Volume 2 Dusty Memories Chapter 22 Dreaming of a Beautiful Man
The black shadow approached Grandpa Grandpa's neck little by little, and soon formed a circle. It looked like it would kill Grandpa Grandpa with just one tightening. Grandpa Grandpa saw that Liu'er had already fallen asleep, and he was missing these ears.
I will not be easily discovered by a man, and I also feel that
Naturally, I breathed a sigh of relief. But I always felt that there was something at the base of my neck. Grandpa stretched out his hand to touch it, and the black figure seemed to feel it and suddenly shrank back. In this way, Grandpa naturally couldn't touch anything, but he just felt strange.
, but didn’t think much about it.
It is easiest to fall asleep in a quiet night. My great-grandpa carefully cleared a clearing of the tree crowns and prepared to recuperate. The trees here have grown for who knows how many years. Each tree crown is as big as a house, and there are vines hanging from the branches.
They look like green waterfalls from a distance.
As soon as my great-grandfather lay down, he felt uncomfortable sleeping with a cane behind his back, just like sleeping with a big snake on his pillow. It was terribly uncomfortable.
"This won't work. Even though it's a temporary shelter, I'm too particular about not being energetic tomorrow." Grandpa thought to himself, pulled out a gold-encrusted black knife and cut all the nearby rattan. The night was dark and windy, and Grandpa could only see the severed parts.
The rattan fell down with a rustle, but they didn't notice that the surrounding rattan slowly faded away, seeming to be avoiding the great grandfather. To be precise, it should be avoiding the gold-inlaid black knife in the great grandfather's hand.
Without the harassment of the cane, my great-grandfather quickly fell asleep.
In the dream, my great-grandfather stood outside an ancient village. I saw that the village was built against the mountain, and there were traps of all sizes around it. It was so secretive that I might not be able to find it unless I looked carefully. After leaving the village, it was surrounded by mountains.
Three sides are built with stone walls, leaving only a village gate for access, forming a huge and indestructible fortress.
"Built against the mountain? There is only one entrance. Why?" Great Grandpa muttered in his heart, but he didn't know it was a dream, so he still carefully observed the surroundings.
The sound of horse hooves came from behind. Grandpa turned his head and saw a red rabbit horse coming towards him. However, Grandpa was not knocked away, but the horse passed through his body.
"What the hell? Did I hit a ghost, or are they all ghosts?" My great-grandfather frowned, but he stepped aside. After all, it felt strange to have something pass through him.
The whole team came through the dust and finally stopped at the entrance of the village. At this time, Grandpa Grandpa could see clearly, but those people seemed to be unaware of Grandpa Grandpa's existence and were doing their own things. At the head of the whole team was the Golden Helmet General.
, holding a cold light spear in his hand, and a red rabbit on his crotch.
The fierce horses are so majestic. After the golden-helmeted general, there are soldiers with silver helmets and black horses on their crotches. The strange thing is that the horse's eyes seem to have a strange light. The whole cavalry is majestic and gives people a sense of majesty.
Unspeakable depression, it seems that wherever it goes there will be no grass.
After the cavalry, there was a mighty guard of honor. Among them was a large flag with an ancient Chinese character embroidered on it. Grandpa Grandpa really couldn't recognize what it was. After the guard of honor, there was a carriage. The carriage was half as long.
Room size, by
Pulled by nine tall white horses, the manes of each white horse are actually golden. This is a golden-maned lion, born in the mountains of 100,000 mountains. It comes on the wind and never does anything for others. Why are these nine horses now?
The golden-maned lion Suan actually pulled the carriage obediently.
Grandpa was even more curious about who was sitting in the carriage and who was so impressive.
The carriage, which is half the size of a room, has four wheels inlaid with gold and jade, and the axles are made of dark metal. Even the wheels are so luxurious, not to mention the body. Grandpa originally thought that the body should be made of precious wood such as mahogany.
It is made, but if you look closely, you can see that the wood is actually a black hardwood, and you can't tell what it is. The black wood is inlaid with strands of gold wire, and a large number of gold wires form a huge pattern, which makes people say something after looking at it.
The peace that never comes out.
Why is that pattern so familiar? Grandpa suddenly remembered that this pattern is the pattern on the scabbard of a gold-inlaid black sword? What is the relationship between this gold-inlaid black sword and this carriage? It should be more precise that it is related to the owner of this carriage.
What's the connection?
