The appearance of the "snowman" brought a moment of commotion to the march.
I don't know who shouted "There is an assassin"!
"We're a 'fraternity.'"
"We hide in the night, we yearn for the dawn."
"All things are false, all things are permitted."
Pei Gaoya looked shocked at first, and then ecstatically muttering something in his mouth. He grabbed the head of one of the snowmen and smashed it hard on the ice.
After quickly dealing with an assassin, Pei Gaoya jumped up high, his whole body ignited with blazing flames. The flames turned into a hooded cloak and covered Pei Gaoya's body with a thin layer. After a moment's pause at high altitude, he quickly leaned down and rushed down, like a fireball, with him as the center, the surrounding ice and snow melted in the blink of an eye, turning into snow water.
One punch at a time, extremely efficient.
The monk was also targeted by the assassin. The monk's expression suddenly changed and he yelled, "Don't come here." Such a cowardly tone made the assassin suddenly stop, which he never expected. But what is even more unexpected is that the monk changed his face after being cowarded, killed a carbine, punched with a ferocious smile, and punched the assassin's chest into a terrifying dent. With a click, the assassin's internal organs were shattered, and the assassin Frozen blood foam flew out from his mouth.
"Ah! Wait a minute, don't cause too many murders!"
One moment the monk said don't kill anyone, and in the next moment he killed more ruthlessly than anyone else.
Such weird behavior made the soldiers look sideways, staring at the monk with perverted eyes, and unknowingly moved away, fearing that the strange monk next to the prince would go crazy and kill himself as well.
Feng Bei took off his gloves faster than expected, revealing his jade-white palms in the blink of an eye, and gently smashed a "snowman" beside him. He was looking towards Zheng Xiu worriedly when he saw Zheng Xiu He calmly raised his arms, and two blood-stained chains came out of his long sleeves. With a clatter, the two chains tied up an assassin.
The tied assassin didn't struggle at all, a sneer appeared on his not yet fully formed face, and he opened his mouth and sprayed white mist towards Zheng Xiu's face.
Zheng Xiu originally wanted to stay alive, but the other party seemed to have no intention of living. After taking a few steps back, Zheng Xiu pulled hard with both hands, and the huge force crushed the assassin's waist to pieces.
"Tsk, if nothing unexpected happens, there will be an accident."
Qing Shisan didn't know when he came near Pei Gaoya, and secretly rubbed his cigarette stick next to Pei Gaoya.
"The fire can't be used, so Lao Pei can lend me a hand!"
Qing Shisan smoked a cigarette, finally feeling better, and his figure gradually disappeared in the thick fog.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Violent coughing sounds came from different directions.
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Uh-huh!
Qing Shisan narrowed his eyes and moved upon hearing the sound, moving through the thick fog like a ghost, killing ten people in one step. In the end, the posture was frozen, still smoking, as if it had never moved.
"Do it!"
In the chaos, several snow-white figures came towards Huo Huo. Huo Huo smiled coldly, shouted, and raised his knife to block them.
Not far away, Shen Shizong groaned and was stabbed in the ribs without any pain. The next moment, he stabbed out a spear with his backhand. His graceful figure was like a straight red line, running through the battlefield. When he stopped, there were three people strung on the spear. A corpse of a barbarian with pale skin.
Huo Huo's "action" was not to ask the soldiers to attack the assassin, but...
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding!"
Samba yelled in horror, and the next second a knife was placed on Samba's neck.
The fifteen barbarians who had followed Da Gan's army all the way were pinned down by the surrounding soldiers as soon as they stood up, and were pinned to the snow, unable to move.
As for Zheng Xiu.
Bang!
The heavy shackles on his wrists made a sound like gold and iron clashing. After he easily eliminated one assassin, when he turned around, the other assassins were eliminated by others without even a few grunts. Such an efficient counterattack made Zheng Xiu had nothing to do and looked around, and soon he took the current situation into his eyes.
