Chapter 579

Strictly and straightforwardly marching in the direction of the original war. % し

The two are only a hundred meters apart, and his lover, a living lover is in front!

Fast! He wants to be faster!

Strictly ran up, he seems to have forgotten that he has special abilities, just running like a normal person.

A ladder appeared on the mound, and the three steps and two steps stepped up the ladder, and ran to the original battle, and stopped.

One bowed, one looked up, and the two separated by only one step.

"Mer?" The original war just wanted to ask him what happened.

Suddenly, I suddenly hugged him in the first step!

Blackwater has not yet gone to win the stone and the soldiers: ... the gods are on, why are our priests so enthusiastic? Oh, Mom, my face is red!

Blackwater won the stone and coughed and slowed down. The matter of setting up a slave is naturally responsible, and he can do so as long as he orders, and he does not have to leave so urgently.

The slaves also sneaked into the other side, and Wuyuan’s body was not in the car.

Surprisingly, the soldiers of Jiuyuan saw him holding a body and no one asked him, and no one asked him to let go of the body. - One of the rules of the Nine, do not give up any nine atomic people, even if he becomes a corpse, he must take him home!

At this time, the slaves and the soldiers have all been forgotten. He has only one person in his eyes and can only feel this person.

The original war was shocked by the sudden happiness, although it was a bit unclear, but he reached out and grabbed his priest.

No one knows how unspeakable secrets of the big man who is calm and calm at the moment, his silence is rarely outside, especially when such feelings are rarely exposed in the presence of others.

Severely and deeply breathed, familiar body temperature, familiar arms, familiar taste, everything is so vivid.

He almost thought he could never feel it all.

That long, can only live in the pain of memories who knows who!

If it weren't for his conviction that he could see this person again and see the children again, if he had not been waiting for some uncertain impossibility, he would have collapsed.

The illusion is too real, true to him that he thought he had lived again.

From the illusion/out, he looked for an opportunity to take out the pouch in the space and watch it. The sleeping doll is still safe.

This round came to determine the existence of this person.

Slightly leaning his ear against his heart, listening to his heart powerfully agitated: "Hey! Hey!"

Living, warm, real existence.

Once upon a time, this primitive savage that made him hate turned out to be as important as his children, even...

Strictly speaking, he always thought that he liked this person. He certainly did not like this person. He always thought that he had the initiative and stood on the controller side. He wanted to give up this person and he could give up at any time.

But the facts tell him that it is just a fantasy, and he has completely broken his self-righteousness.

He can't even let go of people in the illusion, let alone the real person.

The child is a continuation of the blood, but this person is the person who accompanied him for the rest of his life. The child is his flesh and blood, but this person has already blended with his soul.

When he saw that the man had collapsed in front of the house in the cold, and he had completely lost his breath, his body was stiff, his mind was empty, he couldn’t think of anything, and nothing could be said.

The next day he buried the man, he woke up from the empty haystack. When he realized that he could only live alone, he sat there and began to think seriously about the various methods of suicide.

When he killed the slave and went to the lake to pay homage to the man's bones - he did not even dare to erect the tombstone, only to remember the land. How many times did he watch the cold lake want to jump?

When he is alone and dying, while cursing that he is incapable of destroying the horned man, how many times he hopes to see himself seeing someone who has already died in another world?

"It's good to see you."

Tears, unstoppable from the eyelids!

I don't want to cry, but he can't help it.

The original battle was stunned. He is not afraid of cold, even if he is wearing a leather jacket, his chest is open, and he wears a layer of clothing inside, so that he can clearly feel the hot tears wet his clothes.

Strictly tighten the arm a little, the fingers cling to the single coat behind the original battle, and really feel their lover, obviously they actually separated for a few hours, but it seems that he has been separated from him for a long time. Life.

In that illusion, he has been insisting on the uncertainty of memories and faintness to see the lover and son again.

People say that loneliness, a hundred years of growth, is the most vicious curse, but if you have been short-lived and then lost all of you, you can only slowly come to life with a short memory and endless pain, and that is not as good as one. Don't own it at the beginning.

The original battle is going crazy!

His silence actually cried? He is strong, strong, selfish, indifferent, a little bit awkward, and a little bad-hearted priest adult is actually crying? !

Who made his silence so sad? He wants to kill him! Smashed him! Shredded him!

Forced to calm down the original battle, the big hand caressed the back of the brain, and asked: "Tell me what happened?"

He slowly raised his head and separated slightly from the original battle. He looked at the man's face greedily, raised his hand and stroked his chin, hot, alive, and real.

Blackwater wins a stone with a big mouth. The two people couldn’t read it anymore. They were so embarrassed that they were embarrassed to stare at them again. They always felt that the two had already arrived in another isolated world.

