What is the most painful thing for human beings? Some people say: There is nothing you can do about it...
Shi Yetian heard Xiaoyao's frightened screams and the beastly soldier's lewd laughter, but he couldn't stand up. He still had one foot on his body. Even though he tried his best to break free, he couldn't stand up.
Without opening those feet, Xiaoyao's grandfather cursed and then screamed. God knows, Shiye was also beaten severely.
"You old immortal, what a beautiful idea!" A deserter added, "Kill you, who will see our show!" The old man snorted, but did not cry out.
Shi Yetian's heart ached, like steel needles piercing him. Xiaoyao's screams, the deserters' lewd laughter, and the harsh sound of his clothes being torn were all piercing his heart like knives, and the blood flowed.
A trace flows out...
Xiaoyao struggled desperately and shouted. Most of their snow-white bodies were exposed, and they were being rubbed fiercely by a pair of rough hands. The soldier commander laughed lewdly, fell to the ground, and pounced on her.
The thick thighs violently spread her delicate and slender legs... (A thousand words have been deleted here!)
"I'll fuck you eighteen generations of ancestors!" Shi Yetian suddenly jumped up, kicked over the deserter who was stepping on him, picked up the long knife that fell on the ground, and stabbed him in the chest with a roar.
Bright red blood spurted out, but before the deserter could react, he stared at the long knife stuck in his chest with wide eyes. After struggling twice, he became motionless again.
Everyone was stunned, even the soldier commander who was smiling lewdly was stunned. "Holy shit!" He finally came to his senses, grabbed the woman in his arms, and rushed towards Shi Yetian with a big sword raised.
Shi Yetian was covered in blood, half-kneeling in front of the corpse, still holding the handle of the knife tightly with both hands. At this moment, he no longer had the strength to pull out the knife. The kick and the knife had exhausted all his strength. He
He could hear the soldier commander's angry scolding, his footsteps, and the roar of the sword piercing the air. He closed his eyes... "Xiao Yao... I tried my best!"
"Miasma!" Someone shouted in fear. He was about to swing his sword and was about to kill the commander of the division. Yetian suddenly stopped, looked around, shouted "Ah" and "run!", and did not bother to kill the division again.
Ye Tian, holding a big knife, turned around and ran outside.
The deserters also panicked at this time, leaving the old man and Xiaoyao behind, and ran away with the soldier commander.
When Shi Yetian opened his eyes, he could no longer see anything. There was a heavy miasma everywhere. Slowly, he fainted.
"Master brother...Shi Yetian! Grandpa..., please save him, save him!"
When Shi Yetian regained consciousness, he heard Xiaoyao crying and a long sigh from the old man.
"Yao'er, it's not that grandpa won't save him. Whether he can wake up or not depends on his life!" the old man said.
"Master brother..." Xiaoyao began to cry faintly again.
Shi Yetian felt a strange excitement in his heart, and finally gathered a little strength in his body. He slowly opened his eyes and called out "Xiaoyao..."
Xiaoyao's eyes were red, and there were a few crystal tears hanging on her cheeks. Seeing Shi Yetian wake up, she hurriedly rushed to hold his hand, and shouted anxiously: "Brother Shi..." There were tears in the corners of her eyes.
flowed out again.
Shi Yetian wanted to raise his hand to wipe away his tears, but he couldn't do it, so he had to tremble his lips and squeeze out a smile.
The old man also breathed a sigh of relief and said to Xiaoyao, "Xiaoyao, he's fine. Let him rest. Come out with me!"
Xiaoyao looked at grandpa and then at Shi Yetian.
Shi Yetian smiled hard at her again, but he had no strength and slowly closed his eyes.
Xiaoyao then let go of his hand and followed the old man out slowly.
After a long time, Shi Yetian sighed slightly. He knew what the old man would say to Xiaoyao, and he also knew that Xiaoyao would be in trouble. What should he do now? Should he leave quietly, or should he stay like this? No one
Tell him the answer, he doesn't need anyone to tell him...
Beside the stream, the old man with white hair and beard looked at the gurgling stream without saying a word. What was he thinking? No one could guess.
After a long time, Xiaoyao softly called "Grandpa!"
He sighed slightly and asked: "Xiaoyao, have you really decided?"
"Um……"
The beard on the old man's cheeks trembled obviously for a few times, and he could see the excitement in his heart: "They are the merchant army! They are a bunch of beasts! Do you know?..." He looked towards the river with his eyes.
Deep hatred, "Do you know? How many of us have they killed? Many of our girls were raped by them, and how many of us were taken back as slaves by them! How many of our houses were burned by them, and our food was robbed by them...
…They, they, even the children and the elderly are not spared!”
"No! Grandpa..." Xiaoyao had tears in her eyes, "He's not! He saved us!"
"Yes!" The old man sighed, "He saved us, but we also saved him... let him go, Xiaoyao!"
