Congratulations, Empress

What kind of scene is the blood on the desert? What kind of scene is the corpse everywhere? The sand eagle is not the first time to see it. The warrior of the desert will not have a **** battle. The blood in the sand will instantly lose its vivid color, but the white boy in the corpse is full of blood under his body!

The white clothes shuttled, the cavalry fell one by one, and the flowers on the horrified face were splashed with blood. The cold looks like a thousand years of ice, and there was no mercy in the hands, like a play without sound, but it made people deeply Cold in my heart!

In the end, Su Huan and Mei Er stopped their hands, only to see the flowers stunned in the pile of corpses, and the cavalry hesitated to go forward, staring at the **** knife in her hand!

The sand eagle looked far away from the flowers and took off the big bow. He pulled a feather arrow from the back and placed it on the bow, aiming at the white figure. However, the other party seemed to have a pair of eyes, and at the same time, he turned back!

The horror and cold eyes swept over the sand eagle, and the squad rushed toward him!

The sand eagle is swaying, turning the direction of the arrow, aiming at the person flying to the front, the right hand, and the feather arrow with a broken force!

The speed of the horror increased and the stunned speed was tightly buckled on the sand eagle. When the arrow flew, the whole person leaned back and rushed toward him!

The feather arrow rubbed her forehead, scratching the ribbon of her hair, a black hair volley, and open with the wind!

The sand eagle also shot at the same time, the whole person flew backwards, the long arm showed, and the second arrow was shot. Stunned eyes and eyes, a knife cut off the feather arrow, hold the half-cut to the sand eagle, the right foot swept away, kick him out!

The sand eagle snorted and rolled on the ground. Before he got up, he was already behind him with a horror. He lifted his foot and kicked him. His knees were on his chest, and he unloaded his arms!

The sand eagle wanted to move, but the person who pressed on his body seemed to have a thousand strengths, so that he could not move at all. The green scorpion lifted and slammed into the eyes of her murder!

The blue silk rushed, and the sand eagle looked at the person with her eyes: she was a woman? !

Stunned and raised his hand, the arrow in his hand flashed and slammed into his eyes!

The sand eagle has a double eye, but there is no fear, and he does not hide and see the flowers and horror.

The lightning-fast arrowhead stopped at his eyelashes, and the sand eagle’s heart screamed for a moment, and the next second, the arrow was inserted in the sand in his ear.

"Shaying, don't provoke me for the second time," the flower stunned and stared at him, his eyes cruel. "Otherwise, I will not hesitate to destroy your whole family!"

The chill of the cold bones made the sand eagle unable to make a sound, and the green shackles were tightened and placed, and the people on the body looked away.

The night wind was already cool, and under the fire, the flowers turned and stunned, and the people who looked at themselves on the other side couldn’t help but lift their hands and wiped their faces, but they took a trace of blood. She blinked and swept the dead body. And the cavalry, who was snoring, opened his mouth and found that he could not name anyone.

Fear, from the fear of myself, fluttering from all sides, she covered her eyes with her hands, raised her head slightly, and her heart was lonely: killing, killing, killing, killing...

The warm big hand held her hand down. She looked into a pair of amber pupils. The warm color seemed to melt the ice that sealed her throat. "Oh..."

Yan Yan swiftly pulled her into her arms and kissed her forehead with a painful sigh. "Don't be afraid..."

The flower stunned and closed, his eyes closed, his hands on his clothes, he always said in a word, yeah, when she was alone, she made a living by killing herself, she relied on herself and feared herself, could not speak. The loneliness is like the curse of blood on her hand, accompanied by her death... In this life, she gathered so many people around her, but at the moment when her hands were covered with blood, she was afraid of their departure, only understand The murderous flowers are horrified, the humanity is horrified, will they be afraid, will they be timid?

"The son," Suhuan did not know when he came behind the two, took the **** from his arms, and raised his hand to wipe her face. "You have soiled yourself."

"Su Huan..." The flowers were horrified and clenched in Yan’s hand, standing in the place and letting her rub.

"The dry puffs are not clean," I thought, I poured water from the kettle and wet the handkerchief. I handed it to Su Huan and said, "Use this."

Wen Yuyi also said: "There are enough clothes to prepare."

Jiner smiled and jumped over and grabbed her hand: "Stunning, you are too powerful!"