Zheng Xiu squinted his eyes and looked at the body of the dead assassin.
They are covered in simple white fur, with their limbs exposed. The strange thing is that their skin is as white as snow, and there is a faint ice mist on their bodies when they die.
Reaching out to check, the assassins' body temperatures were horribly low, unlike humans.
Zheng Xiuruo pinched the assassin's face without anyone else, and looked at the pupils, mouth and nose, tongue, and ears respectively.
"Other places are no different from ordinary people."
So the question is: What are their methods?
Zheng Xiu stepped on corpses, melted snow, and river beds step by step.
With every step someone took, someone died on the river bed.
With every step, the commotion subsided a little.
Until he came to Yue Linglong.
It is quite now.
Pei Gaoya still took off the flame gauze clothes on his body, stepped on the stagnant water and wandered on the river bed, lowering his head and kicking here and there to see if he could pick up any missing ones that were still alive.
"Don't look at it, they are all dead."
Qing Shisan dissuaded him wordlessly, took a strong sip and put it out.
In order to further penetrate the door, he placed restrictions like shackles on himself.
At this moment, the word "self-discipline" was written all over Qing Shisan's face.
"Princess……"
The riot caused by the assassin never affected the old man Semba. He walked toward Yue Linglong with trembling legs and a worried look on his face, but was stopped by Qing Shisan on the way. Qing Shisan gently tapped the cigarette stick in front of him, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Old man, don't be anxious, let the prince and the young couple chat for a while."
Samba turned blue.
Shen Shizong and Huo Huo had already taken care of the casualties on the riverbed, inspected the bodies, and ordered the soldiers to continue to be vigilant in case there were new attacks.
"General Huo, your hand?"
Shen Shizong noticed that Huo Huo's arms were covered with a layer of white frost, and the skin under the soft armor was blue and purple, which turned out to be frostbite.
Huo Huo started to warm up in one, two, three, four steps, and exhaled hot air, which condensed into white mist. As he moved his body, he cursed: "These barbarians are a bit evil. When I touched my knife with them just now, I was frozen in the blink of an eye. I don't know what kind of miraculous magic trick I used, which is unheard of. It seems that in the past twenty years, the barbarians have I also learned some new tricks.”
As Huo Huo swaggered through the radio gymnastics, the chill in his body gradually dissipated, and his frozen arms returned to ruddy color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zheng Xiu came to Yue Linglong with questions.
In the chaos, a small world seemed to be cleared between the two of them, which was extremely quiet.
Yue Linglong covered her face with her big cloak. Facing Zheng Xiu's questioning gaze, she raised her head without fear and looked at Zheng Xiu calmly with her clear eyes.
Zheng Xiu couldn't help but smile when he looked at Yue Linglong's eyes that showed no guilt at all and even showed a bit of stubbornness.
"explain."
Zheng Xiu’s words.
It's not like "you owe me an explanation", or "you don't have anything to say", or "you can't explain it".
It is not a declarative sentence, a question sentence, or a rhetorical question.
But "command".
The barbarians roared loudly, and the veins on their foreheads were exposed.
However, Daqian's soldiers put weapons on their necks and pinned them to the ground, not daring to move.
"It's so noisy."
Zheng Xiu made a gesture.
Just when Qing Shisan was about to move, Pei Gaoya, not having enough fun, moved faster. He stepped forward and stepped on the neck of a barbarian. With a click, the neck was broken.
In an instant, the noisy barbarians were stunned, stopped breathing, and remained as motionless as stone.
In their impression, the Dagan people followed the rules and were polite; they believed that the Dagan people would abide by the diplomatic relations between the two countries and refrain from killing. No one expected that the seemingly handsome and gentle Red King would take action at the slightest disagreement. They suddenly remembered "Damiba" who had given away his blood due to recklessness in Xiangmanlou. "Damiba" had been secretly in love with Yue Linglong since he was a child. He was brave and energetic and was deeply loved by the Wolf King. Many people in the clan believed that he was related to Yue Linglong. Yue Linglong was a couple - until the Wolf King ordered Yue Linglong to go to Daqian to get married.
