The Throne Under the Starry Sky Chapter 137: View on right and wrong of hunger (Part 2)
This night seemed so long, Long Shiyue retreated to the Dragon Army Feather Group camp, led the soldiers to charge, the sword light was dazzling, and the footsteps rumbled; Long Shiyu commanded four prisoner dragon warlocks to radiate all kinds of prisoners Long Secret Technique, as soon as the attention shifted, the double gilt hammers on Long Ji's body suddenly dissipated, and the injured girl propped up her body, looking at the young man who stood dazedly between the yellow sky and the dark ground.
"Pastry..." Long Chang stepped forward slowly, took three steps, stopped hesitantly, and then took a step back in fear. In front of him, there was the corpse of the cake lying quietly in the sea of blood. , Compared to the weird mob remains, the half body of the cake looks so thin, it looks like a baby who has just left the baby,
"The second group of Xuanhuang, prepare the crossbow." Long Shiyue waved the sword, and the soldiers of the next two groups immediately slowed down. The soldiers of the Xuan group unloaded the huge bursting crossbow from their backs and smashed the lower end of the sharp cone. Enter the ground and fix it; the soldiers in the yellow group push the wrist-thin crossbow string hard, and the five crisp sounds indicate that the string is full. The soldiers took out five thick crossbow arrows and installed them one by one, and lifted the tail of the crossbow. Aim forward,
Long Ji finally stood up, in front of her, separated by countless corpses, are the dead pastry and the silent separation boy; behind her, separated by countless corpses, are the approaching Dragon Army troops and With a terrifying cry, the slender body of the fourteen-year-old girl was trembling. If she didn’t use her strength to hold on to the wound on her ribs, she was afraid that her body could not stand upright; her pale face was covered with blood, and her dark eyes were filled with pity. Fear and sorrow, at this moment, she forgot who she was, she couldn't see the blood and flames of the battlefield, her mind was like thunder, and the words of the pastry kept echoing:
"Cake is the most delicious, sweet, and most greedy food in the world."
"Who would be so stupid as to rush to die for nothing if it wasn't for being almost mad from hunger."
"I'm so hungry..."
"Do you think this is my choice."
Long Ji suddenly opened her mouth and shouted with all her strength: "Go, don't die in vain."
Her voice was concealed by a roar like a mountain tide. It was a wave of crossbow arrows. The night behind Long Ji was cut to pieces. Hundreds of crossbow arrows burst through the air. She looked back in amazement. The nearest crossbow arrow almost rubbed her. Flying across her cheeks, the steel arrow cuts the black band of her hair, making the girl full of blue silk dancing in the night wind, "No..." She gently moved her lips,
Ignoring everything, Long Chang finally bent down and touched Pastry’s cold body, "Hey, I’m coming, what are you sleeping?" The boy shook Pastry’s head, and suddenly found that his hands were covered with blood. She wiped her hands clean on the front of her clothes with embarrassment, and patted twice on the face of the cake: "Hey, let’s go, Zong’s family has already arrived, so I can’t sleep here all the time, I can eat my stomach right away. Yes, it’s just a little bit,,,, it’s just a little bit, brother."
The half of the cake's body was lifted up lightly by him, the wound no longer bleeds, and the child has not eaten a real meal for many days. The blood in the child's body is almost dried up, and the little face of the cake has a strange With an expression, closed eyes tightly, he looked a little confused and a little satisfied, "What are you doing, why do you look like an idiot, do you dream of eating something good?" Long Chang held his brother with one hand, and the other Hand scratched the back of his head questioningly, "Have you eaten the pastry, um, if you can eat that kind of thing again, it is indeed a superb thing..."
At this moment, the wind from nowhere blew Long Chang's hair. He raised his head and saw the reflection of countless sharp arrows in the night. "It's really troublesome." The boy sighed and said, he pulled out his belt (just It’s just a hemp rope), reflexively tie the cakes to your back, and move your shoulders: "Always get me into trouble. If you want to bully you, I can only bully you. Other people..."
His relaxed and forced expression finally collapsed completely. Long Ji seemed to hear something crisp and broken. The boy's body was still standing in place, but his soul sank into the boundless darkness, some kind of huge shadow. Swelling and growing beside him, swallowing the light from the dragon's spine in a big mouth,
"Other people..."
A tear was drawn across Long Chang’s jaw,, if he explained it himself, it’s just sweat or rain. At this time, a heavy rain is needed to wash the battlefield. Why is the thunderstorm not coming, the young man clenched his fists, The entire space trembles uneasy, and the door of the alien world is slowly opening. Both the mob huddling in the corner or the soldier hiding behind the armor can feel themselves soaked in the cold, watery strange air. The night is so cold, isn’t it?
"The others... all die."
Ten thousand blood-colored Manshu Shahua bloomed, and the other shore flowers from **** bloomed on the stone slabs, blooming from a pool of blood, blooming from the corpse, decorating the dragon's spine into a red carpet of different colors, the dragon and the pastry The body gradually disappeared into the night, and a bandaged hand slowly rose in the sea of flowers in Manshusha. Vaguely, Long Ji heard the voice of the living and the dead resonating to herself:
"We have nowhere to go."
"There is nothing to eat."
"If you don't eat, you will die."
"In order to survive, we must kill people."
"Is there anything wrong with this."
"Come with me to that place, where there are red flowers, black water, blue sky, and red land."
