After Wearing a White Moonlight Stand-in

The latest chapter after wearing a white moonlight stand-in!

Before the news of the collapse of the entire northern border reached the southern battlefield, people's lives in Baoyi Mansion were still miserable.

Wang passed away.

When I went out, I was beaten to death by a sap and dragged into the grass. When Mu Xiaoxiao rushed over with Erya, all he saw was a pot, a little meat left in the pot, and bones scattered on the ground.

Mu Xiaoxiao widened her eyes, her eyes were a little blank, and she felt a little nauseous.

Erya cried almost out of breath, Mu Xiaoxiao sat down on her knees and silently gathered up the scattered bones.

"Want revenge?" she heard herself ask softly.

Erya nodded, grabbing the hem of her clothes and almost burst into tears.

Mu Xiaoxiao looked up at the sky, the stars were shining brightly in the sky.

She picked up a leg bone, found the group of refugees, and then stabbed the leg bones into their bodies one by one, and threw these refugees who had lost the ability to resist into the pot and set up a fire.

Looking at the figure reflected on the water, the girl was still so sweet when she smiled.

But Mu Xiaoxiao vaguely felt that during the time she lived in Baoyi Mansion, a string in her body seemed to be completely broken.

Her survival wisdom has never been able to get rid of men, and without a man, she can live so easily and evenly to protect this little girl who is attached to her side.

Erya was depressed for a long time, her parents died one after another, and her eldest brother joined the army. From then on, she was the only one left in this world.

The little girl clings to Mu Xiaoxiao almost subconsciously.

She likes Sister Mu very much. Mu Xiaoxiao has a gentle personality. When she smiles, there are wine eddies on her cheeks. Her hair is long and black, and she looks good, which almost satisfies all her imaginations about the future.

She dreams of becoming a hero like Sister Mu, such a fairy sister.

But the □□-year-old girl, who hasn't bathed for many months, is dirty and smelly, her hair is messy and greasy on her head, and she wipes her first-class snot with the back of her hand, leaving a little white snot mark on the back of her hand. His accent also had an indelible rusticity.

The little girl was as thin as a tree, and her eyes showed ardent expectations.

If only the war was over.

In the evening, Erya kept her eyes closed and kept making a wish, hoping that her father and mother would come back, as well as the eldest brother, and the family would sit under the osmanthus tree in the yard for dinner.

When she grows up, she will go up the mountain to cultivate immortals like Sister Mu.

Sister Mu once told her many stories of monks, such as monks flying on swords, able to move mountains and seas, shrinking into an inch... Yujian shuttled between famous mountains and lakes, omnipotent.

Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't tell her feelings for Erya, she pityed her, sympathized with her, some liked her, some disgusted.

Disgusted with the greed in her eyes, disgusted with the dirty backs of her hands, disgusted with the young self that she saw through her.

Erya reminded her of her once embarrassed self. She should not be like this. She should be smiling softly and sweetly. She is the focus of everyone's attention. , Jade Qingren sat down on the unattainable Fairy Mu.

When the magic soldiers invaded Baoyi Mansion, Mu Xiaoxiao knew that her chance had come.

In the middle of the night, the girl hugged her knees, her long hair fell to the ground, and she looked down at Er Ya who was sleeping soundly for a long time in silence.

Then gently shook her to wake her up: "Sister Mu is going to leave, it's too chaotic outside, don't walk around here, don't move."

Wang Erya was almost obedient to her, without thinking about it, she nodded immediately, carefully pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand: "Sister Mu...you come back soon..."

She wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Mu Xiaoxiao's clothes, but the girl's brows and eyes smiled, and she avoided it without a trace.

Wang Erya withdrew her hand shyly.

After Mu Xiaoxiao left, one day and one night, Wang Erya obediently did not move.

But she was so hungry, she couldn't take it anymore.

She hasn't eaten anything since a few days ago.

Wang Erya swallowed her saliva and greedily stared at the pot left over by a group of refugees not far away.

She was so hungry, but Sister Mu didn't allow her to move around.

Thinking of this, Wang Erya's eyes dimmed slightly.

Not only was she hungry, but she was in pain.

This small room is full of feces and urine, and it stinks.

She thought, she can't go on like this, she'll starve to death if she goes on like this.

Even if Sister Mu doesn't allow her to move around, she still has to look for food.

See this cauldron with bones floating in it.

Wang Erya's heart clenched nervously, she stretched out her hand, dipped a little soup, put it in her mouth and sucked greedily.

At this moment, a violent roar suddenly sounded from behind, followed by Wang Erya's vision, and she was immediately staggered by a strong force.

When I looked up, I saw the angry faces of those refugees.

They scolded: "Why?!!"

"Damn girl! Son of a bitch!!"

"Come here to steal something?!"

