The cold wind howled angrily, and it was so low and scary.
On the city tower, a dark war flag was flying, and the Blood Prison Cavalry standing on it looked solemnly at the end of the world.
The depressing atmosphere of an impending storm permeated the entire Luoxia Imperial Capital, and the noisy streets became extremely desolate. Apart from the Blood Prison Cavalry riding by, it was difficult to see other figures.
Imperial Palace, in an exquisite courtyard.
A man in white clothes, with an extremely charming temperament and charming demeanor, was sitting cross-legged. Although it was late autumn, the whole courtyard was covered with snow.
At the same time, a slender and elegant figure sat in front of this man, wearing a green shirt that vividly highlighted the scholarly aura between his brows.
A piece of chess is left between these two people. No matter how you look at it, there is no solution to this piece of chess.
A cold and chilling feeling filled the chessboard, and the howling autumn wind picked up the remaining snow on the ground and fell on the chessboard.
"If you make one wrong move, you will lose everything!" The charming man raised his head and looked helplessly at the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
"Besides this move, we have no choice!" The young man, Ye Wushuang, put down the chess piece that he had not played for a long time, and his voice sounded hoarse: "The armies of the six countries number tens of millions, and they have experienced countless life-and-death battles, and they can survive.
None of the soldiers from the Six Kingdoms who came down are the elites of the Six Kingdoms. Su Qin led the army, with Pang Juan and Sun Bin as assistants, and all the lords accompanied him. This offensive is undoubtedly the most violent in the history of the Six Kingdoms!"
"We can only fight with our backs against the wall!" A hint of powerlessness gradually appeared in Ye Wushuang's black eyes. A few years ago, he was able to resist the armies of the Six Nations with the Blood Prison Army for two years. At that time, although the God of War was weak, there were hundreds of millions of them.
Elite, endless guardian.
But now, the Martial God's vitality is severely damaged, and the guardians are either dead or injured. Even the Blood Prison Army, most of them are new recruits.
"Bagua Array, this is the only chance for the Martial God!" In an instant, Ye Wushuang's dim eyes became piercing, "The resentful spirits of billions of creatures. If they are integrated into the Bagua Array, they will definitely form an array."
"As soon as the formation diagram comes out, even if all the lords come in person, the armies of the six countries will never escape this disaster!" The hoarse voice revealed endless murderous intent, and a cold light flashed in Ye Wushuang's black eyes. Who would have seen this weak
The hands of the scholar have been stained with the blood of hundreds of millions of living beings. Hearing this, the young man's eyes narrowed slightly. He could hear the absolute determination and helplessness in Ye Wushuang's words. Indeed, the current God of War has no way out.
"How far are the armies of the Six Nations from Luoxia City?" The young man looked down at the end game, trying to find a glimmer of hope.
"Before dawn, the army will arrive at the city!" Ye Wushuang closed his eyes slightly. As if he was calculating something, the information from Yuhua Tower was cut off a few hours ago. Perhaps, the army will appear faster.
"Have the citizens in the imperial capital ever been evacuated?" the young man asked nonchalantly without blinking his eyes.
"I have retreated to hell with the royal family's children. Once Luoxia is broken, the Lonely Emperor will immediately seal hell and completely isolate the hell space from the Martial God!"
"Then it is a dead city, waiting for the arrival of the Lords!" The young man's entire face instantly became evil and awe-inspiring, his dark eyes were crystal clear, and there was a silver light on the surface.
Bang bang! The snowflakes flying around stopped in mid-air, and an extremely cold pressure surged out of the young man's body. Ye Wushuang's breathing became rapid in an instant. Just as he was about to get up, an innocent giggle burst out.
Starting: "Uncle Wushuang, uncle Prince!"
"Don't you want Xin'er?" A petite figure appeared at the door of the courtyard. A little girl about three or four years old, with two lines of tears hanging on her pink and jade-like face, staring straight at her with dark eyes.
Ye Wushuang and the young man were very helpless.
The young man and Ye Wushuang turned their heads to look. When they saw this petite figure, a touch of love flashed in their eyes.
Standing up, Ye Wushuang no longer had any cold and decisive air on his face, his dark eyes were full of doting, and he strode towards the little girl.
However, the young man standing behind Ye Wushuang was faster and appeared in front of the little girl in an instant. He knelt down and gently picked up the little girl. His charming eyes were full of doting: "Who said?
Uncle Prince doesn’t want Xiao Xin’er anymore!”