"No..." Tears slid down her beautiful face, Xiaoyao murmured: "No... he is not a beast, he is not a beast, he is not the same person as them... he is not!"
"Yao'er," the old man said, "even if he is not, can he control his subordinates? Since he came here, he burned, killed, raped and plundered, how can he not do that? Alas! Sooner or later he will be
Our enemy’s…”
"I advised him to leave the Shang Army and stay..." Xiaoyao said suddenly.
The old man shook his head, "He won't... I have seen his vision. He is a person who can achieve great things, and he will never stay here!"
"No, I don't believe it!" Xiaoyao said, "Grandpa, wait for me here, and I will persuade him!" With that, she turned around and ran away.
"Xiao Yao..." The old man looked at his granddaughter's delicate back and sighed with helplessness.
"Brother Shi Yetian..." Xiaoyao quickly returned home, opened the door suddenly, and was shocked. The bed where Shi Yetian was originally lying was empty, and Shi Yetian was missing!
Xiaoyao became anxious and looked around, but where was the shadow of Shi Yetian? "Grandpa... Brother Shi..."
Hearing Xiao Yao's urgent cry, the old man walked over quickly, "Yao'er, what's wrong?"
"Master brother is missing!" Xiaoyao said anxiously.
"How could it be?" the old man said, "Even if he recovers, he won't recover so quickly. He must not be able to go far. Let's look for him separately!"
After a while, both of them came back, "Grandpa, will Master Brother be taken away?" Xiaoyao was so anxious that she almost cried.
"Probably not!" The old man scanned for a week, "There is no trace of anyone else coming here!"
"Then where did he go?" Xiaoyao stamped her feet, "Grandpa..."
A chill flashed through the old man's heart, and he looked towards the back of the house, "Could it be..."
Xiaoyao was also anxious and shouted: "No, Senior Brother will not go there!" As he said this, he ran quickly to the back of the house.
It was a cliff, a cliff that no one dared to approach. The dense purple mist finally floated up from below, but the wind could not blow it away. It just gathered there and looked like a miracle from a distance. Here,
The earth seems to have been suddenly cut in half. The high mountain opposite is the famous Duzhi Mountain. It is named because it has only one pillar holding up the sky. In fact, in the mouths of Shang Jun and other men who are thirsty for year round, this
There is another name for Lonely Finger Mountain. The name is too funny and has no effect on the development of the storyline, so I won’t mention it here. Friends who are interested can contact me and I can tell you.
It is a deep gorge formed by a cliff intertwined by two peaks, with a faint purple mist rising all year round. It is charming and mysterious. Except for the old herb farmers who have been collecting herbs for many years, they rarely come here. Others dare not approach it.
According to legend, there is a black dragon in the deep stream under this cliff, and the purple mist was created by him. However, no one has seen what the black dragon looks like, because no one has ever gone down, or in other words, down.
No one came up again.
Xiaoyao stared blankly at the billowing but not dispersing purple mist, and murmured absently: "No, Brother Shi will not jump!" Her eyes scanned the surroundings, trying to find whether Shi Yetian had come.
There were clues. The cliffs were covered with thick evergreen grass, which was as tall as half a person. It was dyed with a faint color by the purple mist in the mountain wind. Her eyes finally stopped at a bunch of long swaying trees.
On the green grass, there is a light blue robe between the grass plants.
"Brother!" Xiaoyao became excited and threw herself towards the long grass, "Why are you here?!"
She was finally disappointed. Tears fell down her pink cheeks one by one, moistening the dense purple mist. What she held in her hands was just a thin and broken piece of clothing. It was obvious that some rocks or thorns had just torn it off.
of.
"No..., you won't die..." She suddenly screamed and rushed towards the cliff and deep stream like crazy.
"Xiao Yao!" The old man ran a few steps, grabbed her right hand as she was near the edge of the cliff, and held her tightly in his arms. He looked at his granddaughter with distress, and he understood that he, who had been arrogant and arrogant since childhood,
The granddaughter finally fell in love, but she fell in love with Shi Yetian, a general of the merchant army, one of the better beasts among a bunch of beasts!
"Oh my God!" The old man held Xiaoyao tightly, and Xiaoyao was still struggling in his arms. "Oh my God! How could you treat my Yao'er like this?"
"Yao'er, you can't be stupid!" The old man's sad voice echoed on the mountain wall, and his muddy old tears shed freely.
After a long time, Xiaoyao's emotions finally calmed down and she no longer struggled to rush into the deep stream. However, her eyes became dim and she stared blankly at the rising purple mist. After a long time, she said softly.
: "Grandpa... let's go back!"
The old man sighed and supported Xiaoyao quietly, turning around and walking towards the house step by step.
Xiaoyao still held the corner of her clothes tightly in her hand.
Of course they didn't see it, but not far away where the purple mist filled the air, an evergreen grass gently swayed twice.