Nightfall

In the early morning, Lu Chenjia woke up from a nightmare and saw his face.

The dirt-faced face that had become a little stranger was so close to her. It was so close that she was sad and palpitated, especially the eyes were no longer clean and translucent, like méng greasy dust, Her emotionless indifference revealed her more and more disturbed.

"I'm leaving now." She said with a trembling bow.

"You don't have to go, I'm going." Prince Longqing knelt in front of her and murmured painfully: "I beg you not to appear in front of me anymore, I'm really dead, I have no future , I beg for living is not a practice of joining the WTO, nor do I have any hope that Haotian will give me any adventures, I admit that I am greedy for life and fear of death, neither have the courage to face the old people or things, nor the courage to die, I am just a yīn ditch I will miss the scenery of being a tiger, but now I just want to live by eating carrion, and living is better than anything. "

Lu Chenjia looked at the beggar who was kneeling in front of him, thinking about the perfect man who had been so charming, he couldn't bear to touch it, shaking his finger gently against the top of his head, pleading with a crying cry: " But you do n’t have to live in the ditch, you can obviously live better, at least you should live with me. "

Prince Longqing lowered her head and seemed to not want her fingers to touch her tangled greasy and dirty hair, trembling and begging and said, "But I don't want others to see me alive, as long as I am with you, they will definitely be killed by others. Seeing me, hiding in the ditch of yīn, no one knew that it was me. "

Lu Chenjia looked indistinctly, his palm slowly falling and stroking his cheek carefully, the cheek that was once familiar with the strange and once obsessed.

"Now in this world, only you know that the former Longqing prince is still alive and forget him, then he will die. In the dream, I once stabbed you with a sword. In fact, if I still have the ability to kill you, I will do the same. Do not hesitate to stab you with another sword, because I don't want to be the Longqing prince again, I just want to simply live. "

After saying this, Longqing did not leave the forest without returning his head. At this time, it was already dawn. The morning light was shining on the broken deserted temple. He raked back to the temple and sent it to the broken wall covered with residual snow. Staying for a long time, and then awakened by the hunger in my belly, returned to mō under the brick wall beside him for a long time.

After mō for a long time, mō was still empty. Half of the buns he hid there, and half of the urn and cabbage soup, had disappeared. Even the urn he regarded as a baby didn't know where to go.

Long Qing looked back at the beggar companions in the broken temple and shouted angrily: "Who * dares to grab my buns! Give them back to me! And my urn? My urn!"

He rushed towards the two chún corners with greasy, disdainful young beggars, trying to recapture his own buns and cabbage soup, but his body was badly wounded and he was not as good as him. Waiting for the villain's opponent, he was kicked and crumpled in pain, rolling and rolling.

A strong coughing sounded in the broken temple, and Long Qing kept coughing up blood, which was extremely painful. The beggars in the temple looked at him without any sympathy and sympathy, but instead were full of gloating and good looks.

He wiped off the blood stains in the chún corner, and retreated back to his seat. He buried his head between his knees and muttered painfully: "I was in the palace in the past, and the scenery in Taoshan was infinite. Where would I care about half a bun? What about you? You **** bastards, you ca n’t bully you all the way into the palace for snacks! "

Outside the broken temple, Lu Chenjia held her mouth tight, her pale cheeks were full of pain, tears fell like lù beads on the petals, and the long road from the wasteland to Chengjing, no matter how Longqing was in the spirit And language tortured her, no matter how hopeless she suffered, she never cried until this time.

Even though she was crying painfully, she still couldn't make a sound. After a while, she took the reins, lost her soul, and left the broken temple. She walked aimlessly to the distance, and the snow horse behind her looked down, looking very sad.

Shortly after she left, the battle in the broken temple broke out again. I do n’t know whether it ’s because the beggars look at this newer beggar, which is dirtier and smellier than themselves, but it feels a little out of place, or because Longqing mumbled to himself. The content in this article angered some people, in short, it was a good fight.

A clear blood mouth appeared on Long Qing's face. The blood washed away the dust on his face, and the skin below was as pure as jade, but the perfect face was still ruined after all.

Long Qing mō took mō's own face, staring blankly at the blood in his palm, and suddenly laughed madly, stretched out his right foot to trip a beggar, and then mō out of the broken bowl from his clothes, and hit him hard. Face.

The piece of porcelain penetrated deeply into the cheek of the beggar, and a piece went deep into the eye socket, suddenly appeared on the eyeball, blood splashed everywhere, the picture was terrifying, and the temple shouted in excitement.