Zheng Xiu didn't know that he had unintentionally stolen another person's heart. He lightly ordered to kill one person. His ears were clear. The Red King was satisfied. He looked at Yue Linglong with his deep eyes.
"They are the people of the Snow Clan."
Yue Linglong heard the crisp "click" sound, closed her eyes, her heart was ashen, and said indifferently: "There are ten most powerful clans in the wasteland. Once the Wolf King dies, the next generation of Wolf King will be chosen from the ten clans. out."
"Oh?" Huo Huo's eyes lit up. He keenly caught some clues from Yue Linglong's words. He looked at Shen Shizong and nodded secretly.
Zheng Xiu pondered and caught the eye contact between Huo Huo and Shen Shizong. He did not point it out and continued to ask calmly: "What are the top ten clans?"
Yue Linglong answered truthfully in a tone that could not tell the joy or sorrow: "Wind, flowers, snow, moon, thunder, fire, swamp, forest, mountain, beast. For many years, the ten major clans have been taking turns to select the best successor. , succeeded the Wolf King.
"You're lying." Huo Huo suddenly sneered: "More than twenty years ago, when General Zheng entered the wasteland, we sent people to inquire about your military distribution and clan culture, and there were no such top ten clans as you mentioned. "
"No, she didn't lie."
Zheng Xiu suddenly said in a very low voice, then his voice was a little louder, his brows furrowed, and he gestured towards Yue Linglong: "You continue."
Huo Huo snorted and didn't reply. He closed his mouth and listened quietly.
Yue Linglong still had the same indifferent expression as a corpse: "We have always lived in this wilderness, enduring famine and cold. Our ancestors have lived tenaciously and reproduced to this day. We have always been in awe of the wilderness, Gradually, the thunder in the sky, the snow on the ground, the violent wind, the soil on the mountains, the moon in the clouds, the stinky swamps, the endless jungle, the beasts walking in the forest...the ancestors were in awe of these, We still believe that as long as we respect them, we can live safely on this land..."
"Gradually, the harsh weather, barren soil, and everything our ancestors endured in the wilderness became our faith and our clan totem."
It has to be said that Yue Linglong learned the Daqian language well. Even though her voice did not contain any emotion, from her tone, Zheng Xiu seemed to see a group of savages, fighting against natural and man-made disasters and surviving. He looks increasingly stupid.
"About twenty years ago, the first 'Swamp Witch' appeared. His piety gained the mercy of the wasteland, and he could use the power of the swamp."
Yue Linglong looked into Zheng Xiu's eyes: "We later changed our clan to the name of our totem. My clan is 'Yue'. We who fear the full moon, under the light of the full moon, we can be protected by the full moon." .”
As she spoke, Yue Linglong lowered her head, as if the scorching sun in the sky made her feel uncomfortable, and her whole body was trembling slightly. Zheng Xiu vaguely saw red spots appearing on her face. Zheng Xiu sighed in his heart. He wanted to be tougher, but later he softened his heart and drew an umbrella to cover the scorching sun in the sky for Linglong Yue.
Yue Linglong took the blood-colored umbrella and watched with her own eyes as Zheng Xiu bit his finger and squeezed out the blood. The umbrella handle seemed to still be filled with the warmth of Zheng Xiu's blood.
"So, there is no doubt that those who attacked us must be the people of the Snow Clan."
On the side, Shen Shizong, who had been listening quietly, touched the lifelike umbrella curiously. His thoughts were outrageous. When he heard this, he sneered: "You are all in the same group. Didn't you deliberately assassinate me in the name of marriage?" Qian Dongliang Red King, so that our emperor loses his important right-hand man?"
