Ma'am, I'm afraid when you come [AA]

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Chapter 75: I've Been Here, You Won't See...

Xiao Mingchen was deeply trapped in a chaotic dream, and used all his strength to confront the gradually withdrawn consciousness. A faint voice told him that as soon as he compromised, he would be immediately swallowed up forever by this long, borderless darkness.

As the five senses were dragged into the darkness little by little, he didn't know how long he struggled, and for the first time in his life, he was born like duckweed, and he felt helpless.

"Kill him in case the night grows and dreams." Wang Mao looked at the white paper-like person on the wooden bed, and shrunk his eyebrows and remembered something. One of his severed arms suddenly hurt from the wound to his heart, until half of his body trembled, and he repeated viciously: "Kill him!" The same sacrifice to heaven is the one who dies, why not kill him! The

tall man standing in front of the bed was carefully playing with the ink jade in his hand. If you look closely, you will find that this piece of ink jade has been altered except for the Qiang script on it, and it is almost exactly the same as the piece in the box that Xia Feng found outside Zhizhi City.

When he heard this, he turned his head, and looked at Wang Mao playfully and pitifully with deep eyes that were different from ordinary people: "Are you scared by Xia Feng, as for you?" When I unified the desert and galloped across the grassland, this little girl was afraid that she was still nursing.

When Wang Mao heard the word 'Xia Feng', he couldn't help but swing: "Big Khan, it's not enough to be stupid enough to destroy Xiao Mingchen's hands and feet." This man... This man is full of tricks, must..."

Nai Man interrupted and carefully looked at Xiao Mingchen's mother-like appearance, "He is a tribute to the gods of heaven, and he cannot have the slightest defect... Wrong!
After he
said that, he took out a clay pot from his arms, and a highly poisonous little snake was raised in the jar, and he directly picked up Xiao Mingchen's finger and stuffed it into the mouth of the jar, and the hideous black little snake immediately pounced on it and ate it. After biting, the snake that originally opened its teeth and danced its claws covered up the flag, and died after a fight.

"No wonder, no wonder the Snake King's poison is slow to work on him. After stealing the magic medicine of the snake department, the saint escaped from the snow and gave birth to him. The snake venom could not hurt the Holy Daughter, and he really had the same blood on his body as the Holy Daughter. Nai

Man suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, and his face was full of excitement: "It will definitely work, he is born of the blessing of heaven, and he will definitely be able to summon gods for my desert!" Spring breeze, the spring breeze of the coming year will blow across the northern line and blow to the north of the desert, bringing vitality and hope to Kewolf Mountain.

"He, he's not stupid? Wang Mao was incredulous, "Great Khan, no!" It rarely snows in Shengjing, and although the Heavenly Master predicts heavy snow in three days, but... What if it doesn't go down? Sweat a lot, the night is long and dreamy, this person must not stay for a long time!

"Whether he will be poisoned or stupid depends on himself, rest assured, he will not wake up." Nai Man was a little impatient, and no longer paid attention to Wang Mao, who was startled, and only stared intently at Xiao Mingchen's face.

He remembered the beautiful woman many years ago, the elf on the snow, pure fairy-like, undefiled by the mortal world. He had only once in his life touched compassion, and that was for the woman.

Xiao Mingchen woke up again and was frozen awake, Lingtai was clear, full of fatigue, he knew that he had survived.

The cold wind howled, and the smell of wet earth rushed to the face, with a bit of cold and cold meaning, Shengjing snowed. Xiao Mingchen was in a coma intermittently, not completely unaware of the outside world, and he probably knew how long time had passed. After all, Xia Feng should be on the way to Anshan Mountain, but the speed of the man's action was unexpected, and he didn't know if he could wait for rescue.

He thought bitterly that it would be better if he died in Anshan like this. Since the death of the first emperor, the Central Plains has lost most of the strength of the princes in this protracted chaos, and only the Northwest Xia family has not been disturbed by it. If Xia Feng could take advantage of this opportunity to rush forward, Jiang Shan would be short of an opportunity to change his name and surname.

Thinking like this, he felt a little regretful, he died before he could worship with Xia Feng, and the next fate between the two would not wait for thousands of years later.

Xiao Mingchen was thinking about it endlessly, and suddenly heard trivial footsteps outside. After a while, Nai Man opened the door and walked in, only to see his disguise at a glance: "Actually awake?" Since His Highness is determined, it must be good to experience the taste of being burned alive.

"Naiman? Jiuyang Khan daimyo. Xiao Mingchen endured weakness and weakness, and slowly sat up straight.

The bones of the whole body "rattling" kept sounding, and he chuckled as if he didn't hear anything: "Sick and weak body, it is really an honor for the tired khan to run all the way to Jiangnan."

