After a long while, Xi Yan seemed to give in and sighed softly, saying: "It's freezing outside the Great Wall, so bring more clothes. The gold silk armor I gave you must be worn close to your body. You should also take my white fox fur coat with you. The medicine must be taken with you." Don’t forget to bring it with you. If you feel unwell, come back immediately. Also..."
"Okay, okay, he knows it all, and I will take care of it." Chi Yu couldn't help laughing, "The majestic King Xi is so nagging, he is not afraid that the girl will see the joke."
When Wujiang was mentioned, Xi Yan seemed to have just realized her existence and set his eyes on her.
For a moment, Wujiang felt an invisible pressure. It was a pair of eyes that had seen countless swords, swords, shadows and conspiracies. It was deep and sharp, making people breathless. But slowly, that pressure turned into a warm look. , like the warm sun in winter, with a rare warmth in the chill.
Just when Wujiang almost got goosebumps, he turned back and said to Xiliu: "Take good care of yourself, don't delay this girl."
Xiliu's always bright eyes suddenly dimmed unnoticeably, and he said softly: "I know."
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In December in Western Xinjiang, the wind is bone-chilling, the clouds are hanging low, and the sky is as dark as light ink. It looks like the years are swaying and the wind and snow are about to come.
"Xiao Baihua, I didn't hide my identity deliberately. It's just that when we met by chance, I didn't think it was an important thing. No one in the world recognized me as the so-called 'His Royal Highness'. It was just a false name. Even I often forget it. You don't mind."
Xiliu explained to her that he seemed to have forgotten that the person opposite him was also a guy with unknown origins and whereabouts, and he had not yet explained any of his identity and background to him.
However, the person opposite not only did not have the consciousness to confess the situation, but as if he had not heard these words, he suddenly said: "Are you sick?"
Xiliu was slightly startled.
This was the second time she asked him this question. The first time she asked him in Liuxu Pavilion when she saw that he was familiar with various medicines for injuries. He said that he had been ill for a long time and was now cured. But just now he was in the palace. , Xiyan asked him not to forget to bring medicine, so that he could come back immediately if he felt unwell. That concern completely went beyond worries about wind, cold, brain fever, etc., but he was obviously full of life and had no signs of illness at all. What on earth did he get? I'm sick, why haven't I recovered yet?
It had only been a quarter of an hour since I left the palace, and the sky was so dark that I couldn't see the road ahead. It was still daytime, and a row of lanterns were lit on both sides of the street. A strong wind blew up, blowing the lanterns on both sides. It seemed like it was about to fall off at any moment. The two walked side by side, listening to the whispers in their ears. Just when Wujiang thought he would not answer this question, he suddenly smiled: "It's not really sick, it's just a chronic illness. Brother Wang is too nervous."
He said slowly: "I rarely see Brother Wang, and I don't know how he has been able to support himself all these years. The four kingdoms were in war, and his father, the emperor, and his mother died in the war. He ascended the throne at a young age, so he must have suffered a lot. My young child His health was not good at that time, so he was sent to the mountains when he was a baby, and he never came down again. There, he stayed with the mountains and fields, and made many interesting "friends". He lived a carefree and free life, only occasionally growing up. Wu knew some news from the mountain in the letter he sent me, so I don’t know the world, and the world doesn’t know the existence of me as a ‘prince’.”
"I have always wanted to come down and take a look at the mountains, rivers and seas, and the various forms of the world, but the master wouldn't allow me to do it until I finished practicing everything he asked. I didn't tell Brother Wang the day I came down the mountain. I wanted to give him a surprise, so I took the master with me The token given to me entered the palace. Although the journey was smooth, the rockery of the palace crisscrossed the terrain. I lost my way, so I had to fly up to the eaves to check the road conditions, but before I could find the road, I found a lurking killer. Maybe it was her life. No, she avoided the guards and hid in the rockery without anyone noticing. She could have succeeded, but I happened to find her. She was chased by the entire palace guard, forced to the back of the mountain, and got an arrow from me in the chest. He fell off the cliff and killed twenty-four direwolves at the foot of the cliff before disappearing."
"It snowed that day. It was the first snow in Xijiang this year and the biggest snow in Xijiang in the past 20 years. The heavy snow quickly covered her traces. With her skills, she might be able to escape. , but this heavy snow triggered another avalanche. Even though she is unparalleled in martial arts and cunning, it was an avalanche that could bury the entire Beizhou army, and there was no way she could escape."
"You seem to be feeling pity?"
"Such a good skill was either gifted with talent or underwent inhuman training. He died like this. It is difficult to find traces in unofficial history, and it is difficult to have a name in ancient history. However, it is a pity to become a few gossips in this troubled world."
"I heard people say that the killer's body has been found."
"No, just to appease the people."
Wujiang bit his lips that were chapped by the wind and asked, "Did this killer leave any clues? Do you know his identity?"
Xi Liu shook his head: "I didn't leave any clues." Wujiang just let go of his hand that turned white knuckles, but heard him say, "But I am sure that it is a female killer."
Wujiang asked in shock: "How do you know? Have you seen her appearance?"
Xiliu said slowly: "No, but a maidservant has disappeared in the palace since that night. It is difficult to find a trace. Only a human skin mask was left in her residence."
Human skin mask, Wujiang thought, there was one in her package, but it was burned in Zhu's house.
