From Qingzhou to the east, after a month of dry road, you can see a very wide and wide outer sea. The deep blue sea is as quiet as a mirror. When sunlight shines, it is as bright as mercury. There are no creatures in the sea. Ordinary people can float up steadily without sinking. After taking a boat in the sea for half a month, they can reach a land like a seven-star pearl. It is the Dongmin Kingdom, known as the pearl of the outer sea. This country is simple and most of them live in huge walled houses. Scattered and remote families live together in villages.

It is very difficult to make a living here. Ships have become the only tool to travel between the sea and the inland. Whether there are ships at home, whether there are large ships or small ships, and one ship or many ships have become the only criterion for judging whether a family is rich or poor. It is also the key to whether this family can marry a wife, whether it is beautiful or ugly, and how many wives can be married.

In the Dongmin Kingdom, some families share a giant boat, while others have multiple giant boats. A shrewd and capable man takes a long boat to make a living while a woman carries housework at home. Some people never leave Dongmin Kingdom in their entire lives.

In the vast dark blue sea, huge boats were sailing back and forth, like stars scattered in the air. Suddenly, a strong wind blew across the hull. Luo Kui was shaking on the boat and was drowsy. Looking at the shore that was also shaking not far away, the corners of his eyes suddenly became a little wet, as if the past had come unexpectedly, pulling his eyes hurt.

Dongmin Kingdom is near the sea, and the ground is warm and snow-free in winter, but on that day, a few rolling thunders rose in the blue sky and the sun. The dark clouds were like tattered flags, covering the entire sky with their teeth and claws. A gust of north wind swept over Chongyun, and the clouds fell to the ground with low pressure.

At that time, a huge square was built on the dock of Dongmin Kingdom. There were dozens of feet high platforms on the north side of the square. A flagpole stood on the platform, and the sharp top of the pole went straight into the sky.

The incomplete limbs on the huge black dock square were scattered like gravel, and blood flowed out from the wound. Some were still alive and groaned in a low and painful groan, while others were dead, buried in the messy blood that was flowing back into a river, motionless.

The remaining hundreds of dead soldiers with strong limbs and ragged clothes were holding swords, guns, swords and halberds in their hands. Blood kept dripping from the tip of the knife, spearhead, sword body, and halberds, as if they had just been taken out of the blood, surrounding the platform. They were all injured and looked extremely brave, but when they looked at the platform, they felt timid in their eyes.

There were only six people left on the platform, and only three of the six could barely stand on the sword. The blood covered her eyes and faces, with her own and enemies, and the armor on her body was severely split, revealing her ragged clothes, her flesh and awkward blood.

The sky suddenly started to fly snow in the sky, drifting like white cotton. The manic north wind roared and rolled, breaking the towering trees on the pier in the sea. The huge branches roared and hit the living or dead people. The blood was like a pouring rain, wrapped in wails, and scattered in all directions.

In just a moment of calm and silence, more than a hundred dead soldiers rushed to the high platform again. The swords, guns, swords and halberds swayed slightly, making loud noises. The three people on the high platform were not afraid at all, and their eyes swept coldly. At this time, they were no longer flesh and blood, but demons, and warriors who did not know how to suffer and feared death. They had to fight to the last moment even after they had dried up their blood.

Suddenly, the wind rose flat on the ground, and huge waves rolled up in the deep blue sea. The huge waves were silver-white, and the cold air was soaring. The girl in red, covered with blood, stood on the wave head, her plain white face was red with red eyes, and her head was covered with ink hair like a ghostly hand, scooping silver waves.

The strong wind rolled up like a blood-red dress, like a cloud and a wide sleeve. The girl's eyes were cold and sharp, just like the flying snow around her. She just looked at everyone in front of her. The entire deep blue sea surface was frozen in an instant. The ice surface was extremely thick and wide, covering the black square, covering the dead or alive limbs on the square.

The girl's right hand swayed and held a bent bow out of thin air. The bow was so big that it was crystal clear all over, like a black ice, giving birth to a chill in her hands, her eyes that were unable to look directly at the blasphemy and made people want to escape.

The north wind was howling and howling, and the silver waves turned into long arrows in the sky in an instant. She raised the bow and arrow, revealing her scarred wrists. The strong wind was howling on her side, like a shrill howling ghosts and wolves. She posed a bow and shot arrows, and several arrows were fired at the same time. The crystal long arrows broke through the snow all over the ground, and all rushed towards the dead soldiers surrounding the high platform.

"Luokui, don't." A shrill and desperate shouted out loud on the high platform of the square, under the flagpole standing tall.

The girl's eyes turned in despair, and then a sharp flashed. The wind and snow in the sky suddenly became bigger. The ice cone flew past, the sound of the wind was like a weeping blood, the wind was rolling back, the black clouds were tumbling, the wind rolled up the girl's dress, fiery red like blood like the morning glow, and it was about to fly. She snorted a word coldly, each word contained a strong bloody aura: "Break."

