"Du Yun is your father?"

Huangfu Tianduo seemed to have remembered something. He breathed a heavy sigh and said with a somewhat distant look, "I have thought about stopping it, but I am unable to do so."

"The little girl has never blamed the emperor. If it weren't for the emperor's plea, the little girl might not even have a chance to collect her father's body."

Du Yinxiang smiled bitterly, with a lot of sadness and helplessness in her eyes, "The little girl will never forget the piles of corpses of her clansmen on the altar, and will always remember that day, the blood of the black and brown people flowed all over the old age.

Shuihe will always remember how Qiu Jingtang killed my father, mother, and younger brother one by one.

My brother is only three years old. Three-year-old children don’t understand anything. He actually doesn’t even let children go. My brother was stabbed to death by this old guy and was held high by him.

Put pressure on the tribe.[

My mother was abused one after another by his men until she could no longer move and her throat became hoarse.

I have been waiting for more than three years for my parents' sworn hatred and the hatred of genocide. More than three years."

"Everyone in Black and Brown was arrested that day. Where were you? How did you survive?"

There was a glimmer of light in Huangfu Tianduo's eyes. The blood-soaked blackness on Laoshuishan Mountain that year was also a nightmare that he would never forget.

The brave and proficient soldiers aimed their sharp weapons at the unarmed and indifferent black and brown tribesmen. No matter what the reason was, it was an unjust war.

"Early that morning, my nanny and I took a boat out to buy new clothes. When we came back, the entire Laoshui Mountain was in flames.

My nanny and I sneaked back to Laoshui Mountain from the waterway. On that day, I hid under the mountain god statue at the altar and watched with my own eyes how you, the jackals, tigers and leopards of Beiyan slaughtered us black and brown people. My father's

The blood, my brother's blood, flowed along the mountain statue and onto my body.

What I didn't expect was that it was not enough to kill them. Qiu Jingtang actually thought of throwing the bodies of my father and brother into the river to feed the fish. It was simply a loss of conscience.

But fortunately, thanks to the emperor's words to let them die with dignity, I have this opportunity to collect the bodies of my people." Du Yinxiang recalled the tragic scene at that time, and felt a throbbing cold pain in his heart.

"The rumors that Xuanlong's tomb is on Laoshui Mountain are simply false. All this is just a way for the Xirong to replace flowers with trees."
Chapter completed!