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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 39"

weight="152038"

series = ["General’s Gown"]

mode = "manual"

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Back down a few steps, open your arms like a bat and rush towards the retreating children!

For this Meng Xiantan that only virgin blood can feed, he exhausted his mind. Now that he was destroyed by these people, he would never forgive! No one can forgive!

Xiang Yu turned his head suddenly, and saw that the great witch doctor held a short blade in his right hand, his left hand was like a claw, and his eyes were fierce and decisive. He was able to pounce in just a few steps. He immediately lifted the knife to protect him, and Wei Jin limped and shouted hoarsely. To make the young children retreat. However, there are too many children around them. Under the sudden change of the situation, the two of them simply cannot fight. Especially the youngest children, who were scared by the ferocious white wolves. At this time, the great witch doctor rushed forward. The hideous white wolf mask on their faces made these children unable to tell whether he was a human being. It was a ghost, and it was so scared that his legs were shaking like chaff, and he could no longer take a step.

Ahhhhhhh!

While screaming, the toddler suddenly shrank, but a decisive figure suddenly appeared in his frightened pupils!

Yan Changqing exhausted all his strength to hug these young children who were too late to escape. Between the lightning and flint, Yan Changqing had no time to draw a knife to counterattack, but stubbornly turned his head, preparing to block the fatal blow of the great witch doctor with his fearless gaze and flesh and blood—

However, this blow did not fall.

Only a step away from Yan Changqing, the great witch doctor suddenly stopped the offensive, and the large and elegant black robe fell slowly, like a black bird with its wings folded.

"You... very much like him." The great witch doctor quietly looked at Yan Changqing's eyes.

Many, many years ago, a boy in white also looked at him with such stubborn eyes. How fearless, how pure, and what a pair of beautiful eyes, it was like the cleanest snow and the most thorough ice on the top of Bai Cang Mountain.

But now, letting those eyes look at oneself again, even if it's just a glance, has become an extravagant desire.

Yan Changqing was taken aback for a moment, and he didn't understand what the great witch doctor meant. Obviously, he won only a little, why?

The great witch doctor shook his head slightly, then took a closer look at Yan Changqing: "But it doesn't look like this anymore."

For some reason, Yan Changqing actually heard a bit of sadness and sadness in the voice of the great witch doctor. However, without waiting for him to think about it, a gust of wind swept over, and the great witch doctor snorted and vomited a mouthful of blood.

The white wolf mask fell to the ground with a "slap", revealing a pale face. The messy long hair covered most of his side face, which was as deep as a knife. The great witch doctor was startled, his eyes turned sadly.

Helian Rongchuan withdrew the scimitar from under the ribs of the great witch doctor, his face was as cold as ice.

But the great witch doctor did not look at him.

In the faint green pupils, the reflections are full of the sea of ​​dreams of the night blooming.

The petals are whiter than snow, and the stamens are brighter than blood. Meng Xian Tan, who had spent so much effort planting, had waited for so long before opening up Meng Xian Tan, but in a blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"It's only one step...only one step..." The Great Witch Doctor muttered to himself, lowering his head to cover the knife in his abdomen, but bright red blood still kept coming out of his fingers.

"Unfortunately, there is no chance again."

At the feet of the great witch doctor, there were only three or four Meng Xiantan that had not been affected by the fire. However, these plants did not bloom, just snow-white, heavy buds. The corner of the great witch doctor's mouth raised a desperate sorrow, and he uprooted the epiphanies with his bloody palms.

Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan couldn't help being stunned. At the moment when the blood of the great witch doctor came into contact with those epiphanies, the buds that had been in bud, turned out to be like a shy girl who slowly raised her head, blooming slowly.

"Heh, heh, heh!" The great witch doctor clenched his hand tightly on the few remaining epiphanies. As far as he could see, he saw all the ground in the scorched earth, which were either trampled on to mud or burned to withered branches. Meng Xiantan, and the corpses of the white wolf in a pool of blood. The great witch doctor suddenly burst into a miserable laugh.

