The sweaty horse neighed immediately, its front hooves flying, and it kicked and killed many soldiers who were besieging. However, the horse soon lost its strength after being seriously injured. Before its front hooves fell, a soldier rushed forward chopped off its legs.

Liuyue collapsed suddenly. Huo Yang jumped off his horse, and four or five heads fell to the ground as soon as the sword fell. He touched Liu Yue's head with a sad expression on his face. Huo Yang looked up in the direction of Su Tai, and there was unspeakable anger hidden in Sen's cold eyes.

Su Tai quietly turned behind a soldier. She was still thinking about how to approach Huo Yang when she suddenly heard a low voice in the air.

He flew over, and the man in front of Su Tai was split in half between the lightning and flint, and the stench of blood splashed all over Su Tai. She stared at Huo Yang, who was still murderous in her eyes.

They faced each other in such an unprepared situation. She saw that the look in his eyes gradually showed unbelievable surprise from the cold to the bone marrow.

The blood, the battlefield, and the endless slaughter seemed to make up for the last face of Xu Guo's future.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is over, and suddenly feel a little reluctant to let this story~╮(╯▽╰)╭

☆, ghost (below)

Chapter VII

"Su..." As soon as Huo Yang opened his mouth, Su Tai suddenly came back to his senses, she rushed forward and hugged Huo Yang.

The person he hugged was no longer as fragrant and soft as it used to be like a woman. The icy armor made a crisp sound. There was no breathing in her ears, and there was a deep rotten smell on her body. All the feelings soaked Huo Yang's emotions, and he was generally absent-minded.

Su Tai took this opportunity to untie the big hood he was wearing on his shoulders and threw it away. Huo Yang's armor was no different from an ordinary soldier. Su Tai dragged him and moved a few steps in the chaotic battlefield. It was no longer clear who was the Great General of the State of Wei.

Huo Yang was led away by Su Tai for a while before he woke up: "You killed Liuyue... To save me?" Su Tai turned his back and walked in front of himself, Huo Yang frowned, "Su Tai!"

The person in front paused, and when Su Tai turned around, he raised his hand, and the white powder scattered. Huo Yang's eyes flashed, and his body immediately softened: "You... plot against me again." Su Tai caught his limp body and heard him murmuring soberly, "It's okay, it's okay..."

This sigh is more desolate than helpless. It's like saying that she will lose her hand in this life, even in this life.

Su Tai didn't show the slightest hint of emotion, put on a fight with Huo Yang, and slowly retreated to an empty tent. She took out a soldier's uniform from her arms and helped Huo Yang put it on.

Su Tai knew that if Huo Yang was to leave these three thousand soldiers and escape alone in such a situation, he would definitely not dare. This man is also so bloody and persistent in his heart. She had to kill his horse, drag him down from the target of public criticism, and wish to turn him into a piece of dust, because only in this way could she save him.

Because the taste of death is so terrifying, it is a kind of despair that crawling out of the eyes no matter how suppressed it is, it is the panic that can flow out of the rolling throat no matter how much you comfort yourself, it is the kind of feeling that can be sniffed at the tip of the nose no matter how firm the heart is. Helpless to the bloody smell.

She softheartedly didn't want Huo Yang to know about such a feeling.

Su Tai waited until the sound of killing outside the camp had subsided, and then carried Huo Yang out, and the three thousand soldiers of the Wei Kingdom were wiped out.

The cold air smelled of blood. Su Tai lowered his eyebrows and retreated from the battlefield following the troops of the Rong people to treat the wounded. On the way, she killed dozens of wounded soldiers, robbed the horse, and took Huo Yang through the icy valley to find the guard camp.

She had never been so grateful for the body of a zombie. If it was the previous Sutai, the injuries she suffered on the battlefield would have been enough to kill her. This body has no pain, never grows old and never dies. If she doesn't say the last word, she can live like this forever.

But what does it mean to her to be alive all the time.

She felt so clearly that her feelings gradually disappeared with the death of her body. She was no longer moved or sad, and the only thing left was stubbornness.

When Huo Yang woke up, the wounds all over his body were completely bandaged. Looking at the environment he was in, he was almost instantly shocked.

Suddenly, he wanted to understand what Su Tai had done on the battlefield. He turned over, opened the tent and walked out. The soldiers guarding outside the tent immediately saluted him, and Huo Yang asked, "Where's the woman who brought me back?"

"Back to General, she seems to be gone."

Huo Yang's expression changed: "Without military orders, how dare you let people in enemy uniforms go!"

The two sergeants immediately knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "When the general came back, he was intimate with that woman...the subordinates thought, thought...so they didn't dare to stop her."

Huo Yang frowned, and before he could speak, out of the corner of his eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a woman dressed in gray standing not far away, staring at him. The two sergeants on their knees were happier than anyone else: "General, she's back!"

Su Tai looked at Huo Yang, her eyes were as quiet as water, she nodded gently to Huo Yang, then turned and left. Huo Yang clenched his fists, and there were countless questions in his heart. Back then, he watched the military doctor cut her stomach open with his own eyes, but why is she still alive now, why is she here, why... save him?

He couldn't help keeping up with Su Tai's footsteps, leaving the barracks, and Su Tai slowly walked towards the vast ice field.

The cold wind outside the Great Wall mixed with the goose feather-like snow brushed across their faces, and they walked very quietly one after another in the overwhelming white. Huo Yang suddenly felt that the woman seemed to emerge in the next moment.

"Sutai." He finally couldn't help calling out, but he couldn't find anything else to say except her name, Huo Yang. Su Tai continued to take a few steps forward, suddenly squatted, and dug out a white roughness in the ice and snow. This roughness medicine is extremely effective in treating trauma. She waved to Huo Yang and motioned for him to come over.

