The little girl ran around the mountain road excitedly, dancing with her hands and feet, her eyes full of beautiful longings and yearning for heroes. Unfortunately, she lacked words and said a long passage and didn't know what to express.

Qi Yu listened intermittently and pieced together her words by himself, and the smile on the corner of his lips became deeper and deeper.

Emperor Pond was originally a small slope in this barren land. There was an accident of Chentu and the grass, and there was no such thing as a great legend.

However, five years ago, because the Lord of the Great Order, Qishan, was surrounded and killed by the karma of the evil dragon and the animal, the people of the hundred trusts and military officials were trapped in the nearby ancient city.

It is said that a gentleman is in danger, and a king does not live under the dangerous wall, but this empress and king act completely differently from that of the emperors of all dynasties.

She was alone and attracted the evil dragon, and threw herself into danger, saving the soldiers of the whole city. In the end, she fought the evil dragon alone on this small slope, and successfully forced it into the nine-level clouds of heaven, and finally survived, staining the long slope with blood.

Many people say that it was also that year when she proclaimed herself to the emperor and Jiuzhou, becoming the first great emperor in history to conquer the territory of Jiuzhou on earth.

And this small low slope has also become a place of great scenic spots in a country.

It is also one of the allusions that thousands of children admire. This story has become an excellent story for every adult in every household to coax children to fall asleep.

From the 80-year-old man to the three-year-old child, all of them were completely impressed by this stunning empress.

After listening to the girl's long story of not expressing her feelings, Qi Yu leaned against the wet soil, closed his eyes, raised his lips slightly and said, "I don't like this story, but I like the protagonist of this story."

The little girl suddenly looked frustrated: "Is it because my story is not well told? Qishan Jun is beautiful and powerful, of course no one likes her."

Seeing the man leaning on the Emperor's Slope, his eyes gradually closed and fell asleep, everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but I didn't know what to do with him for a moment.

The elderly man took a sip of an old cigarette pole and sniffled and said, "This person is infected with the poison of the ghost animals. We should not touch him anymore. If he put it there without water or food, he will starve to death. Judging from his appearance, he obviously has no strength to get up and leave it for a few days. Anyway, it is winter now, and the body is frozen and the pus and blood cannot be melted. When he dies completely, he will dig a hole and bury it."

If you touch him at this time, you may not catch the owner and take a bite. It would be no more than just killing one person.

Everyone agreed and dispersed.

The sky is like fire, and the sunset falls again, ushering in the sky of the dark blue eternal night.

In his sleep, Qi Yu suddenly felt something licking his face. He had no strength to lift his head and push the thing away, closed his heavy eyelids, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't mess with me, I'm very tired, let me sleep for a while, sleep for a while... I'll go there, I won't let anyone harm her... I won't..."

Sure enough, the thing wasn't continuing to lick him anymore. He seemed to hear it while he was half-drowning.

The horse was neighing, and then someone dismounted and left. The horse was still spraying hot mist in front of him.

Soon, the sound of subtle and steady footsteps came, and his lips seemed to touch something cold.

It's water!

He had been thirsty for two days. When his dry and ripped lips touched the cool water, he immediately did not want to moan a lot, but was stinged and frowned.

A drip of liquid splashed into his chest, and he immediately realized that someone had brought him a palm of water.

In the past few days, he has wandered around the world like a lonely ghost, receiving too much malice from ordinary people. His body is so broken that it seems that even the piece of mud in his chest cannot bear the heart. Even in a quiet night, he seems to have heard the sound of a soul-suming ringtone from the depths of his soul.

This handful of cold streams stinged his lips, as if he had pulled him back from the other side of the underworld.

These hands holding the stream water seemed to have become the last point in the world, the only kindness.

He drooped his head in a daze, absorbing the cold and sweetness of her palm, his throat that was sore like a dry and tear-out was moistened by clear water, and the chaotic consciousness also returned to reality.

He opened his heavy eyelids, and with the cold moonlight, he saw the face of the man under the moonlight clearly.