Long Qing then cut the beggar's throat with a broken bowl.

"It's killing!"

"It's killing!"

The beggars held the guy around and shouted in horror, but no one dared to step forward to stop Long Qing ’s movements, because there was no emotion on Long Qing ’s face.

The beggar died after pushing twice, but Long Qing still didn't stop. He didn't stop using his fist and hit it on his face. No matter how weak the fist was, he could hit a person with dozens and hundreds of hits. His face smashed into cotton-wool-like debris, and blood oozed out of the cotton wool, washing away the flat and flat eyeballs that had fallen out of the eye sockets.

The indifferent emotion on Long Qing's face gradually melted with the beating, until the eyebrows were gradually twisted into a weird expression like crying and laughing, and there was no light or darkness in the dim eyes.

He rode on the dead beggar and wept bitterly: "That steamed bun is frozen like a clapper, and the cabbage and clapper soup must be soaked before it can be eaten. Do you not understand the original soup? How can you eat it like that? What? Why do you have to follow me? You made me eat no steamed buns. Who will give me steamed buns in the future? "

His howling like a madman kept ringing in the broken temple.

The timid beggars have long scattered like scared birds. Those timid beggars who are reluctant to leave this rare shelter hide in the corner in horror. Looking at the terrifying lunatic, someone cries out with a trembling voice: " Do n’t worry, the cabbage and casserole soup was consumed by us, but the steamed bun has n’t been eaten yet, it ’s too hard. ”

Long Qing stared blankly at the beggar who said, "Where is my bun?"

The man pointed at the beggar's body under him and said, "In his arms."

Long Qing mō asked for the half of the buns out of his beggar's body. After watching the dementia for a long time, he suddenly dipped the buns into the blood and asked, "Can you soak in some blood?"

No one in the broken temple dared to answer his question. When the group of beggars watched him put cold buns dipped in blood into their mouths, they were even more chilling, and then they gave birth to some very strange ideas. Could it be better to live in a world full of human blood?

It's just that they don't know that the maniac with blood buns in the broken temple is now a beggar, but was a real prince before. Even if he becomes a prince among beggars in the future, what's the point?

In recent days, the atmosphere of Tuyang City, which is located in the most remote part of the northeast of the Datang Empire, is particularly unusual. When thousands of Xuanjia returned from the wilderness, this atmosphere became more and more rich, even if it was far away from the city. The wolves in Minshan Mountain seemed to be a little afraid of the atmosphere here, and no longer dared to scream at night.

The reason for this is naturally related to the thousands of Xuanjia heavy rides. The military and civilians in the city have heard the news faintly. The Changan Military Department sent a letter to rigorously question why such an important force mobilization has not been heard by the military or the palace. The general immediately made an explanation, but the general's palace expressed silence on this. General Xiahou said that he was sick and recuperating, and the two vermilion doors had not opened for a long time.

Suddenly, one day, the gate of the town's general general opened, and the military and civilians in the city knew that this meant that a major event was about to happen. It was very surprising who was worthy of such serious treatment by General Xiahou?

Under the gaze of countless eyes, a broken carriage slowly drove into Tuyang City.

Compared with the rudimentary carriage that may fall apart at any time, the **** horse Shenjun pulling the car is unusually tall, and the attitude when shaking his head is very happy. The frontier military and civilians often see war horses, but they have never seen this. The mounts can't help but be surprised ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I wonder who in the car is so extravagant that he used this horse to pull the cart?

The window curtains were raised, and Ning Que in the carriage looked at a beggar under the city gate wall. He didn't know what he was thinking. After a moment of silence, he said: "No matter how difficult it was for me and Sang Sang, we didn't think about going to dinner. . "

The master looked at him slightly and asked, "Why?"

Ning Que looked at the broken bowl in front of the beggar and said, "Because things that are begged are always easily robbed by people, and the food they come for is not fragrant. Compared with it, I would rather grab it."

Mo Shanshan did not understand the logic of his sentence. After thinking for a moment, he said: "Are thieves and robbers more worthy of understanding and sympathy than beggars?"

"This is the key to the problem."

Ning Que put down the curtains and looked at Mo Shanshan seriously: "Understanding and sympathy is a very cheap emotion. This world is always dangerous. If you want to survive, you must learn to reject these emotions. You cannot let yourself be immersed in this emotion. I ca n’t extricate myself. I always thought that guys posing as loneliness, imitating despair, crying in the sky, hurting their loved ones, and thinking that the world is sorry for themselves are all waste in the waste. ”! .