sit still and wait for nothing.

No turnaround, no change, no hope.

She took the long sword and walked towards the inside of the passage step by step. She was not sure where the exit would be, but the final destination was the same.

She wants to go back.

The dark passage is very long, and the road ahead is illuminated by the night pearl, just like the end of this life. She could only see a short section of the road ahead through the night pearl, and more roads were still in the dark and full of unknowns.

No matter what lies ahead, she can only face it alone and make a choice with a clear conscience.

Solitary decision.

She couldn't live alone in a secret passage, and she couldn't ignore the fact that her father and the others were likely to encounter unexpected events.

Even dead.

She didn't know that across time and space, across the boundary between reality and illusion, someone was watching all this silently, and he couldn't stop it, and he couldn't intervene.

How could he not know what the consequences of her actions would be.

It was because he knew, and because he saw her determined to stay with her parents and brothers, whether they survived or not, that he was heartbroken and heartbroken.

For her at this moment, standing out to defend against the enemy doesn't seem to be such a terrible thing. Compared with being lonely all her life, she has to remain anonymous for the rest of her life. Not bad ending.

Luo Ci didn't know how long it took or what was going on outside, so she reached the exit just by thinking in her heart.

The exit was under the bed of a small house outside the West City Gate. She crawled out silently, holding a long sword in her hand, and rushed towards the sound of killing.

Walking on the road, she heard the conversation of passersby.

"Fortunately, those soldiers didn't kill anyone they saw, only the royal family. As long as we don't resist, we can still live here in the future."

"do not talk."

"Why can't you say it? If you are really ashamed, how can you watch the guards who protected you get stabbed to death and choose to become the people of the new country?"

"..."

They have lived in this territory called the Dayan Dynasty for generations, but they have easily abandoned their identity as people of Dayan, and can become citizens of other countries at any time.

Not long ago, the guards who defended their guards with their lives against the invasion of foreign enemies seemed like a joke.