"Uh... It's not like that." After hearing Shen Shizong's words, Zheng Xiu, who was thinking about the barbarian magic, blushed and waved his hands quickly: "It's not like that."
Shen Shizong is Zheng Haoran's fanboy. His words seemed to place this admiration on Zheng Xiu, saying that the assassination they encountered was all because of the Red King.
The monk who had been silent at this time scratched his bald head and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Didn't you propose the marriage? This is not what our eldest brother wants. Brother Monk has no shortage of wives." The monk almost killed himself in the Red Prince's Mansion. He was afraid that others would not believe what he saw and heard. After seeing the others nodding vigorously in agreement, the monk continued: "Do the other members of your clan disagree with this marriage?"
Uh-huh!
Everyone looked at the monk.
The monk rubbed his scalp at a loss: "Did the young monk say something wrong?"
Shen Shizong slapped his thigh and exclaimed: "That's right!"
Huo Huo nodded: "Hit the nail on the head."
Zheng Xiu wondered: "Did you just see it?"
This time even Huo Huo couldn't help laughing.
They did just see it.
They thought it was a trap, specially designed for them.
"It seems that the road ahead is not easy."
Huo Huo sighed, counted his manpower, let his subordinates rest for a while, and then started back on the road.
Zheng Xiu's mood was inexplicably complicated at the moment.
The changes in the Northern Barbarians must be related to the Baili Village where everything started twenty years ago. He stopped the candle ceremony, left the human pillars intact, and all kinds of strange events began to happen all over the world. But then he thought about it, and Zheng Xiu secretly gritted his teeth. Everything he did was definitely not wrong. No one should die because of the so-called "peace in the world". If his father was also because of this incident, then...
Recalling the thaumaturgy of the Xue Clan and Yue Linglong's words, Zheng Xiu was confused and gradually figured out one thing. That is about the large blank space below [Prisoner] in the doorway diagram.
He had never been able to imagine what that blank space was like.
Now Zheng Xiu vaguely understood.
The ten major clans: wind, flower, snow, moon, thunder, swamp, mountain, forest, and fire.
And "beast".
"Heaven, earth and nature..."
"People absolutely cannot 'act'."
"Only awe and worship..."
"This kind of awe allowed them to gradually integrate into nature and infinitely... get closer to them."
"Heaven, earth, man! Three ways!"
"Natural landscapes, ferocious beasts, and... strange people!"
"This is the original appearance of the forty-nine rays of light when I glimpsed the prisoner!"
After pondering for a long time, Zheng Xiu suddenly came back to his senses: "Sure enough, it's a candle."
Zheng Xiu was almost certain that Zhu's true identity was hidden among the northern barbarians.
Yue Linglong is holding an umbrella, and the umbrella handle is as warm as ever. When Zheng Xiu wasn't paying attention, she quietly raised her eyes and looked at the small flowers painted on the umbrella, dotting the blank space, and raised the corners of her mouth.
In fact, there was one thing that Yue Linglong didn't tell Zheng Xiu.
At the same time, this is something that Yue Linglong has never been able to understand.
From the beginning, Yue Linglong knew that her future husband was not a prince, nor the son of a high-ranking official.
His future husband can only be a "descendant of the Zheng family".
After she arrived in the capital of Daqian, Yue Linglong was surprised to find that Zheng Xiu, who was originally just a wealthy businessman in her father's mouth, had become the prince of Daqian. Therefore, the two well-matched people made this political marriage more confident and natural.
There was no objection or any hindrance from anyone.
The princess marries the prince, as it should be.
Yue's exquisitely curved eyelashes trembled slightly, and the shadows were colorful. Her thoughts drifted away, as if she had returned to what her father said in the tent before setting off.
"Dad made a promise to an old friend twenty years ago. If you are a boy, you will become his brother. If you are a girl, you will become his woman."
"Dad has done many wrong things in his life. He can regret anything, but this... he can't."
"Go, my baby."
(End of chapter)