The ink hair scoops up more and more silver waves, condensed into growing arrows in the air. The girl quickly slapped the bow and shot arrows without stopping for a moment. The long arrow roared past, passing through her long hair in her ears, and pounced on the dead soldiers standing with each other in the square.

The square immediately wailed everywhere, with several feet high bloodstains rising, and they smashed back to the frozen square with broken limbs and broken arms. The mess of blood passed through the broken armor and clothes, and the broken limbs. A figure rushed out in the blood. He looked back at the girl in red and then flew over a gust of wind, and disappeared without a trace.

It was not until this time that the girl's arms slowly lowered, like clouds and wide sleeves, like torn slumbers, floating in a mess between her wrists. The vast floating ice under her feet made a rustling sound, and the ice cracks filled the entire ice surface with a prairie fire.

The girl's figure shook slightly, and a slight shattering sound was made between her wrists. Such pain meandered along the meridians, and the pain reached the depths of her heart. The pulse between the wrist, which should have been vigorous and powerful, instantly became thin and thin. Although the magic she used just now was extremely powerful, it was a way to hurt the enemy for one thousand and one hundred. If it weren't forcing her to the point of life and death, she would definitely not use it.

The girl vomited blood and calmed her mind. She jumped to the high platform in the distance with just a flash. Her knees were limp in the snow and she hugged the man lying on the ground tightly. The man had been lying on the ground for a long time and was covered with a thin layer of snow. The girl reached out to brush away the snow from the hair on his forehead, but she could not help but brush more and more, as if she had white hair growing overnight.

The blood dyed her plain white hands red, and her hated eyes red. Her voice became more and more shrill, and every word was crying: "Brother, brother, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you."

The man's bloody hands trembled slightly, stroked the girl's face, and his voice was low and as if he came from hell: "I have died for the country and the people." He took a breath: "You, you, wait until I reincarnate, and then avenge me. I, I don't want to walk on the road of the underworld with them, and I don't want to go underground and fight with them."

The girl held the man's hand tightly with her backhand, and couldn't say a word. She would nod her head repeatedly, and then shook her head repeatedly. The sour tears were condensed in the bottom of her eyes. In just a moment, she was already full of tears.

The man raised his hand, wiped the tears from her face, and said angrily: "Yu'er, where is Yu'er."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone brought a baby to the cradle and knelt in front of the man. The child's eyes were closed and he was sleeping, as if he had just killed bloodyly. He just dreamed sadly, and the girl said tremblingly: "Brother, Yu'er is here, he is very good, very good."

The man closed his eyes and breathed a long sigh. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were as dim as the sky before dawn, cutting off his vitality: "Little sister, Yu'er, Yu'er, I'll entrust you with it."

The sky cleared, the wind on the ground stopped, the snow disappeared invisibly, the huge ice surface made a shocking sound, and finally broke and fell into the deep sea. At this moment, the sky and the earth were both angry, and the plants were filled with sorrow, and huge despair and sorrow surged from the spine to the throat. This hatred had already been pierced in the heart, and it had sprouted. After bloody and storm, it finally grew deep-rooted and grew into a towering tree. The hatred that was everywhere in the body covered the only light left in the heart. The girl was choked and unable to say anything. The thousands of arrows that had hurt people just now seemed to be nailed to her heart. The body and bones were cracked, but she was speechless: "Brother, don't worry."

A bloody dream of the past, in a trance, the bloody man swayed in front of his eyes, his bloody face slowly lowered his head in front of the girl.

"Master, Master, Master, Master, wake up, wake up."

Luo Kui woke up from Du Heng's repeated calls. She could only watch the bloody three years ago, but she was helpless. She opened her mouth in difficulty and pain, but couldn't make a sound. Her hands couldn't help but hold them tightly: "What's wrong with Yu'er?"

Du Heng whispered to comfort him: "Young Master is all right, don't worry, Master. Just now, the master called His Highness the King of Wu. If His Highness saw his master so sad, he would not be peaceful. The disaster of the extermination of the King of Wu's mansion was so great that he left his blood. It was a great blessing in disguise. I hope that the master would take care of himself. The young master still had to rely on his master."

The gap between fingers is too wide, the time is too thin, and the years pass by quietly, but that day is too unforgettable.

Three years ago, bloody storms were still in front of me. The old man had already become an old friend and was separated by life and death and could not meet each other. It would be so easy to not be sad. Even though time has changed, I still felt heartbroken when I remembered that I was still heartbroken. Luo Kui pondered slightly: "I have been busy with the great disaster in Yongzhou for several months. I haven't seen Yu'er for a long time. Now he is in his 30s. It's time to get confused. Now Qingzhou is unstable and the family is full of people. Du Heng, I went to send a letter to Du Zhong and ordered him to escort Yu'er to avoid it. Please ask Bai Ji to get rid of Yu'er."
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