Nightfall Chapter 2: It

Looking at the girl in Tsing Yi walking towards herself, the mood of the golden tent cavalry is very complicated, some are puzzled, some are shocked, and a little wary, because they don't understand why she is not afraid of the sharp machete in her hand, why she can do so Calm, it's like seeing nothing.

A cavalry yelled twice, then raised the scimitar in his hand high, but looking at her indifferent face, he couldn't cut it down because he was terrified.

Except for being tall and plump, she is so ordinary, without weapons in her hand, and she doesn't have the aura of a strong person, but I don’t know why, the cavalry looked at her face with inexplicable fear, and just wanted to put it in his hand. Throwing his scimitar far away, he knelt in front of her, seeking her forgiveness.

The captain of the cavalry squad screamed. It should be the meaning of the demon. He drew the scimitar from the sheath and cut it towards the top of her head without hesitation. If you look closely, you can see that he closed his eyes when he dropped the knife. Because he didn't have self-confidence either, seeing her ordinary face, could he still muster the courage.

The sharp machete fell on top of her head, no green silk was cut off, no trace of blood shed, and no **** cruel picture, even the sound of impact, as if it was cut in the vast sea Inside, then countless rays of light suddenly appeared on the knife, and it instantly melted into nothingness!

The flowers embroidered in the Qingyi Room on her body began to spread, and countless paths of the purest light were released from the petals, which instantly spread, covering all the meadows around the tent.

After a while, she walked out of the light and continued to the south.

The light on the grassland gradually diminished, and more than a dozen riders on the Golden Tent King’s Court had fallen to the ground, no breathing, and the same was true for the war horses, but neither human nor war horses could find any scars. . There was no trace of blood, and the foul smell in the tent had disappeared without a trace. All the rotten meat on the carrion was eroded, leaving only the clean bones. This was purification.

The next day, she met humans again. This time there were a lot of people on the grassland, consisting of several horse-drawn carriages and hundreds of riders, and the sound of hoofs was like thunder. But in her eyes. These humans are no different from the grass beside their feet. So she still seemed to see nothing, and moved on.

An old man dressed in ordinary prairie clothes was sitting in a carriage, looking at the prairie scenery outside the window, silent. He is the most respected National Teacher in the Palace of the Golden Horde. After leaving Helan City, he has been slowly cruising deep in the grassland. In addition to thinking about some things, the main reason is because he didn't want to go to the south with his ambitions. In his opinion, the golden account of this war of Tang should not be intervened at all. The more violent the Central Plains fight, the calmer the grassland, and the two powerful Demon Sects of Tang in front of Helan City. Make him a little wary.

Hundreds of elite cavalry of the golden tent accompanied the national division. Because of the supreme status of the national division in the hearts of the prairie people, these cavalry were very vigilant, especially the outpost rangers that were released yesterday, and there was no news back. This season of war. It is inevitable to make them a little uneasy.

At this moment, the cavalry saw the young girl. She was so tall, her cyan clothes wrapped tightly around her plump body, so eye-catching, it was difficult to not see much.

With a sound of a police whistle, the cavalry quickly lined up to charge or defend. Although only a young girl came slowly from the meadow, because of this, the picture was strange.

Like the cavalry who died yesterday, everyone who saw her ordinary face was inexplicably fearful, and the hands holding the hilt of the knife began to tremble.

They are the most elite cavalry in the Golden Tent, and the masters of the national division have supreme power. There are also two high priests in the team. Such a powerful team can directly destroy those small countries in the south. It was Tang Guo and Xiling Temple that both dared not to look down upon them, but at this moment, watching the girl slowly approaching, they felt scared. This kind of fear made them bewildered, but even more scared.

Guo Shi looked at the girl in the meadow, the wrinkles on her face suddenly became a little deeper, and the eye sockets became deeper a little, his face gradually showed a shocked look, as if she saw something that did not belong to the world. exist.

The cavalrymen don't understand why they will be inexplicably fearful when they see the ordinary face of the girl, because they are ordinary people, and the national teacher is not ordinary people.

Her face is indeed very ordinary, so ordinary to the extreme, she walks into the crowd at will, and no one else can find her, and no one can even remember what she looks like.

Her eyebrows are the most common eyebrows among millions of people, her eyes are the most common eyes among millions of people, and her nose is the most common nose among thousands of people, and her lips are It is a lip that can be seen everywhere.

This kind of ordinary, the least ordinary.

This is so ordinary, so extraordinary.

There has never been such an ordinary in the world, and it should not have appeared, so it only took a short time for the national teacher to understand where she came from and who she was.

The national teacher knelt down in the autumn grass. He touched the ground with his forehead, spreading his hands and palms upwards, looking very reverent and pious, the old tears flowed, and the trembling said: "Longevity God..."