Someone pulled her hair and smashed it into the pot.

The hot pot splashed into her eyes, and it hurt a lot.

Wang Erya screamed, scared and begging for mercy: "Wrong! Erya was wrong! Erya didn't steal! Erya was just too hungry!!"

But these refugees didn't seem to be out of breath, and they carried her again, lifted her to the ground, made her kneel down, took a red burning stick from the stove, and stabbed her in her mouth.

Wang Erya's cry suddenly became extremely sharp, like a dying whimper.

"right……!"

She wanted to say that she was wrong.

But she can't speak

The little girl's body twitched.

The red burning stick pierced into his throat, his soft throat was scorched black, and blood dripped down the corner of his mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah."

Wang Erya screamed.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Erya hurts, Erya is wrong.

The surroundings seemed to be full of bizarre and twisted shadows. After being surrounded for so many days, even people were forced to become hungry ghosts.

The man stabbed and scolded: "You son of a bitch."

In the end, they seemed to be finally tired and threw the burning stick aside.

Wang Erya screamed and kept running forward, kept running, and ran back home again, only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not eaten.

She slowly curled up and fell down, coughing and retching, lying in the blood-soaked vomit.

Wang Erya closed her eyes vaguely.

ow.

Sore throat, sore stomach.

She seemed to be bleeding again.

It hurts.

Why didn't Sister Mu come back?

And eldest brother, she really misses eldest brother and father and mother......

Thinking of the pieces of meat floating up and down in the pot, Wang Erya couldn't help but spit it out.

When Mu Xiaoxiao came back, Wang Erya basically had more air in and less out.

Her whole face was scalded with blisters, and charred rotten flesh and pus and blood spit out from her throat.

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, she helped Wang Erya up.

The girl woke up slowly, silently "ah", tears streaming down straight down.

She was saying, it hurts so much, Erya hurts so much.

Mu Xiaoxiao sat holding Wang Erya for a long time. Before she died, her dirty hands clenched the hem of her clothes, struggling to squeeze out a few words that were leaking.

"Sister Mu...big brother...find..."

"Cangwuzhou..."

Then it doesn't work.

Mu Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened immediately, the girl whimpered, and her tears couldn't stop falling: "When you are well, Sister Mu will take you to find your elder brother."

"Don't think about it, you won't die, Erya, Sister Mu promises that you won't die."

Wang Erya really believed what Mu Xiaoxiao said, "she won't die." She seemed to think of something, trembling, and timidly withdrew her hand that was holding the hem of her clothes, showing a labored smile.

"Sister Mu, when I get better and grow up, I will become a fairy like you."

The girl's eyes flashed with strong longing and hope for the future. Finally, she raised her eyes to look in the direction of Cangwuzhou, her eyes darkening little by little.

Mu Xiaoxiao closed his eyes, and the words of those magic soldiers not long ago suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Concubine Mu? Who is that? I've never heard of it."

"Where did Concubine Mu from this Demon Realm come from?"

She pinned her hopes on others again, eagerly looking forward to the Demon Domain to bring her back and bring her from **** to a life of brocade clothing and jade food.

But now she seems to be slapped hard, because the name "Mu Xiaoxiao" is meaningless in this troubled world.

Her unrealistic and naive expectations killed Wang Erya.

After sitting quietly for a while, Mu Xiaoxiao pulled out the pendant on Wang Erya's neck, pulled it off, stuffed it into her sleeve, buried the little **** the spot, and left the city alone.

The smile on the girl's face disappeared, she pursed her dry lips and thought slowly.

She wants to go thousands of miles to the southern battlefield and find a monk named Wang Yutian, the sooner the better.

...

The news of Meng Canglang's capture at Shishiya was transmitted to the Xuanyin Icefield where the Bai family was stationed together with the news of the collapse of the entire northern border.

As soon as the news came out, the Bai family immediately held a meeting. All the elders looked serious, and finally came to a conclusion.

Abandon the Xuanyin Icefield, go back, go back to the Bai family's main sect, and retain the Bai family's combat power.

Bai Shanhu was young, so he could only sit on the side from a distance and listen silently.

After the meeting, Bai Hechuan stopped his daughter: "Shan Hu, I know you have a strong temperament, but now the situation is set, go back."

"This is not the home of women in the first place." Bai Hechuan frowned.

She still looks a little dissatisfied with this beautiful and tough daughter.

In the past few years, Bai Shanhu, as a child of the Bai family, went to the battlefield with the Bai family up and down.

Having stayed in the north all the year round, the girl's complexion has become a lot rougher, but her eyebrows and eyes are still pure and beautiful.

In fact, Bai Shanhu has been thinking about what to do these days? She is tough, and no one can stop her when she decides.

Sometimes Bai Shanhu also felt that she was about to have a schizophrenia, even though this Fairy Zhaohai didn't know what schizophrenia meant, she frowned and her face tensed in silence.

