It didn't clear up after the rain, and the sky was overcast with dark clouds. The critical moment when the pursuers were approaching made it even more desolate and desolate.
"Ji, look at me." Ning Xizui tried hard to regain Ji's consciousness, but Ji was lost in the broken memories, his eyes were full of confusion, even though he was forced to raise his head to look at him, the expression on his face was still confused.
It's heartbreaking.
What happened many years ago may be just a story to others, but it is undoubtedly a nightmare to those who have experienced it personally. Not only is it a sacrifice, but even Xizui is unwilling to recall that period of history, firstly because it is not
It was not a happy thing, and secondly, that day, he killed someone for the first time in his life.
To this day, Ning Xizui still remembers the strong emotions, anger, sadness, uncontrollable impulse, and unprecedented self-blame that surged in her heart at that time.
He can't protect his people or the bullied Xia'an survivors. What qualifications does he have to become the new king? What qualifications does he have to bear the expectations of his adoptive father and the allegiance of the Su family brothers? The price of wanting to be alone like a dream
It means that others suffer. If the rules of the world are like this, then which one is more sinful, killing someone or causing others to be killed?
To protect, you must first learn to destroy.
The passage of time cannot wash away the memories of the past. Holding the trembling sacrifice tightly, Ning Xizui, who was already the king of a country, was also dragged into the torrent to the depths of his memory.
The bloody dagger emitted a coquettish red light. The angry young man stabbed the dagger into the officer's heart from behind. The hot blood sprayed out all over his clothes, stinging his eyes. The fatal blow left the officer unable to even scream.
He lay down on the ground and waited for his companion to turn around in panic. The blood gushing from the wound had accumulated on the ground to form a small pool of blood. The young man holding the dagger stood blankly.
"You—! Little bastard! Put it down, put down the dagger! Put it down quickly! Or I'll kill you!" The yamen officer was shocked and angry. He pulled out his saber with a clatter, and pointed the sharp blade straight at the two children at the alley.
How could a young man who neglected to learn martial arts be a match for a burly government officer? Only when he was yelled angrily did he realize what a big mistake he had made impulsively. But even if he wanted to regret it, it was too late. Faced with a sharp broadsword, all the young man could do was to use it.
The little girl stood behind her, letting the shrill cries keep coming.
"Aniang, Aniang! I want Aniang!"
The hoarse cry made the woman at the end of the alley extremely sad. She held the torn clothes in one hand, and tried hard to reach out to her daughter with the other hand. Blood stains oozed from her two knees from crawling on the floor, and there were still stains on her body vaguely covered by rag strips.
There were bruises visible, and it was obvious that he had been beaten severely not long ago.
The surviving members of the Xia'an family are always treated like slaves and pigs and dogs, especially those "sinners" who violate the ban and are about to be executed. They are often tortured before being executed. Some people are beaten to death, and even more women are raped and humiliated.
There are quite a few. The mother of the little girl is quite beautiful. This is the beauty given by God, but it is also the inducement to push her into the pit of fire. The two government officials originally planned to kidnap her back to the government to have some fun, but they unexpectedly broke out halfway.
A little devil who was not afraid of death saved his weak mother from humiliation.
"Bah, you little bastards, I just realized that they are both little bastards!" Noticing the boy and the little girl's distinctive hair color and eye color, and seeing the boy's clumsy movements with the dagger, the yamen servant suddenly said
He tilted his lips and revealed a sinister smile, "A bastard has ten taels of silver, and he doesn't care about girls now selling them in the building. Since you are rushing to give me money, I won't be polite!"
The crazy look in the Yamen servant's eyes was chilling. The young man pursed his lips tightly and pushed the little girl behind him away. He held the dagger tightly with both hands and stared at the Yamen servant's slowly moving steps forward.
"Aniang...Aniang..."
While the little girl was still sitting on the ground crying, the young man had already fought with the tall and powerful government servant. Without any suspense, after only two moves, the young man was slammed against the wall, and the dagger flew out. Physical strength and skills
, the huge disparity in experience cannot be made up by anger. The young man is very clear about the gap between himself and his opponent. If he were not worried that the opponent would attack the little girl, he would definitely not wipe away the bloodshot eyes at the corner of his mouth and get up again and again.
"Run, girl, run quickly..." The young man held on to his shaky body and tried his best to stop the government servant. However, the little girl in panic had no way of knowing what to do at this time. She just walked towards her mother based on her feelings, approaching the final step step by step.
Dangerous place.
Seeing her child walking into a trap, the scarred mother cried out at the top of her lungs to stop her, but how could a frightened child listen? The yamen servant was annoyed by the noise, and he grabbed the little girl angrily with his thick hands.
, with a ferocious expression like a ghost.
The boy who was thrown far away no longer had the strength to rush in front of the little girl, and was about to fall into despair. The figure that suddenly rushed towards him stopped the yamen servant in his tracks, and his painful screams were extremely harsh - the woman covered with injuries did not know where she was.
With the strength coming from him, he rushed towards the yamen servant like crazy. He didn't wait for his sinful palm to touch his child before biting it off. He bit off most of the yamen servant's ear!
Drops of blood spattered all over the floor. The little girl was so stunned that she forgot to cry, and the boy was no exception. But in this brief moment, the furious officer actually picked up the knife and stabbed her backwards. The sharp blade pierced the woman's chest.
It came out through the body and was dyed dark red.
In the blink of an eye, everything was silent. It wasn't until the sound of chaotic footsteps came from outside the alley that the little girl hugged her mother who was lying limply on the ground and was dying, and burst into mournful wails.
Even if you are young and inexperienced, you still know that death means the separation of yin and yang forever.
The blood and pain stimulated the yamen servant's madness. The broad knife that had just taken a life did not stop there. Instead, it was raised arrogantly again, pointing directly at the weak girl. However, the yamen servant who was burdened with life debt had no chance to deepen his sin.
, the slightly old dagger was accurately inserted into the chest. Whether the blow was intentional or coincidental, in short, another life ended abruptly in this alley.
There are no ghosts in the world. If they exist, then these ghosts are all transformed and forced by humans.
The young man never imagined that the vicious government servant would die here, especially since the person who killed him was the weak and fragile little girl.
"Girl..." He endured the pain and reluctantly got up. The boy staggered towards the little girl. His blue eyes showed a numb expression as if he had lost his soul. This is the expression that only a person who has lost his heart would have. At this time, he appeared in a
What happened to the eight-year-old child was really surprising. After the accident, I felt even more pity.
In her confused mind, she vaguely heard someone calling her. The little girl looked up blankly, and in her dull eyes, she could only see the figure approaching against the light. She lowered her face to look at her mother, who was still staring at death. The little girl gently and slowly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
When he raised his head again, the dagger slashed diagonally in front of him.
Hot blood rushes to face.
Whose blood is it? A Niang’s, a bad guy’s, or your own? If I can’t move like A Niang, can I go to the underworld that adults say and continue to live together with A Niang? Ah,
That way, you will definitely be a thousand times, ten thousand times happier than you are now.
However, I always felt a little reluctant to leave. I tilted my head and thought for a long time. The little girl showed an innocent smile and murmured softly.
"Little brother, little brother..."
Say goodbye to your gentle little brother before leaving.
Wiping his eyes blurred by tears, he looked forward with clean eyes full of expectation, and then his pupils suddenly shrank.