Amidst the laughter, all the white wolves stopped their attacks and raised their heads silently to look at the great witch doctor.

All the white wolves gathered around the great witch doctor suddenly only heard a very harsh long whistle. The great witch doctor stretched out his hand and stroked the biggest white wolf, with blood on his lips, and whispered, "Take me to see him again... the last time."

The white wolf whispered and lowered his head incomparably obediently. The great witch doctor leaned over on the white wolf with some difficulty. The white wolf raised his neck and let out a long roar, carrying the great witch doctor and leaping up, leading all the white wolves to rush out like a white whirlwind.

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Thanks to the little angel "Jiasheng Xiaoxu" for irrigating the nutrient solution 15

Thanks to the little angel for "bow to Ruijin forces" for irrigating nutrient solution 5

Epiphany and a dream eight

The morning sun has not yet risen, and the Bai Cang Snow Mountains are surrounded by moist and cool fog. From a distance, the layers of mountains and mountains are all soaked in the night, with a cool blue.

Yan Changqing climbed over another high mountain, letting the cold fog wet his hair, eyelashes and clothes. But he knew that soon the sun would rise.

Yan Changqing had previously learned from the people of Qinchuan that all the people of Qinchuan who were infected with the disease drank unboiled water from the Bailang River. The Bailang River was formed by the great witch doctor who led people to excavate water veins from the Baicang Mountain a few years ago and drain it.

White Wolf River, plague, holy medicine. What is the connection between these three? The root cause of the Qinchuan people's infection must be found from the source of the Bailang River.

Judging from the blood stains shed when the great witch doctor escaped, and the footprints of the White Wolf, it seems that the great witch doctor also fled to the source of the White Wolf River.

In order to prevent the snakes from attacking the grass, and because of the steep and cold mountain roads, Yan Changqing has asked the rescuers called by Frost Horse to take the virgins back to the city first, only to go up the mountain with Helian Rongchuan, Xiang Yu, and Wei Jin to find out. .

"Changqing, is it cold?" Helian Rongchuan followed in his footsteps, a little worried between his brows.

Yan Changqing shook his head. Along the way, he has rejected Helian Rongchuan's concerned gaze and the request to take off his clothes and impose on him countless times.

"I'm not a kid, and I don't need your protection.

Junxiu's eyebrows wrinkled deeply, and Yan Changqing strongly refused:

"Instead of protecting me, take care of yourself."

Coming out of Qinchuan City this time, Helian Rongchuan protected him too well. Whenever he encountered danger, Helian Rongchuan would stand in front of him for the first time. This made Yan Changqing very angry.

Bastard, doesn't Helen Rongchuan care about his own life in the slightest! ?

"I can't do this..." Helian Rongchuan spread his hands helplessly: "Protect you, but my first instinct."

It was his usual jesting tone, but Yan Changqing clearly saw the bottomless tenderness in his crystal clear amber eyes.

Helian Rongchuan didn't make a joke. Every time he faced danger, Helian Rongchuan did not hesitate to protect him and made a desperate move.

But because of this, Yan Changqing was even more confused and more apprehensive.

Yan Changqing didn't say a word, but moved forward faster, deliberately trying to throw Helian Rongchuan a distance. It seems that only in this way can he avoid Helian Rongchuan's too hot sight, and ignore his flustered, throbbing heart.

Helian Rongchuan looked at his stubborn back, shook his head and smiled helplessly, and followed with strides.

"Look, here." After walking for a while, Yan Changqing suddenly stopped. Not far from his feet, there was a pit with a depth of more than ten feet, which was obviously crushed.

The four of them looked down cautiously, and saw that there were two white wolves lying horizontally in the pit. don’t know how long they had been dead. The shriveled wolf skin was glowing with shining green light, and their tongues stretched out long, pale and pale. The godless eyes still stared at the sky, seeming to be full of sadness.