In fact, from the moment she opened the package, from the moment she met the soldiers from Jackdaw Village, from the moment she discovered she had martial arts skills, she had doubts about herself. Didn't that mean that no one could escape that avalanche? Not everyone. Do you all think that the killer has died without a burial place? Why is she still standing here, with no scars on her body, and with amazing recovery ability.
Maybe the former female killer really disappeared, along with her memories after she was seven years old.
Besides the guards from Xijiang, would anyone else be looking for her, that woman in red clothes? She seems to be a trustworthy friend, but she is too weird and kills people too fluently. She looks like a well-trained desperado. Was she once such a person and living such a life?
But what kind of life is that? Have you ever liked that kind of life?
The first time she met Zhu Yi, when she happily shouted that she was boundless, she subconsciously denied it, subconsciously not wanting to go back to that kind of life. Why was that?
Who am I? Is who I am really so important?
He was originally a border refugee with no country and home. He hid in Tibet. Later, he was abducted by human traffickers. He tried his best to kill and escaped. Then he met a pack of wolves in the mountains. Their eyes glowed green in the moonlight. They pounced ferociously. Towards her, her memory was cut off there.
What happened next, who saved her, and did she really become a killer?
she does not know.
But so what if he becomes a killer? Doesn't it mean that the charlatan killer can quit at any time, as long as his identity is not discovered?
Since no one recognizes her now, and since all traces of her past have disappeared, does it mean that God has given her a chance to get rid of her former identity and start a new life?
She glanced at the person standing next to her at the moment. He was half a head taller than her. She had to raise her head slightly to see his eyes. Those eyes were wrapped in the ink around him, and the long ink-like hair around him was Flying in the wind, she suddenly wanted to ask, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are you telling me this, why did you suddenly mention this killer to me?"
He moved his lips slightly and said something. The words were quickly swept away by the wind and blown to pieces, but Wujiang still heard her. He did not answer her words. What he said was: "Follow me to the battlefield."
He turned around, the crimson light fell into his eyes, and said slowly: "The capital of Xixuan looks peaceful and lively, prosperous, but in fact, killers are rampant and dangers are everywhere. You have arranged a safe place for Xiaoci, then What are your plans for the future? If you are here alone, why not follow me to the battlefield."
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In a dark house in Xixuan, there was a gloomy-looking man sitting, holding a pen and sneezing, and then an unpredictable smile appeared on his face.
"Oh~ It's really interesting that Crow actually failed in his assassination."
As he spoke, he wrote back and forth on the paper, "Life and death are determined by destiny, wealth is in heaven." These eight slightly decadent words were written with thunderous force. He put down his pen and threw something.
"Inform Qilin and tell him that the opportunity to replace Crow has come."
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After Yanwu arranged everything in the house, he was about to go back to his room to pack his things. As soon as he turned around, he saw a man hanging upside down from the beam of his house, with a blue hairband hanging from the top.
"Hey, hey, it doesn't matter if you scare me, but don't scare my maids. I managed to recruit a few of them, so don't scare them all away." Yanwu complained with disgust on his face, heading towards his room. Go, "Why are you here so early?"
Xiliu flew down from the beam and landed lightly behind him, saying leisurely: "It's not like you who have so many things to explain and so many maids to say goodbye to."
"That's true. I'm gone and I don't know when I'll come back. They can't bear to leave me, so they have to drag me to express their feelings." Yanwu smiled with a face that deserved a beating.
After hearing this, Xiliu said "Oh" coldly, and then said, "But I'm not the only one helping you warm your bed tonight."
Yanwu:......
A bad learner learns so quickly.
While Yanwu was tidying up, he was enthusiastically explaining various things inside and outside the palace, including gossip. While listening, Xiliu looked outside the door from time to time. Will she come?
She didn't give him an answer.
Time passed slowly, and the wind outside the house became louder and louder. Today was really not a good weather.
Setting off at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, after a tiring journey all the way, Yanwu went to bed early to refresh himself. Xiliu lay on one side, but was not sleepy at all. He was worried that he would miss something when he fell asleep. However, in the dead of night, at mao o'clock, inside the house, Still no sound.
As soon as they led the horses out of the house, snow began to fall for no apparent reason. It fell suddenly and quickly, and in the blink of an eye it began to snow, covering the entire Xixuan.
"Hey, you said it was snowing when you came and it was snowing again when you left. Are you on the snow pole?" Yanwu narrowed his eyes due to the wind and snow and clicked his tongue a few times, "Looks like I can't come with you next time. Get out."
Xiliu ignored Yanwu's dislike. He looked at the silent streets of Xixuan in the dark night, and what suddenly came to his mind was that the fire fox fur had not been given to her yet.
The two of them galloped through the wind and snow, like arrows, from the center of the city to the west of the city, which was the only way to go to the military camp. The majestic city gate was vaguely visible in the heavy snow. They slowed down and approached the city gate. The wind and snow became heavier and heavier, falling continuously on their hair, shoulders, and eyelashes.
A snowflake fell on the corner of Xiliu's eye. As soon as it touched the warm skin, it melted into water droplets and clung to his eye. Xiliu raised his hand to try, but when his hand reached his eye, he suddenly stopped and his eyes suddenly lit up.
His eyes were filled with wind and snow, and in the wind and snow, stood a man, leading a horse and carrying a thin luggage.
But it seems like he is carrying a sharp knife.