The slightly opened eyes then squinted quietly, and the water droplets on the corners of his lips were mixed with dirty blood splashed on her fingertips.

The man was wearing the most noble purple imperial robe in Jiuzhou, and a sword hung around his waist, and his name was Junxian.

After not seeing her for eight years, she has lost a lot of weight, her cheeks are thin and sharp, her skin is like snow, and she is clearly like a sharp sword that is unsheathed. However, when the moonlight shines coldly, she also seems to be a thin jade porcelain body that is broken when touched.

Qi Yu looked at the woman in front of him calmly, calmly took back his hands, stained with blood, took out the veil, and wiped away the blood on his fingertips.

The last look of the fine texture was thrown to the ground, with casual and calm movements, with a bit of the noble temperament unique to the king.

Her left palm pressed against the sword at her waist, and her sharp, redundant and warm phoenix eyes stared at the blood-stained man on the low slope.

Her voice was cold and majestic, and she said without any emotion: "I came for that evil dragon. You have its breath, and it is very strong."

She didn't recognize him.

That is a pair of eyes that only emperors can possess. They are compassionate to all living beings without any emotion or murderous intention, but they are so... high above.

Qi Yu really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh at this moment. Although his heart had been shattered, it still hurts faintly there.

Under her scrutiny, Qi Yu shook his head without any expression and said, "I'm not a ghost beast dragon, you've found the wrong person."

"I know." She looked faint, but her eyes kept looking at him: "If you were that evil dragon, how could you look like this if you were that evil dragon, how could you be like this?

If you are it, I will save a lot of trouble."

Qi Yu curled the corners of his lips and showed a very awkward smile: "Thank you just now."

Qishanjun narrowed his eyes and did not respond, saying, "How long have you been lying here?"

Qi Yu thought for a while and said, "A whole day."

"Are you dying?" she asked very directly.

Qi Yu: "It's very fast, but it should be a little longer than you think."

Qishanjun nodded, his eyes turned to the distant village, and his cold voice had a bit of murderous intent: "Everyone in the village ahead is dead, and this matter has something to do with you."

Qi Yu's eyes were unremitting: "It has nothing to do with me."

Qishanjun's eyes were very sharp: "They died of the evil dragon poison. They broke out in one day, and the whole village was destroyed, and there was no one living."

Qi Yu's eyes moved: "Is that right?" It seems that the little girl who told him a story yesterday is no longer there.

Clearly...a very good kid.

The next moment, his chin was forcibly lifted by Jun Xianjian's sword sheath and was forced to look directly at her.

She said: "The whole village is dead, but you are still alive."

Qi Yu smiled and turned her scabbard away. A simple action caused the wound on his face to burst into blood, splashing out a few drops of blood, and landing on her scabbard.

"Maybe it's because I'm a tough life."

Qishan Jun silently took back Jun Xian's sword, with obvious disgust in his eyes. She took out a clean veil, wiped the scabbard carefully, and said, "Did they die because of you?"

Qi Yu said: "I think it shouldn't."

Those who are polluted by the aura of evil dragons and animals are not the only one in the world, and there may not be any real blood-stained persons hidden in the village.

However, they have the protection of their relatives. Even if they know, they will hide it tightly until they can't hide the bloody odor, which explodes and is devastating at one point, but it's much terrible than a monster like him.

A real monster will never come from foreign enemies, but from the hearts of one's own people.

Qi Shanjun still had a look of suspicion in his eyes regarding Qi Yu's explanation.

But even so, even though she suspected that she would feed a handful of water when she saw a dying person.

Regardless of whether the people in the village were because of him or not, Qishan Jun would not kill a weak person. Her eyes glanced for a while, and suddenly her eyes were fixed on his chest. Jun Xianjian slowly picked up the clothes he had hidden in his heart.

Beneath her clothes was a ball of black soil. The rune lines on the surface of the black soil were almost invisible. She said lightly: "It turns out that it is the black soil as the boundary that suppresses the poisonous blood pollution in her body. Thinking about it, the death of those people really has nothing to do with you."
Chapter completed!