Yan Chih-hyun quietly walked to Jin's side, reaching out to hold the hand of the horror, but was smashed by Yan to take the lead. He touched his hand and glanced at him, but he did not dare to provoke him.

"The son!"

"The son!"

"The son!"

......

The people around her all came to her, and the eyes were red.

The flower stunned and sighed and asked, "What about the moon?"

"The flow of blood, scared to faint." Wen Yuyi with a smile, watching her face.

Yan Yuyan took her scattered hair to her head and re-attached her hair band. She was beckoning to hide behind the shackles of Zhuang Yuzhuang. "Five brothers, come over."

He was still timid and looked at the flowers and horrified. He kept squatting on the sleeves of Zhuang Zhuang and refused to let go. Zhuang Yuzhuang was also full of complex faces, and he had to take care of Murong Wei who could not stand the **** weakness.

"Oh, forget it, wait until I change my clothes and say it!" The flowers stunned and held down Yan’s arm.

Yan Yuyan has sunk his face and his voice is fierce. "Yes!"

He was so scared that he bit his lip and wept, but finally moved out from behind the village, and walked away in front of the flowers.

Spend a horrified touch on his head, prank him into his arms, let him scream and not let go, until he has no strength to loosen his strength. The tears of Yu Shang’s tears have long gone, and the red eyes are abandoning: “Smelly dead!”

Spooky on his face, "Smelly you!"

淳 尚 尚 尚 尚 尚 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 钻 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕 燕

"Ha ha!" The flowers were stunned and laughed, and everyone around them followed her. She looked at the people around me and finally moved her eyes to Yan Yan. "Oh, you really don't want to give up?"

"I disliked..." Yan Yuyan said, holding her up and holding her side and saying: "So wash it quickly!"

"There is a small oasis in front, you can go there to wash..." A Hu person pointed to the desert side.

"Thank you." Yan Yu nodded, holding the flowers and stunned and strode away.

Su Huan took the clothes from the bag and said: "I will send clothes to the son."

The fire was still burning, but the smell of blood had already dispersed. The sand eagle told the men to bury the body of the cavalry on the ground and disappeared into the night with a tired team.

"Oh..." I don’t know who’s stomach is screaming, I want to say “噗嗤” and smile. “It’s been so long before I’ve been full and hungry. I’m still eating something, I’m making mushrooms. soup!"

"I want me to!" Jiner first picked it up, and the sound was from his stomach.

The crowd re-circled to the front of the fire, and the laughter followed the wind and chased the yellow sand to bury everything in the past.

Zhayi went to the side of Haoyue, rubbed her cold sweat on her forehead with a scorpion, and her heart was silent. Now, she seems to not distinguish between good and bad. She thinks she hates the cocoa Doya tribe, but she saw it. Their tragic appearance still feels heart-wrenching. These people, like her people, are dying under the blade, but what is wrong with the master of Haoyue? She was involved in this incident for an unrelated talent. She was angry and murdered for her own gimmicks. Many people here were injured. Although not heavy, under the attack of the Rangers, everyone has May be the next month, but not necessarily her good luck... So, is it wrong? Cruel?

"Hey," I thought about taking her shoulder and handing her a bowl of hot soup. "You have to wake up tomorrow!"

"Well..." Zhayi took it over and held it in the palm of his hand. A warmth spread from the fingers.

I thought that I had moved a few bundles of firewood to pick up a pile, and surrounded it around the moon, and blocked the head and feet with a bag to make sure she was not too cold.

"Your son...what is she?" Zhayi asked this sentence when he made a difference.

I wanted to stop the action, and I thought about it: "Should be a good person!"

After she finished talking and laughing, the crisp laughter made Zha's hands tight, and even those who killed dozens of people would be good people.

I thought about moving things and sitting down next to me, drinking hot soup with satisfaction, looking at the starry sky: "Little girl, haven't seen the battlefield?"

Zha shook her head and looked up at her.

I want to let out a hot breath, saying: "The people on the battlefield know that no one knows each other, but they must kill them all the time. You die and die. There are countless people who die on the battlefield. What is wrong with the dead? The murderer What's wrong?"

Zhayi stunned and fell into meditation.

"However," I wanted to look back at her and smiled. "The son said that others are better than themselves. This world, this is heaven!"

Ps: two chapters and three thousand words, one chapter and two thousand words, no less and more ha! Hey!