The Bai family has always been conservative. The education she received since she was a child was to be a good-looking fairy, to marry Xiao Huan decently, and to have two surnames.

But Bai Shanhu didn't want to, she didn't want to do this, she felt tormented.

Bai Hechuan loves his daughter very much. Her parents love her very much. She is the daughter of the Bai family.

Few people can see the stubbornness of this girl buried under the cold exterior.

Bai Shanhu was silent for a moment, then he bowed his head, and politely wanted to say "Okay."

As before, honor your parents, abide by the Bai family motto, and be a good daughter of the Bai family.

But the entire northern border has collapsed, like a net falling from the sky, wrapping her tightly. Bai Shanhu felt tired, but she still hung her neck, answering Bai Hechuan's orders one after another.

Bai Hechuan also knew that his daughter was unwilling to evacuate, so when it came to the end, he had to increase his tone: "Shan Hu, the family is already a little dissatisfied with you, don't be self-willed anymore, your junior brothers and sisters will be there. saved."

That afternoon, the Bai family packed up and prepared to go.

Before leaving, Bai Shanhu sat in the tent and frowned for a long time.

She has already taken off her shirt and put on the clothes representing the daughter of the Bai family.

Because of his noble birth, he wanted to marry Xiao Huan instead.

The daughters of the Bai family were all puppets and puppets, and she hated such a life, let alone Xiao Huan.

So, she practiced hard since she was a child, trying to get rid of her own destiny, even at the expense of falling out with her family, she came to Chongde Ancient Garden and became a veritable senior sister of Chongde Ancient Garden. But no one knows that this seemingly decisive and neat senior sister is actually burdened by family responsibility, etiquette and filial piety, embarrassed and embarrassed.

Bai Shanhu's lips pursed even tighter, she never looked like some kind of Zhaohai Fairy, she just wanted to be a female warrior.

And the destination of the soldiers, should be the battlefield.

Closing the make-up gown, she suddenly walked out of the tent and walked in the other direction.

When Bai Shanhu broke in, Mrs. Cen and Jiang Rou were dispensing medicine.

The girl came so suddenly, Jiang Rou and Cen Xiangnan couldn't help being stunned for a while.

Mrs. Cen asked softly, suspiciously, "Shanhu?"

The Bai family has gone out to a lot of medical practitioners. Half a year ago, Mrs. Cen followed the Bai family to station on this Xuanyin Icefield.

The girl bowed and nodded slightly: "Mrs. Cen, Bai Shanhu has an unkind request."

Jiang Rou seemed to have a premonition and put down the medicine in her hand: "You say it."

Bai Shanhu said in a deep voice, "Shanhu is unwilling to evacuate. I want to ask Madam to go to Shishiya with me and rescue some of my comrades trapped in Shishiya."

Mrs. Cen was stunned for a moment. Before she could speak, Cen Xiangnan raised her eyes in surprise. The man frowned and said in disapproval, "What nonsense are you talking about... Jiang Rou..."

Bai Shanhu didn't even look at Cen Xiangnan, his eyes fell on Mrs. Cen's face, who was soft and indifferent.

The girl's eyes were as transparent as torches, and she knew that Mrs. Cen was the same person as her.

Mrs. Cen's medical skills were superb, and many stubborn old men of the Bai family couldn't help but marvel at it. As for Cen Xiangnan, Bai Shanhu didn't look down on him at all, and he didn't bother to talk to him. His expression was as calm and indifferent as ever. She was waiting for Cen. Madam's answer.

The afterglow of the setting sun on the icefield passed through the tent and fell on Mrs. Cen's face.

The girl in front of her was standing with her hands folded, her robes flying, like a fairy, with clouds and mist on her temples, she was stunning, but her words were sharp and calm.

"The entire northern border has collapsed, and it is very dangerous for Madam to go here."

"If Madam is unwilling, Shanhu will not force it."

Madam Cen laughed suddenly.

With this smile, Cen Xiangnan suddenly felt a little strange.

His heart couldn't help but tremble, how long had he not seen Arou smile like this?

The girl who used to run behind his **** has grown into a docile and decent mistress. When he was young, he disdain for Madam Cen's conformity. He couldn't help being attracted by Lin who was like a fire. Arou was very good, but too much. Boring, like a dead wood.

The upright young man likes flying clothes, and suddenly smiles beautifully, suddenly raises his lips and smiles, covers his lips and chuckles, clasps his palms together and laughs, the bright and beautiful little demon girl of the Lin family.

The young man was attracted by the enchanting little girl of the Lin family who was like a cloud of mist. He wanted to find out how many secrets he didn't know about her, but the sister of the Jiang family, who was following behind his ass, left him at a loss, so the young man could only sip He tightened his lips, quickened his pace, and faced each other coldly.