Nai Man seemed to see a long memory through him, and when he came back to his senses, he was facing Shangxiao Mingchen's slightly raised eyes, stunned for a moment, and said contemptuously: "Let's say more while you can still talk, otherwise you won't have a chance." Seeing that Xiao Mingchen was not shocked in the slightest, his tone sank: "Take away!" A

strange altar was built next to the cliff behind Anshan Mountain, and Xiao Mingchen recognized at a glance that this altar was very similar to the one outside Zhizhi City.

The outer circumference of the altar is circular, and intricate patterns of different colors surround the half-moon-shaped altar in the middle. The flames above the altar swayed with the fierce wind, Xu because it was snowing heavily, and the firewood was wet and burned a cloud of soot.

Shengjing rarely snows, but every time he returns to Kyoto in the past two years, he can catch up, a heavy snowfall, the temperature plummets, I don't know how many people will die.

Xiao Mingchen realized that what he was thinking at the moment actually felt a little funny, they were all dying, or worry about which level of hell he would go to after he died.

In front of the altar, there is a wooden frame made of pine wood, nailed into a cross shape, I don't know what strange aesthetics the Qiang people have, and it is painted red and purple. Xiao Mingchen was firmly tied to the shelf, pushed to the altar to see Nai Man, singing "Wow la, wa-la" to the sky. The wind was strong on the edge of the cliff, and his hands and feet were numb in his single clothes.

Finally, when Xiao Mingchen felt that he was about to freeze to death, the weird "wow-la-wa-la" sound stopped. Nai Man sorted out the slightly messy strange costume on his body, respectfully kowtowed to the altar three times, and then stood up, drew the snake head scimitar on his waist, and slashed into his left arm, and the wound was deep into the bone.

He was drenched in blood along the altar, and choked on soot when he reached the back. When he finished everything without hurry, with a wave of his hand, two Qiang men stepped forward and raised the cross with Xiao Mingchen.

The fire in the sacrificial furnace had been completely ignited, and the tongue of fire swayed greedily. Xiao Mingchen froze, and after being carried to the altar, his hands and feet sensed a trace of temperature, but he did not feel warm.

He smelled the burning of his head and heard the noise of the distant snow, as if he heard the call of death.

The hustle and bustle in the distance suddenly came and went, as if it had always been there.

When the flame licked the corner of his shirt, he seemed to hear Xia Feng's voice, and was about to listen carefully, when this voice suddenly turned into substance. The two Qiang soldiers carrying the cross were kicked open, and the wooden frame that bound Xiao Mingchen's hands and feet was split into pieces, and he was carried by a figure to roll off the altar and fall heavily into the snow.

This fall, Xiao Mingchen only felt that he had fallen back to the world from hell, and a familiar voice sounded in his ears, this time it was no longer ethereal, it was Xia Feng who was shouting hard: "Xiao Mingchen, don't die, are you still alive?"

He struggled to open his eyes and pulled out a smile, and his voice was hoarse: "Alive, I haven't worshiped you yet... Worship, what a pity to die like this.

"After entering the door of my Xia family, you are my person, and if I don't let you die, you won't die." Xia Feng cried with excitement, and was about to say something more, when a sharp shout came from behind him: "Ah! Miss, come quickly, I can't beat him!"

Xia Feng looked back and saw Qian Shan and Yu Han dealing with the injured Nai Man, and they were beaten to the left, and he immediately wanted to bury these two alive in the snow. She picked up Xiao Mingchen, carefully tied his cloak, handed it to the guards, took the halberd and threw it, and ordered: "Take His Royal Highness King Ning away to watch the play." She

stepped forward with a halberd in her hand, but she was not in a hurry to help, her wrist flipped, and the dark weapon in the Xuantie bracer shot out, and in the middle of the black shadow that had run down the top of the cliff. Confirming that Wang Mao was dead, Xia Feng jumped into the air and went up to block the slash to the face door for Qian Shan.

The soldiers and horses under the mountain gradually formed a siege, and the army composed of the Xia Family Army, the Shouzhou Army, the Lingnan Army and the nearby people with lofty ideals was gathering from all directions.

The Qiang army came from afar, did not understand the field battles in the Central Plains, was not familiarIn the terrain of Anshan Mountain, the evil wolf who has always been domineering in the desert was beaten by the southern barbarian who he despised the most.

Looking around, the countless Daqing soldiers and horses were far above the Qiang soldiers, and a Xia family army unknowingly touched the cliff from nowhere, entangled all the Qiang dead soldiers around the altar outside the altar.

Seeing that the general trend was coming, Nai Man was designed to wrap dumplings, and his eyes were round: "Xia Feng!" How did you find here?

"There is a hunter under this cliff, and you guys are working on the edge of the cliff, not like doing good deeds, running down and reporting a letter to my army." Otherwise, such a big Anshan really can't find you. Xia Feng tilted his head to look at him, "That broken stone is fake, and I wanted to use it to fool the stone into erasing desire." This kind of moth who cuts the pulse and bleeds all believes, Naiman, are you confused? "

For a heroic figure, the saddest thing is the word "late twilight", especially Xia Feng's mockery with irony. Nai Man's iron fist clenched, and the masseter trembled and asked, "What do you mean?"