Along the way, they have encountered dozens of such pits, and in each pit, there are dead animal corpses that have been mistakenly trapped in them. Moose, yellow sheep, roe deer, of course, are the white wolves who have the most.

These deep pits, like the ones they encountered on the grassland, were obviously formed naturally. But the Qinchuan people in the reinforcements said that they had never seen these deep pits before the Bailang River was excavated.

The more you go up the mountain, the more these deep pits become.

What surprised Yan Changqing and his party even more was that as the number of pits increased, there were more and more dead animals along the road. In addition to those who died in the pit, there were others who fell down outside the pit.

Withered corpses, pale eyes, and without exception, an elongated tongue.

For some reason, the corpses of these animals reminded Yan Changqing of the people infected with the epidemic in Qinchuan.

Wei Jin looked serious and asked everyone to wear a facial mask.

"Yes." Wei Jin stared at the dead body of another white wolf, and said: "These animals may have been infected with the same plague as the people of Qinchuan."

The sea of ​​clouds was vast, the fog was vast, and the sun did not come out. Under the heavy lead gray clouds, there were sporadic sand, sand and snow particles. Accompanied by the more and more violent cold wind, they unscrupulously hit the faces of several people. . Finally, after crossing a dense, ancient black pine forest, the scene in front of him suddenly opened up.

On the top of the towering Bai Cangxue Mountain, there is white ice and snow that has not changed for thousands of years. The vast white mist is like a ribbon, long in the meantime, thick and light, constantly gathering, spreading, permeating, and finally all precipitate and melt into a small clear, sapphire-like lake.

The water of the Bailang River that irrigates the entire Qinchuan city originated from this vast lake.

Although the scenery is extremely beautiful, the expressions of the four of them are very solemn.

"Stab, stab, stab."

The thick fog covered part of the line of sight in front of me, and could only hear the sound of the lake water behind the fog, which was sharp, as if nails were scraping hard objects.

Helian Rongchuan and Yan Changqing looked at each other, and at the same time they pulled out the scimitars from their waists and put them on their chests.

A cold wind hit, and the fog gradually dispersed. The four of them looked towards the edge of the lake and couldn't help being stunned by the sight in front of them.

Hundreds of white wolves were densely gathered by the water of that small lake, unintentionally and exceptionally digging the hard black rocks on the shore of the lake with their claws. The harsh scratching sound was made by these white wolves.

The wolves dug the ground extremely hard, and many of the wolf's claws had been worn away and blood was shed. But none of the wolves stopped.

The four of them looked intently, and only then discovered that the vast lake in front of them seemed to be a small gem embedded in a mountain col. The lake shore is extremely high, surrounded by extremely steep and hard boulders almost perpendicular to the lake water.

Yan Changqing couldn't help being surprised by the geological structure of the lake in front of him. How could there be such a lake, the surface of the lake is so low, and the shore of the lake so high and steep, except for the birds in the sky, what creatures can approach this lake and take water to drink?

So these white wolves are... digging the lake? They want to dig down this steep lake shore and get water?

Yan Changqing's brows frowned even tighter.

A little young wolf, seemingly tired following the she-wolf, slipped aside quietly, with its furry head reflected in the clear lake. The cold lake water seemed to be extremely tempting to this thirsty little wolf with its pink tongue out.

The little wolf stepped cautiously, down the sloping, smooth boulder, approaching the puddle of water deep in between the boulders little by little.

However, the boulder was too slippery. Just when the tip of the little wolf's nose touched the lake water and was about to take a greedily drink, the little wolf slipped on his feet and plunged into the lake with a sudden plop.

The sound of the little wolf struggling in the lake immediately alarmed the white wolf who was working hard. One of the she-wolves rushed out in a panic, but a steep boulder blocked her way.

"Woo!" The she wolf wailed, kicked hard on her hind foot, and plunged into the lake. In the splash of water, the she-wolf grabbed the coyote by the back of her neck and swam to the lake. But no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't re-climb the boulder that was almost perpendicular to the lake surface.