At this time, Grandpa Grandpa had no intention of looking at the gorgeous carriage anymore. He walked around in front of the golden-maned lion Suan and was stunned. There was only a throne made of ice jade placed in the carriage, and there was a beautiful man on it. Grandpa Grandpa almost thought that
It's a woman.
Three thousand green hairs are randomly scattered on the shoulders, and the white clothes tell endless laziness. The peach blossoms under the willow leaves are slightly closed, the face is like cold jade, and the lips are as if they are applied with lipstick, looking forward to amorous feelings. There is a natural charm. Between the eyebrows
There are thousands of emotions hidden in him, which Xi Dui can see with his own eyes. There is a graceful grace in his movements. If this man were a woman, he would definitely bring chaos to the world.
After just one glance, the great-grandpa never dared to look at that person again, because the great-grandpa began to doubt his own orientation.
"Grandma, that's really evil. I like girls, I like girls." Grandpa rolled his eyes and quickly ducked behind the carriage, his heart beating hard.
Behind the carriage were countless soldiers, holding all kinds of weapons and looking nothing good. But there seemed to be something mixed among the soldiers. Grandpa thought to himself that no one could see me anyway, so he just walked over to take a look.
Being so close, my great-grandfather could see the clues, and he almost wet his pants. Among the soldiers were four men in black, all wrapped in black clothes, and they didn't even have tools in their hands. Great-grandpa felt this in his heart.
The men in black were more terrifying than those soldiers and cavalry, so I wanted to see what happened.
When I stepped forward, I saw that this was not a human being. It was clearly a mummy. There was no moisture on the face, and the purple-black skin was close to the skull. What was even weirder was that each man in black had a layer of skin peeled off from his right face.
, engraved with a strange pattern. That pattern is the pattern on the carriage and on the black knife inlaid with gold.
All these things, Grandpa Tai couldn't help but think about it, and soon connected it with the secret from the man's mouth. The king disappeared at the height of his power, taking away a large number of soldiers and horses, and the people of the Long family were infected with the immortality poison and died.
Bu Zheng became the king's secret soldier. These things are consistent one by one. Could it be that this man is the king in the man's mouth? But why did he see these things?
"Sir, the stockade has been built. Do you deserve the benefits you promised?" A flattering voice interrupted Grandpa Grandpa's thoughts. He thought it should be the craftsman who built the stockade.
"Built according to the mountain, leaving only one road, is it built according to this?" The person who spoke was not the handsome man in the carriage, but the golden-helmeted general at the head.
"Yes, more than a thousand of us worked hard all night, and finally completed it before your request." The foreman smiled, thinking about where to go to drink wine after receiving the reward.
"More than a thousand people are in this village?" General Jin Helm asked without mentioning the reward.
"Yes, yes, they are all here, waiting for rewards from adults."
"King, everything is fine." General Golden Helmet stopped talking to the foreman and turned his horse around to reply.
King? Is he really that person? Let’s see what happens first. Grandpa Grandpa was very curious about why the king gave up the throne back then. When he came here, his mind was entirely focused on the conversation between these few people.
"Very good, reward." A lazy voice came from the carriage.
"Thank you, king, for the reward." The foreman was obviously a clever man. Hearing the golden helmeted general calling the man in the carriage a king, he immediately changed his tune.
"Kneel down." There was clear disgust in the Golden Helmet General's voice, as if talking to such a philistine was humiliating himself.
"Hey, you have to kneel down." The foreman was so excited that he couldn't suppress his emotions, and his voice was trembling.
"Hmph." General Jin Helm raised the corner of his mouth, a cold light flashed in his hand, and the foreman's head fell off.
"Leave no one behind." Wang touched the tip of his nose with his finger and said with a smile. He looked like he was waiting to watch a good show.
All of a sudden, the village was stained with blood, and the sky was filled with howls.
The cavalry was very efficient, but within a quarter of an hour more than a thousand heads had already piled up into a hill.
"You pack up these things and bury them outside the stronghold." After giving the order, General Jin Helm rode the red rabbit horse into the stronghold without looking back. The king's carriage also followed slowly in, and the music of the honor guard sounded slowly.
A funeral song came with the red color all over the ground.
"This king has such strong taste, why are you playing funeral music? Is he trying to save these thousands of migrant workers? Then why are you killing them?" Grandpa grumbled and followed in, thinking that you can't see me anyway. (To be continued.)