The girl pouted, her dark eyes flashed with an admirable aura, and she said in a sweet voice, "If uncle wants Xin'er, then why did he drive Aunt Muwan and my mother away!"
Hearing this, even if the prince used to remain calm in the face of the oppression of the lords, a look of embarrassment appeared on the face of the demon, and he said with a smile: "Because uncle is going to fight the bad guys. The bad guys are very fierce. Xiao Xin'er wants to
You will be bullied if you stay here!"
"Liar!" Her dark eyes were like carved jade. The little girl raised her head, pinched the prince's face with her pink and white hands, and said fiercely: "Uncle Prince, does it hurt?"
"It hurts!" The prince pretended to be in pain, and even let out a shrill scream, which made the girl giggle: "Only those who lie can feel pain. Uncle prince, you are relying on your old age to bully Xin'er for being ignorant."
Listening to these domineering words with a childlike voice, the prince was speechless, as if he couldn't find any words.
Ye Wushuang came over with a smile on her face, bent down, and gently pinched her cute little face, "Xin'er, where is your mother?"
Mother! A hint of cunning flashed in the girl's dark eyes, and she said in a crisp voice: "If I don't tell you, I don't want Xin'er's big bad guy!"
Big bastard! Ye Wushuang's face was full of innocence, "Xiao Nizi, if you don't tell me, I also know where your mother is!"
Standing up, Ye Wushuang held a feather fan and bowed slightly towards the courtyard: "Sister-in-law!"
Outside the fence, a beautiful figure stood quietly. She was dressed in a slender snow-like dress, like a fairy walking out of a painting, but her cold eyebrows embody a unique beauty, her fair skin and delicate figure.
I can't find any blemishes on my facial features.
This is a face that can captivate the whole world, eclipsed by the snowflakes flying all over the sky.
Qian Chuanxue, the chill on her body was stronger than before, and only when her indifferent eyes touched the girl did a touch of tenderness flash through her.
"Sister-in-law, this is the head of the family's child. There is no room for error. Xiao Xin'er must not be harmed in any way!" Ye Wushuang looked a little respectful, but more solemn.
The red lips pursed tightly, Qianchuan Xue raised her chin slightly, and the corner of her eyes faintly glanced at Ye Wushuang and the prince, "His daughter, even if she dies, can't escape!"
"Xin'er is the only flesh and blood of the family leader, there can't be any mistakes!"
"Besides, it's useless for you and Xin'er to stay here, sister-in-law!" Ye Wushuang urged, but when he met Qian Chuanxue's indifferent gaze, he felt a little lacking in confidence. He knew that the character of the master in front of him was the same as the head of the family.
Once a decision is made, it is difficult to change it. Qianchuan Xue ignored Ye Wushuang's earnest advice, with firmness in her beautiful eyes: "This is his home, and Xin'er and I will wait for him here."
Come back!"
"Mom said that as long as daddy comes back, he can beat away those bad guys!" The girl waved her pink fist, pretending to be fierce and cute.
Ye Wushuang looked at the prince with a look of help. The prince was about to speak when the girl in his arms pinched the prince's face with her small hands and said in a sweet voice: "Uncle Prince, if you don't want Xin'er, Xin'er won't be nice to you."
Got it!"
After saying that, Ye Xin immediately broke away from the prince's arms and ran towards Qian Chuanxue, "Mother!"
A rare smile appeared on her pretty face as delicate as the bright moon. Qianchuan Xue raised the corners of her lips slightly, bent down, hugged the little girl, patted the little girl's head gently, and asked: "Xin'er, are you afraid?
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"Don't be afraid, because mother said that daddy will come back!" The delicate little hand hooked Qianchuan Xue's slender jade neck, and the girl blinked gently.
"Well, he will come back!" The black hair fell down like a waterfall. Qianchuan Xue raised her head, staring at the hazy sky with her beautiful eyes, and murmured to herself: "If he doesn't come back, I will hate him forever!
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The wind roared and the snow fell, Qianchuan Xue hugged the little girl and walked towards the courtyard in the distance, where there were two tombstones and a figure dancing a sword.
"What should I do?" Ye Wushuang said helplessly.
"Even if I die, I will protect them, mother and daughter!" The prince stood up, gently rubbing his face that had been pinched by the little girl before, and his tone was firm.
"Do you think the master of the family is still alive?" Ye Wushuang said with a rare tremor in his tone, staring directly at the prince.
Wow! The wind got stronger, the snow fell more quickly, and the prince was silent for a while...