There was already thin ice on the boulder, and slippery wolf claws, and there was nowhere to take advantage of it. The other white wolves stood by the lake hurriedly and whimpered, but they were helpless.

Gradually, the sound of splashing water disappeared. The she-wolf still maintained the rigid posture of struggling to land, holding her child, slowly sinking to the bottom of the lake.

Yan Changqing averted his gaze a little intolerably.

"Oh my God!" Wei Jin shouted in surprise behind him.

Looking along the place where the she-wolf sank, saw that countless bones were deposited on the bottom of the lake, and many dead animal corpses that could not rot in the future. At the bottom of the sparkling clear lake, these corpses even shone with bright green light.

"There are no human bones." Helian Rongchuan carefully recognized: "It's moose, white wolves, and other animals. It seems that they are the same as the wolf mother and son, because they are drinking water, accidentally falling, and then Did not climb up either."

Yan Changqing suddenly realized.

So many dead animals are deposited on the bottom of the lake. And this lake is the birthplace of the White Wolf River. No wonder the people of Qinchuan would have a plague after drinking the water from the White Wolf River!

It turns out that this corpse lake is the source of the plague!

The four of them were surprised. The white wolves closest to them seemed to hear the sound, and their sharp ears suddenly ridged. Immediately afterwards, all the white wolves seemed to have heard the call, and they all stood up at once. The snow-white wolf hair roots, sharp teeth, piercing eyes, with killing intent, seemed to be instantaneous. Come and tear them to pieces!

But at this moment, could only hear the other side of the lake, and suddenly heard a short, fluttering whistle.

All the wolves turned their heads one after another and looked across the lake.

A thin figure loomed among the swirling snowflakes. saw that figure flicked his sleeves gently, and the white wolf headed nodded, took a few steps calmly, walked to Yan Changqing and the others, and flicked his tail lightly.

Yan Changqing put down the scimitar, slightly surprised.

What does this white wolf mean is to ask them to follow it?

"What does this great witch doctor mean? Will there be fraud?" Xiang Yu said hesitantly.

"I've come here, what are you afraid of." Wei Jin said: "I want to see what the dying person will sell. If you are afraid, just hide here and wait for us!"

"I'm not afraid, I'm not worried about your injury..." Xiang Yu explained helplessly.

Wei Jin laughed. He didn't know what Xiang Yu meant, but deliberately asked for those sharp words to make this stupid man happy.

Helian Rongchuan held Yan Changqing's hand and did not speak. Yan Changqing nodded slightly, and the two walked side by side.

Under the heavy snow, the great witch doctor was standing on the high platform. He had already put on a snow-white robe, and his coat was embroidered with big flowers in bloom.

In the strong wind, the great witch doctor is like a snowbird flying in the wind, and it seems that it will fold its wings and fall at any time.

Yan Changqing followed the white wolf step by step on the high platform, only to realize that on the platform behind the great witch doctor, there were hundreds of transparent ice coffins!

The great witch doctor didn't look at the four people who came forward, but staggered towards an ice coffin behind him, leaving a bloody footprint with every step he took.

The great witch doctor leaned down and smiled.

Across the ice coffin, Yan Changqing clearly saw that lying there was also a young man who was also wearing a white robe. His black eyelashes were drooping, and his profile was thin and graceful, as white as snow, without the breath of a living person.

Several blooming Meng Xiantan are being solemnly placed on the ice coffin by the great witch doctor.

Around the ice coffin, hundreds of slightly blooming Meng Xiantan have been spread.

"I'm sorry." The great witch doctor stretched out his hand and gently stroked the soft black hair of the young man in the coffin, his tone was full of guilt: "With the previous ones, it is still not enough for a thousand flowers, I don't know if it's useful?"

The great witch doctor said, raising a short dagger and slashing his palm.

The bright red blood fell drop by drop on the dream fairy epiphany, in a flash