Chapter 1415 The woman who was sent to the middle account
The woman on the left has anger in her eyes. It seems that she is angry under pressure, but occasionally a trace of unforgettable hatred flashes through her beautiful eyes. There is a perseverance in despair and a unique style. The woman on the right
He was at a loss, as if he was helpless. After entering the Chinese army's tent, he seemed to be at a loss. He was so pitiful and pitiful that I felt pity for him.
The two women are of different shapes and colors, but they are like winter plums and autumn chrysanthemums, each with its own merits. Li Luo was dumbfounded. It seemed that the Chinese cavalry officers had taken great pains to choose these two people to enter the account.
Li Luo waved his hand and motioned for the two women to take their seats. Before he could speak, he heard the woman on the left say coldly: "Does what you say count?" It was in the Mongolian language, and the words were well-spoken. She probably came from a small tribe that relied on the Mongolian people.
"What?" Li Luo was stunned, touched the tip of his nose, and asked in confusion.
The woman snorted coldly, thinking that Li Luo was deliberately making things difficult. She hid the murderous intention in her heart and whispered: "As long as I accompany you, you will not kill my people."
Li Luo suddenly realized that no wonder such a seemingly strong-willed woman would commit herself to serve her. It turned out that she had a weakness in the hands of the generals in the camp.
Li Luo pondered for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and sat down in front of the table without any scruples. She seemed to accept her fate and vent her anger. She didn't use utensils. She just reached out and grabbed the food on the table and ate it hungrily. She looked at the scene as if no one was around.
I'm afraid I haven't had a full meal these days.
Another woman stared blankly at her companion, Feng Juan Canyun, licked her lips, and her stomach growled unsatisfactorily. The woman's face turned red, then turned pale, and she looked at Li Luo sitting behind the table in horror.
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The woman who was engrossed in eating and drinking glanced sideways at the panicked companion beside her, and said vaguely: "Why are you afraid of him? Is fear useful?"
Li Luo raised his hand and said calmly: "Sit down, you can have some food too."
The woman pinched her fingers with so much force that her fingers were bent and deformed. The woman who was immersed in eating and drinking laughed mockingly, turned her head and ignored it.
After a long time, this pitiful woman carefully sat down and glanced at Li Luo secretly. Li Luo seemed to be a little absent-minded and didn't know what he was thinking about. The woman breathed a sigh of relief, became more hungry, and was finally trembling.
I twisted some dried meat and ate it quietly. As I ate, tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. I felt wronged, frightened, uneasy, and all kinds of thoughts came to me. I just wanted to cry, but I didn’t dare to cry. I couldn’t.
Crying, I could only swallow the bitter tears and stuff the dried meat in my hand into my mouth bit by bit.
Li Luo was wandering around, looking at the two Caohai women in front of him. He was lost for a moment. In a trance, the women here, the wine and water, the war songs, and the air were all tingling, making Li Luo feel a trace of fear, which was worse than life and death.
Heart-wrenching fear.
At this moment, Li Luo suddenly felt that he could not stop or escape. Perhaps he could only sing a song of Mu Tian, put on his armor, and charge tirelessly, thinking that even cowardly people can be brave.
A calm person can also get angry; no matter whether he wins or dies, he will fight until there is no one else around him.
Untimely, when there were a few deep groans coming from the ground, they were the low voices of the remnant souls of those who died in the battle; a few bright blood stained the clothes and reddened the frost flowers; a few ignorant children were crying, and the ground was broken.
A wooden horse rocking chair; a few women swaying in the wind, and a few people watching and never returning.
The road is long, and along the way, I have never looked back, nor have I stopped to ask where my merit lies and where my sin lies.
Can the original appearance still be found in the eyes that were once pure back then? The childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts who were by his side back then have no idea where they are now.
If you are deceiving yourself and others, how many people dare to say that you are still there today?
Many people in the world can deceive themselves. They only think that others are ignorant and can't see through it, but they don't know that it's just that others don't tell it. Just like those children and those women who saw it and didn't dare to say it, or simply didn't want to say it.
Fighting with war, when the sinister evils of the world are laid out in front of people, the so-called justice and the so-called evil are as pale as a white scroll, withered and sparse.
The picture of war, domination, thousands of years, one general's achievements and countless bones, buried there are many shadows like dogs, like pigs, like flies, with interlaced canine teeth and ferocious roars.
People who care about you always cry by the window.
Curse those who hold grudges, there will always be laughter by the wayside.
I have cried and laughed, leaving behind the memory of my youth, the stripped innocence, all the people, colors, sounds, after all these fell off, only a shallow layer of aged wine, spicy, was left at the bottom of the cup.
Incomparable.
Hundreds of years have passed by like a fleeting moment, and I can't hold back my tears, and I don't know how to comfort life, but I can't say that I have no regrets, that things in the world are impermanent, and that fate plays tricks on people.
The final song is about rising due to war and falling due to war. What is left is full of devastation, not from disputes, but from people's hearts.
Li Luo flicked the wine bottle, his voice was low and sweet, and he whispered unconsciously: "
Lifting the boat, the boat is sailing away, the waves are dim, and I don’t know where it is?
The flowers and grasses on the shore are clinging to each other, the rain is light, and the partridges are chasing each other.
The river swallows the sound of hatred at the end of the world, and the ape cries, who do you want to say this to?
Leaning against the orchids, I am alone and bored, my soul is lost, and the incense in the small stove is about to burn."
The two Caohai women stopped eating in their hands in astonishment and looked at the strange young man across from them strangely. They probably couldn't understand what the poem Li Luo sang was about, but they thought it was very clever and sophisticated.
The splendor of clear and sparse beauty is restored.
The woman on the left looked horrified, as if the Li Luo in front of her was more terrifying than the ordeal she was about to suffer, and she didn’t know what methods Li Luo was going to use to torture her. At this moment, Li Luo was far better than the elders in the family who threatened her when she was a child.
Your own monsters and monsters.
After the fright, the woman coughed repeatedly and sprayed half of the table with the food in her mouth. This coughing awakened Li Luo, who looked up at the two of them, smiled faintly, and said, "Are you full?"
This smile made the two of them feel cold and frightened.
Li Luo looked at the frightened woman and said calmly: "Take off your clothes."
"What! You..." The woman on the left suddenly changed her expression, spit out the remaining food in her mouth, and stared at Li Luo fiercely and coldly.
"What, you don't want to?"
The woman's face was filled with rage. She had probably guessed her ending before she came here, but Li Luo humiliated her openly and openly, without any pretense or cover-up, which still made people feel heartbroken.
The woman looked at Li Luo blankly, and Li Luo waited quietly. It wasn't until the grief, anger and hatred on the woman's face gradually turned into helplessness and despair that he slowly raised his hand to hold the belt around his waist.