In the silence of the moonlight, there were some small sounds.

"Coming." He whispered softly.

The mist covered his eyes, as if they were being swallowed by a bottomless abyss.

The two took a few steps back and stood in the shadows, feeling that the silence around them began to change.

An imperceptible rhythm sounded from all around. This sound did not belong to this silence, but it was perfectly accompanied by the surrounding wind and sand. If the two of them had not been vigilant, they would not have been able to hear the difference.

Xian Qing lowered his slender eyelashes indifferently, and clenched his slender, cold white fingertips with clear joints slightly, revealing the slightly less calm emotions in his heart.

Xian Qing continued to stare at the basin, took a deep breath, and felt the breeze and the small sound around him.

The air was so quiet, as if he was the only one left in the whole world. It looked so cold, and the unknown symbolizing fear lurked in the thick fog.

"We found someone from the beast tribe..."

When he heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, Xian Qing felt a subtle and uncomfortable feeling in his heart, like ripples on the water, rippling and spreading throughout his body.

"Most of the invaders regret finding members of the beast tribe." A low, hoarse voice interrupted his words, shattering the tranquility into fragments.

A voice came from below them. "Don't struggle, intruder."

At the moment when Yingmeng slowly clenched his fists and put his muscles on alert, another voice came from above them.

"Struggle will only waste the water in your body."

Ying Meng stood there, dressed in blood and full of evil spirits, with a kind smile on his face that looked like a fairy or a devil. It came from the water source in the flesh and blood. Desert animals. People will always adapt to the environment.

She twisted her tired muscles, took slow deep breaths, guided her body to produce a relaxation response, and improved the flexibility and flexibility of her muscles and joints.

At this time, another voice came from the direction they came from. "Let's deal with it quickly. Take away their water source and move on. Dawn is coming soon."

Faced with the crisis this time, Xian Qing's performance seemed a bit unsatisfactory compared to Ying Meng's reaction.

To be precise, he seemed to freeze.

His face was pale, his muscles were stiff, and his eyes were slightly withdrawn.

Anger, coldness, coldness and other emotions were intertwined together, and even deeper, there was a panic rising in my heart.

He tried to suppress everything and tell himself to relax, but it didn't work.

He knew very well that the source of this panic was the shackles he had put on himself - fear.

fear is a

deadly slow poison

Things that have been avoided for thousands of years must eventually be faced.

He failed to fulfill his responsibilities as a royal family and failed to protect his people. Now when he faced his people again, the guilt, longing, expectation, and fear of disappointment in his heart finally condensed into panic.

After thousands of years, his people no longer recognize him.

The only thing they are interested in is the water source in this living body.

Is he going to reveal his identity?

"Take their water, take their water."

With shouts and shouts, the two of them were gradually surrounded.

Half of Yingmeng's face was looming under the moonlight, with an unclear expression.

A complete army, so many people, with a tacit understanding of cooperation all year round, no matter how good their skills are, they cannot last long under such onlookers.

Breaking out by force has become a fantasy the moment the opponent is completely surrounded. And she can't kill these people, and she has to protect a certain guy who seems to be in a daze, which is troublesome.

She could only outsmart her. Ying Meng straightened her back, put away the smile on her face, and revealed arrogance in her eyes. "Who is following us in the dark like a reptile."

Yingmeng's eyes were fixed on the person standing at the front on the left. Judging from the person's clothing, he should be the leader of this group of people.

The face under the hooded cloak gradually became clearer: a hooked nose, a face with Chinese characters, sharp edges and corners, revealing a bit of toughness, and a pair of piercing eyebrows and big eyes.

After hearing Ying Meng's words, the muscles on the other person's face stiffened for a moment, and then slowly relaxed. This revealed a lot of information, and this person had better self-control.

Xian Qing moved a little to the left, keeping a certain distance from Ying Meng to prevent them both from becoming targets at the same time.

The leader felt Xian Qing's movements, and a hint of sex flashed in his eyes. "You are very interesting," the other person said. "If you are persecuted by the fairy world, then we welcome you to join us."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Ying Meng's heel stepped hard on Xian Qing's foot and crushed it hard.

She shouted in the sea of ​​consciousness, "Wake up."

A burst of clarity passed through Xian Qing's mind.

He needs to make a decision now, immediately, immediately.

"Why do you welcome people who are persecuted in the fairy world?" he asked.

"You are very interesting." The other party replied that the enemy of my enemy is my friend. My name is Vincent, an orc."

The familiar phrasing and sentences were all so familiar, deeply engraved in his memory. Xian Qing's fingertips turned slightly white. But they didn't remember him, and that's right, who would remember him after thousands of years?

Will a sinner be remembered?

"We are wasting time." A voice came from below, the first person to greet them before.

Xian Qing looked at the person next to him who was about to take action, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and after a brief period of confusion, he regained his ultimate calmness.

What has to be faced will always come.

The next moment, his aura changed drastically, from a wind-immortal Taoist to an evil aura.

The prince in white who was originally as clean as snow, as spotless as dust, as cold as ice and snow, like an immortal, became arrogant, arrogant, sycophantic and indifferent, and turned into the subjugated prince supported by hatred.

His face became more angular, as if some of the disguise was gone, but who knows if there is another layer of disguise under the previous layer?

After a moment of silence, under the watchful eyes of everyone, his fingertips trembled and he opened his mouth.

On the fair arm, the animal slave print is extremely obvious. There are also many knife marks next to the print, which are deep enough to show the bones. You can see the ruthlessness of the person who did it, and you can see how much the owner of the arm hates this mark.

.

Vincent opened his eyes wide, looked at the mark, and said slowly: "The royal family."

A trace of thoughtfulness flashed in Yingmeng's eyes. They knew that the design of every mark in the fairy world was related to the person's past identity. To put it bluntly, it was a humiliation, but this matter was not released until long after the destruction of the orcs.

Come out, and only in the fairy world.

She wouldn't be able to see the identity part of the mark at a glance, and for a race that has been isolated in the desert for many years, since someone can recognize the subtle traces, does it prove that the so-called isolation is just a cover?

Xian Qing's eyes darkened slowly, knowing that this was not enough to convince everyone present. In an instant, a powerful pressure of bloodline filled the top of the mountain. After staying for a few breaths, it suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed.

"Vincent has met His Highness." After a brief shock, the other party clasped his hands in his fists. "I'm sorry for the offence, Your Highness."

Xian Qing naturally saw the disdain in his eyes, but he did not give any comments.

It's normal, isn't it? It's normal.

After all, it was the royal family's wrong decision that led to the Orcs' demise so easily. It's normal.

Looking at the superficial respect of the people around him, it was not a silent mockery of him. It was normal.

The calm and cold atrium silently tore open a blood hole, and the cold wind kept pouring into it.

He didn't say anything, even though he could easily prove that he was worthy of their respect with his strength, and could easily control their emotions with his methods, but he didn't want to, he didn't deserve it, he was guilty.

He knew that their respect for him was just an ancient tradition, and the majesty of the royal family had long existed only in legends.
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