"We Central Plains readers have a saying, the son is not a strange force, you go down and touch this sentence." The secret art of the goddess is simply an ethereal thing, and you are smart for a lifetime. "

Before the word 'world' fell, Xia Feng's halberd swept towards him, but he turned over and dodged, bringing up a large area of snow and muddy water on the ground, and scattered it down the cliff one after another.

The two of them tossed and turned and dismantled nearly a hundred moves, and the strange and colorful altar was shaken to pieces by the internal energy scattered outside, and the colorful stone bricks were thrown onto the snow halfway up the mountain, which was particularly dazzling under the gray sky.

Qian Shan saw Xia Feng being slashed into the arm by the machete, and pounced to help with a hard kick. Her foundation was not as good as Xia Feng, and she was shocked out and fell down next to the altar coughing up blood, felt the iron piece hidden in her waist, and stared at the inseparable two people in the center of the altar.

Nai Man dodged a shot from Xia Feng's oncoming in the air, but was penetrated by the dark weapon whistling from behind, and the blood stained the red and purple beard clothes could not be seen. He knelt on one knee in the snow, not caring about the injuries on his body.

"Good girl, this time it's good. Xia Feng praised, tearing the corner of the cloak to stop the bleeding arm. While tying a knot for herself, she swept up the scattered blades on the ground with a halberd, and the group of Qiang soldiers who flew in the middle was simply outrageous.

Not far away, Nai Man had already stood up with two knives in his hands, Xia Feng glanced at him and said with a sneer: "Nai Man, in the desert in the past, I respect you as a character." But Zhengda Guangming ran to the Central Plains to spread the wilderness, do you think that hundreds of millions of people in Daqing are dead? Even if the traitor colludes with the enemy and betrays the country, I will never allow Er and other foreign races to step in! "

Nai Man's body has countless wounds, compared to the multiple deep bone slashes, the sneak attack of Qian Shan just now is nothing. He looked at Xia Feng, who was also covered with colors, at the few black-clothed Qiang soldiers left under the cliff, and when he spoke again, he was less angry: "Xia Feng, you are stronger than your father."

Xia Feng inexplicably heard a bit of tragedy, moved his wrist, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Don't worry, when I kill you, I will go back to the northwest to tell my father." "

The Wolf King of the Snake Department in the grassland is still old, if he had fought Xia Feng head-on twenty years ago, he would definitely not be half a point behind. But he met the spirited Xia Feng at dusk, and from the beginning, there was no chance of victory.

After a hundred moves, Xia Feng sent it with one hand, and the halberd penetrated Nai Man's chest and broke his back. She turned her head sideways to avoid the oncoming blood, only to hear Qian Shan shouting not far away: "Be careful!" Nai

Man's whole body was strong, and he burst out with amazing strength when he was about to die, he ignored the long halberd that passed through his chest, quickly took half a step forward, and the two scimitars merged, twisting towards Xia Feng's waist and abdomen.

Between the electric stone fire, Xia Feng bent back at an incredible angle with the slashed double knife, many wounds on his body were torn together, the dark cloak was brushed in the snow, dyed red, the halberd in his hand flipped, and the Khan of the North and South Desert fell to the ground with a bang.

Heavy snow fell one after another, from the foot of Mount An to the back cliff of the hunting palace, and the snow was stained with blood and covered with snowflakes. In the distance, the gray horizon shone with a ray of skylight, and the enthusiastic shouts came from far and near, Xia Feng gritted his teeth and pushed away Xiao Mingchen, who was holding himself behind him, and stood on the top of the mountain and shouted: "Collect the troops!"

This voice almost broke her throat, and after shouting, she took a step back and unloaded her strength, leaning into Xiao Mingchen's chest. The two sat on the ground, not caring about the corpses and flesh and blood all around them.

Xia Feng raised his hand and touched Xiao Mingchen's almost transparent cheek: "Xiao Jing is dead, Yan Youhe is probably cleaning up Shengjing at this time." The people of southern Xinjiang also arrived, and Mu Jiazheng and Lu Nongzhuo joined forces to deal with the remaining Qiang soldiers and horses hiding outside Shengjing. Omuga is not a shrewd man, and it doesn't take many people to clean him up. I transferred most of my troops to Anshan for fear of..."



Xiao Mingchen used the torn corner of her clothes to briefly stop the bleeding, and through the iron armor, he only felt that the body in the crook of his arm was trembling slightly: "Ah Feng, don't say it, you need to rest, go back and talk about it." "

I'm so afraid," Xia Feng's eyes shone with water, reflecting the color of heaven and earth, "I didn't dare to close my eyes for many days, afraid of seeing you, and afraid that I wouldn't see you."

"Ah Feng, sleep. I've been there and you won't fail to see me. Xiao Mingchen comforted softly, lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her lips.