Looking at each other, Mrs. Cen suddenly stood up, she smiled, looked at Baishan Lake, and said yes.

Bai Shanhu also laughed immediately. When she laughed, her smile was very light, but it seemed like a bright lamp illuminating the tent.

Cen Xiangnan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he frowned: "...Arou..."

The woman coughed twice, the white hair on her temples fell, she caught the hand that Bai Shanhu stretched out to her, and laughed loudly.

When he laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were like crescent moons, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes floated up, but they looked like a girl.

Yes, she didn't want to retreat at this time. She would rather die than die on the battlefield. She wanted to cure the disease and save people. She still had a pride in her chest, which was brought to her by the little girl named Xin Yi.

Jiang Rou first smiled, then chuckled, and then suddenly laughed.

Cen Xiangnan watched silently, his eyes seemed to be stinged, he never knew Mrs. Cen would laugh like this.

When he smiles, he is bright and dashing, not even inferior to Lin Li.

Bai Shanhu smiled and walked out of the tent briskly with Jiang Rou, before arriving in front of the spirit beasts that had been prepared for a long time.

The girl took off her step, and Mrs. Cen also took off her hair bun.

In fact, she never really liked this kind of woman's head.

At that moment, they abandoned the shackles on their bodies, and under the afterglow of the setting sun, stepped onto the spirit beasts.

Cen Xiangnan chased after him with an ugly expression: "Arou."

Jiang Rou leaned down and said gently, "Cen Xiangnan, let's reconcile."

"I know you like Lin Li. I have been silent for decades, and now I don't want to be silent anymore."

"This way, I may die on the battlefield, but at least I will be free."

Cen Xiangnan was stunned. He was very good-looking. He was very good-looking when he was young. He was a handsome and handsome young man. Otherwise, Jiang Rou would not have been infatuated and wrongly paid for so many years.

Staring at the woman's face, Cen Xiangnan pursed his lips, as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out by someone, and the air was empty. Decades later, he suddenly realized that the Jiang family sister was no longer there.

He stretched out his hand involuntarily, but only caught a corner of his clothes.

His throat rolled, wanting to say, A Rou is sorry, but before leaving, Jiang Rou's last words were gentle and firm, "If I die in battle, you don't need to bury me."

On this vast ice field, a lonely sunset is slowly descending.

The two figures flew out of the city gate, and drew long shadows on the ice field, and went to the Shishi Cliff in person to save them thousands of miles away.

Jiang Rou's soft voice came from the hurried snowstorm.

"Shan Hu, let me sing a song for you."

"Remember the plum going down to the West Continent, fold the plum and send it to the north of the Yangtze River.

The single shirt is apricot red, and the double temples are young.

...

The sea dream is long, and you worry about me too.

The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou. "

The entire northern border collapsed, but there were always people who refused to give up.

Even if he died, he had to die on the battlefield, and the howling north wind blew his skin.

Although it is cold, it is at least real and free.

...

Suri raised her hand and withdrew her troops.

With a rushing sound, the heavy armor rubbed against each other, and a large number of demon soldiers turned around and left the ice field.

Everyone watched silently for a long time at the girl in pink who was kneeling in the snow and crying.

Suddenly, the movement of the wheelchair rolling over the snow sounded, and Ma Huaizhen put one hand on Qiao Wan's shoulder and pressed her shoulder firmly.

"Are you going to give up?"

He looked back at the embarrassed boys and girls behind him, whose tears could not stop flowing down.

"Are we going to give up?"

"No!" A boy dressed in Kunshan suddenly shouted, "It's all over, what about giving up?"

They...they have been fighting in the north for the past few years, how many comrades have died, and now they want them to give up.

"No, we won't give up!!"

It was just one sound at first, followed by the second sound, the third sound, and the monks behind them rioted, gritted their teeth, red eyes, and roared one after another: "We will not give up!!"

"We will never give up!!"

At this moment, as if vigorous blood was burning from the blood, Ma Huaizhen closed his eyes and showed a little smile.

Venerable Miaofa closed his eyes and firmly supported Qiao Wan's shoulder: "Get up."

Qiao Wan also gritted her teeth, hugged Wen Si Xingzhu, and stood up.

Kneeling on the snowy ice field for too long, her knees felt numb and trembled, but she stood up straight again.

Ma Huaizhen looked at the cultivators who were still in tears behind him, and shouted in a deep voice, "Brothers, let's fight again."

"Let's kill the demons together! The trapped beasts are still fighting! Let's go to rescue Su Jiang... Chief Monsan, come out!!"

The roars sounded one after another, and a promise was made in this snowstorm, and the Hanzi flag, which symbolized the northern front battlefield, was raised again.

The flags rattled.

"We will never give up!!"