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The Master climbed to the sky on the banks of Surabaya.

He first threw Ning Que into the far northern wasteland, and then followed the light to the sky. Then the sky fell into flames, and then it rained heavily in the world.

When the rain fell, there was no one beside Surabaya, but there was still a dark horse.

The **** horse stared at the sky. Until this moment, it still did not understand what had happened before, why the little black girl suddenly became so beautiful, why the dead old man suddenly became Shenxian, and how did Ning Que's second product fly?

The heavy rain kept coming down, and it gradually became colder. The big dark horse kicked his hoof in a daze, kicked up a lot of wet mud, and then lowered his head and hit two weak noses.

The **** horse did not leave, but waited by the side of Surabaya. It had to wait until Ning Que came back. It was worried that if he left and Ning Que could not find him, he would be more anxious.

Of course, the most important reason is that it thought that if Ning Que did not come back, this steel-cast carriage would be too heavy to be dragged back to Chang'an City. Well, if Ning Que does come back, even if it is harder, it is willing to drag the car back to Chang'an City, as long as that guy does come back...

In the rain, the rain stopped, and the rain never stopped. The **** horse was waiting for a day and a night in the rain on the banks of Surabaya. The wild mane was soaked into a rotten cloth by the rainstorm, hanging on its neck, looking very miserable Pathetic.

It was very dissatisfied with why there was a willow tree on the banks of Surabaya. The willow trees are not dense enough to cover the rain. It is very jealous of the carriage, and it is not afraid of the cold. It is so clean by the rain.

The **** horse waited for another three days. When he was thirsty, he drank some rainwater. When he was hungry, he found some grass by the river to chew and chewed. Some passers-by wanted to take him away, but he was arched into Surabaya. Ya got the report, sent the ya servant to lead it, was sprayed with drool all over his body, and kicked out three volleys.

But Ning Que never came back, the black girl didn't come back, and the dead old man didn't come back either.

The mane was soaked in rain, it became wet and heavy, pushing its usually proud head lower and lower, as if its strong nape was about to bear the weight.

In the early morning of the fifth day, the sky's light rang out through the heavy rain. The **** horse raised his head, neighed angrily at Qingtian and Surabaya, dragging the heavy carriage to start his own journey.

It does not intend to return to Chang'an, nor does it intend to return to the academy, because none of those guys have come back, and it has vaguely sensed that those guys probably really can't return.

The **** horse decided to go to the wasteland. It still remembers that when he passed the mud pond, he once met a senior from a college there. The senior did not pull the cart, but only took the car. He was very smart and casual, and he had Thousands of little brothers, so it decided to take refuge in that senior.

Without Ning Que's activation of the talisman formation, the carriages made of stainless steel are so heavy that they are unimaginable. Only the **** horse in the world can pull them. However, the long journey from Surabaya to the wasteland will take a long time.

As long as you can find that predecessor, you will be the second uncle of the wasteland. During the difficult journey, the **** horse comforts and inspires himself with a bright future. It gritted its teeth and lowered its head in the storm. Desperately walking non-stop, actually let it walk from Surabaya to the wasteland!

The heavy rain finally stopped. The **** horse was covered in mud and lost a lot of weight. He looked very haggard, but when he looked at the plump grassland in front of him, his eyes were extremely bright and energetic.

The wind mingled with the scent of broken grass brushed its nose, and it took a deep sniff, and it looked so intoxicated, wondering if this is the so-called smell of freedom?

Suddenly, he looked back at the heavy black carriage, and felt that he was really a fool. Since he was going to be the second uncle of freedom, why did he drag this **** heavy thing for thousands of miles? ?

In case Ning Que is still alive, what should I do if I find myself in the future? The **** horse comforted himself, and then continued to the swamp west of the wasteland. In fact, it thought so.

The journey to freedom ended in an ordinary autumn day.

That day, a young girl came out from the depths of the grassland. The girl's face was unremarkable, without any characteristics, she was wearing a blue dress with beautiful flowers embroidered on it.

Da Hei Ma wanted to convince herself that she didn't know her. Where could she be so fat and tall, and how could she have such a soft and big breast? But it knew she was her, so it whistled twice, threw off the carriage and turned around and fled.

The **** horse has never run so fast in his life. Even when he chased the snow-white mare at the Wasteland Conference, he did not run so fast, and it ran faster than Ning Que's arrow!

The wind whizzed by, and the big dark horse was terrified.

Then it fell heavily into the autumn grass, splashing dust.

She didn't know when she sat on the back of the **** horse.

The **** horse is panicking, the little black thin girl has really become a big white fat girl...

Is there any reason in this world?

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(I like these two chapters very much. These are the two most comfortable chapters written at the beginning of all the five volumes. There is still half an hour. It is only a hundred votes away from the first four. Applause. Thank you. .)