Putting the rough medicine into Huo Yang's hands, the cold fingertips touched his warm palm, and both of them were startled.

Su Tai thought, it would be great if she could forget the past, let go of everything, and stay by his side all the time, but that is impossible, with betrayal, death and hatred between them, she cannot lose her memory. , so can't accompany him.

At this moment, the question that has been rolling over thousands of times in Sutai's heart - "Why didn't you surrender the book?" to your king? Not even half a step back? Or are you just wanting to avenge my betrayal, and just want me to face the soldiers and people of Xu State in shameless underworld?

All the questions seemed so irrelevant at the moment. After all, even if Huo Yang finally accepted the surrender, it would not change the fact that he destroyed the Xu country.

He wants to be loyal to his country, and she wants to protect her king.

Su Tai suddenly realized that from the very beginning, fate had made them feel like strangers.

Su Tai photographed the snowflakes on Huo Yang's shoulders, just like in the midsummer season, she wiped the sweat from his forehead under the shade of a tree. She tried to bend her lips to smile, but in the end had to give up. Silence flowed between the two, and in the end, Su Tai finally held Huo Yang's hand and made his palm lightly against his abdomen.

The skin beneath the fabric was unexpectedly uneven. No matter how she arranges those internal organs, they will always pile up in a mess, telling the fact that she is dead.

Su Tai said lightly, "Huo Yang, he's a boy."

Huo Yang shuddered violently and shrank as if he was scalded. Su Tai let go of his hand, she looked down at her abdomen and gently stroked her, even though there was no expression on her face, the gentleness in her eyes was enough to make Huo Yang's breath burn.

Su Tai wanted to say that this child is healthy and beautiful like you. But life has never given her a chance to speak.

She took a step back, and Huo Yang subconsciously stretched out his hand to fish it out, but as soon as his hand touched her arm, Su Tai seemed to be shattered, with love and hate that no longer existed, as the cold wind blew Rolled into the heavy snow, fluttering and flying away.

Without even time to react, Huo Yang watched her disappear in front of his eyes.

This scene condensed into his nightmare in the future, entangled every night, unable to calm down.

With the sound of "sand", the peach comb fell on the snow, and Huo Yang was stunned. In the blink of an eye, I saw a pale and colorless hand picking up the wooden comb on the ground. I don't know when this woman in white appeared, and she seemed to be integrated with the sky and the earth. She took out a pen and gently tapped it on the wooden comb, as if comfortingly said, "I'll take away the ghost in your heart."

Huo Yang is still absent.

The white ghost raised his head and glanced at Huo Yang, who was described as dejected. His cold voice was a little indifferent: "Your ghost, I can't take it away."

From now on, this man will never let go of his memories, and he will never be able to recall the past...

Only the bone-cutting Acacia is left, and the pain is piercing the heart and spleen.

The author has something to say: This story is over~ A little bit reluctant~

☆, ghost painting (on)

Chapter One

In March, the weeping willows outside Miss Liu's boudoir sprouted just right, and the warm wind swept across the water, creating ripples.

The anxious figure smashed the courtyard, and the pink-clothed maid ran out of the courtyard: "Master! The master is not good, the young lady is going crazy again!" Behind her came a series of smashed porcelain bottles. Screaming horribly.

The pink-clothed maid stuck her head on the man at the corner, who calmly supported her, and then politely backed away. The maid looked up in a panic, and was stunned for a moment, so beautiful... a Taoist priest.

The middle-aged man behind the man scolded: "Stupid girl, rash and reckless! What way are you blocking, and you won't let the Taoist grow in!"

The girl just responded cowardly. The middle-aged man was still scolding, but the young Taoist waved his hand and said, "It's okay." The Taoist priest bypassed the girl and walked slowly into the yard. After a while, a porcelain cup smashed over, screaming with a female voice: "Go away! Go away! There are ghosts here... there are ghosts!"

Jing Ning looked at Miss Liu's face, and frowned slightly. He took out a huáng talisman from his arms and approached her while murmuring a spell.

The maid and the master of the Liu family looked around nervously, but saw that Miss Liu's expression slowly calmed down. When Jingning handed the huáng talisman to Miss Liu, her expression became as soft as before she got sick.

"Take it well and wait outside for a while."

Miss Liu held the talisman and walked out of the pavilion obediently. With a "kara" sound, the pavilion door was locked from the inside. Jing Ning's eyes slowly swept across every corner of the room, and then landed on the painting behind the incense case.

Beneath the weeping willows, the woman in the goose skirt leaned against the tree, as if she was watching fish, as if she was meditating, and at the same time, as if she was absent-minded. The tears stained her emotions like crying, and Jing Ning was almost in one. Instantly recognized that the painting was Miss Liu, and the next moment recognized that she was not Miss Liu.

He just moved, but he didn't do anything yet, when suddenly he saw the scene blooming, a head sticking out from the painting, and the childish-looking woman rolled her eyes in a pretentious manner and stretched out to him without any attack. Tongue, as if it could scare him away with a stupid look.

After making this grimace that could only make the child laugh, she quickly retracted her head and hid it like Wu Guī.

Jing Ning was stunned for a moment and then narrowed his eyes subtly. It was the first time he had seen a demon who was so stupid as to become this virtuous. With a cold face, he stepped forward and knocked on the incense case: "Come out." The scene was dead silent, Jing Ning made a decision, and an orange flame ignited in his hand: "I don't think you have done a lot of sin, I really want to I'll let you go, but..." He lightly burned the scroll with the flame, "If you want to continue doing evil, don't blame me for being rude."

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It continued to be silent for a while. As if she couldn't bear it, the woman stuck her head out again, sweating profusely, stuck her tongue out viciously, and made a low-level threat of "scare".