"Ah...what annoying, this nasty world."
"Go to hell, everyone."
"Die, die, die..."
In the sea of blood and red flowers stands a bandaged descent from another world. Through the gaps in the **** bandage, a pair of fiery eyes are burning, "Om..." He waved his fist, seemingly The slow fist set off a hurricane of petal dance, the first crossbow arrow straightly hit the front of the fist, and then collapsed, twisted, shot in all directions, and shattered into dust. The "armor" raised its head and looked at the dark sky. , The floating Kongming lantern, the rain of arrows and the helmet-clad soldiers, lonely opened their arms, and a sickle appeared in the right hand. It was an extremely broken sickle, the blade was full of gaps, and the dried blood made the front. The blade is dim and dull; an iron hammer appeared in the left hand, it was an extremely broken hammer, the hammer was covered with rust, and the surface was pitted due to excessive beating.
"It is the armor of Long Chang. According to the presbytery's order of war, all those with the power of blood immediately launched to fight the culprit with all their strength." Long Shiyue paused slightly and raised his right hand to issue instructions." Ordered." A dozen soldiers fell on their bodies, and the colorful rays of light lit up.
"Dragon Food Jade, according to the presbytery's "sleepy" order, the use of the imprisoned dragon forbidden technique is allowed, and it is activated immediately." Yu Tuan's captain raised his left hand again, holding a white and flawless jade card in his hand. There is a blood-red "sleepy" character, "Hey hey, waited too long, waited too long..." Long Shiyu grinned, and the scimitar in his hand spun and pierced the vest of a prisoner dragon soldier. "...Captain,." The soldier staggered and fell, turning his head and looking at the young man behind in astonishment,
"For a long time for the clan, it is inevitable that someone will make sacrifices. Don't blame me, just blame you for walking in front of me." Long Shiyu released his right hand, leaving the scimitar on the corpse, reaching out to lick the blood from his fingertips. , Change gestures and read the words: "The sky is faint and the ground is yellow, the wind is turbid and the thunder is clear, eating my soul, at my command...The imprisonment dragon forbidden technique? Tianjun descends."
At this moment, the soldiers who captured the Dragon Army Feathers regiment surged over Long Ji like a wave of steel. Long Shiyue did not stay for half a second. He raised his arm, as if he wanted to help Long Ji to avoid her. Falling down in the crowd, the girl turned away from him, her body like a willow leaf floating in the tide, she wanted to rush to tell Long Chang that all this was wrong, the existence of the high wall was wrong, and the famine was wrong. It was wrong to hit the dragon's back, to kill, it was wrong to be killed, the death of the cake was wrong, and the next thing to happen was wrong, but at this time she was too weak to make a sound , I can’t move my footsteps, I can’t call out the bones, I can only keep my whole body from falling down and being trampled into flesh,
The armour wielded the sickle, no one saw what it was flying away in the sky, and the twenty sky lanterns were instantly extinguished,
The armour swung the hammer, no one saw what hit the ground, and the city wall collapsed at one foot and five feet.
The battlefield plunged into darkness again, Long Ji saw the light, she saw the sword light shine, she saw the sword light disappear, she saw the various halos that unleash the power of blood, and the halos died one by one, and she saw a group of them. The milky white mist gathered in Tianyu. It was one of the dragon family's patron saints summoned by the dragon imprisonment technique, a sign that the legendary **** Tianjun, who is in charge of the prison in the heavens, was coming; she saw a rusty heavy hammer flying in the sky. Go, it burst like thunder and smashed the milky white clouds to pieces, seeing Long Shiyu's face dull, blood spurting from his mouth, nose, and ears at the same time, and his body fell straight down like a piece of dead wood.
Long Ji heard the sound, she heard the sickle cut through the steel, heard the sickle cut the flesh, heard the hammer smash the wall, heard the iron smash the human body, heard the fist pierce the chest, heard the elbow hit Flying Head, heard the screams of horror, heard the screams of dying, and heard the screams of the resolute dragon soldiers, only when she remembered that the people in the armor were only teenagers like her, she I have never heard so many people wailing at the same time, and at the same time falling into silence. The half-sorrowful howling echoes in the night, making every living person feel creepy, but where is there a living person?
A soldier using the power of "Fire Crow" fell into four pieces and fell to the ground. The two flame crows standing on his shoulders flapped their wings and were blasted into two clusters of sparks by the invisible shock wave. The feathers fell, illuminating the hell-like scene, the dignified dragon-catching army feather regiment has been wiped out, and the armored boy is standing in the middle of the corpse pile, looking at the brightly lit clan mansion with indeterminate eyes,
Long Ji knows what he is thinking. If the angry Long Chang slaughters the civilians of the Zong family, then the Long Family will usher in the greatest catastrophe in thousands of years, and the power that is born from nowhere will push her to the terrible demon god. , One step, two steps, across the broken limb, the shoes gurgled in a pool of blood, "Stop it." The girl said in a trembling voice, not feeling her tears covering her cheeks, "Stop it," If you remember me."
The bandaged body raised the sickle, Long Ji stopped in front of him, raised her pretty face, and closed her eyes shudderingly, but the sickle didn't fall, and the hot coal-like eyes moved slowly and settled in the girl's hand. The blood-stained hands are holding a white handkerchief, and a golden cake is supported on the handkerchief,