Fortunately, the soldiers and the slaves have already gone the same, otherwise they will see the two bosses' emotions (meat). Hey, maybe a winter is over, will Jiuyuan's matching rate increase several layers?

The original battle... The original battle has been blissful and I don’t know how to be good. This kind of treatment is not good after his dedication!

The thick attachments, joys, loves and thoughts that his priests have uploaded are already drowning him!

Ask for drowning! No one will come to save me, I am going to drown in this life!

"Mom, what happened?" The intoxicated man did not forget to care about the strangeness of his partner.

"The ancestors punish me for a illusion." Yan Mo also has no intention of concealing, he urgently needs to talk to his lover.

"Fantasy?"

I wiped my tears with tears, but I lost my face when I shed tears, but it’s really a lot of venting. "In the illusion, you and I have become ordinary people. We don’t have the slightest ability to sacred blood. We were also taken to be slaves by the bones. The original warriors became their slaves, and we were trapped in slave camps as slaves."

There is no detailed narrative, only some important experiences are mentioned, and he is not even willing to recall those processes in detail.

But I heard that the two children were killed. He was killed by suicide by cutting off his limbs. In the end, he was left alone and struggled in the slave camp. The heart of the original war broke quickly.

"Why did the ancestors let you experience such a illusion?" The original battle could not wait for him to be in the illusion. If he was there, he would not let his silent person bear those, and it would not be so useless!

The stern mood is still not calm, with a bit of hate: "Probably because he wants me to feel the feeling of being a weak person."

The original gaze swept past the slaves who were far away. "So you saved so many slaves back?"

Slightly smile, smile is a bit ugly, he stroked the man's arm and suddenly said: "I now understand why some people would rather die than lose their power position and their ability. It is really sad to be a weak person! You have something in your heart. Endless hate, endless anger, endless grievances, but if you don't have the ability and status to control others' lives and deaths, you can't do anything. You can't retaliate, you can't threaten, you can't let the other party pay any price! You Can only hate in the heart, can only curse incompetently, can only hide and hate with hate and despair, can only look at others' eyes and live."

"... Are you afraid?" The original battle looked at the eyes of the lover.

Suddenly and calmly nodded, "Yes, I am afraid, I am afraid of losing my current ability, losing everything that transcends others, I am afraid to become a weak person, I am afraid... things in the illusion will actually appear."

The original war is not laughing. "My priest, you should believe in yourself more, even if you lose the ability of blood, you still have a hand, you will have acupuncture, you will make poison / medicine, only these two have already let you have self-protection ability. And your medical skills can bring people to your side, you still have the mind, if we really fall into the same situation as in the illusion, we can't kill the horned people, it is not difficult to escape. Oh, Don't forget how you dealt with me at the beginning."

Strictly want to say something, the original battle pinched his ear, and smiled proudly. "If you don't believe in yourself, you should believe me. Don't treat the idiot in the fantasy as real, you think I fall. Is it so stupid in that situation? Even if you and the children can't do it, and even if you really sleep with the slave, then life is the first."

"Hey!" The original battle head slammed a fist.

The original battle laughed and grabbed the harsh hand. "I said really, I don't want others to touch you. I just can't stand it when I think someone else will meet you. But if that situation is really better than me. A person with a high status and a better living condition than I can give you, I will never stop you from approaching each other. I will only save my strength to take you back in the future and kill the person who once touched you."

The original battle was very plain, but it was absolutely known that this person really thought so.

Also, the current people have any concept of chastity, the original war does not want others to touch him, but it is monopolized and has nothing to do with chastity. If he really finds a couple of men and women to sleep, the original battle may be so angry that they will kill those people, but they will never feel that his body is contaminated. He does not have this concept.

"If the other party deliberately kills you in order to get me? Or they simply want to humiliate us and kill us. If you lose your ability to blood, you can beat someone and play a lot. Are people besieging? Not to mention the blood soldiers!"

"Mom, you have a sharp horn." The original battle was helpless, and the **** illusion was too odious, affecting the normal judgment of his priest.

"Well, even if we lose everything, only the power of ordinary people, but ordinary people also have ordinary people to live a life. In the former tribes, there were many soldiers killed by their own slaves. This is in other All the tribes have happened. Those slaves are almost ordinary people, but the soldiers who have been killed have many ability to have blood. Besides, I have always believed in what you said, 'There is no greenery, no firewood.' If necessary, in order to save lives, for you, for the children, the warrior and the dignity of the males, even those slaves let me kneel for mercy, even if I let him be a mount every day..."

"Don't say it!" He couldn't listen to it. He couldn't stand it and couldn't imagine the original battle to do these things for him, and he didn't want him to do it!

The original battle laughed again. He touched his lover's face, took his face, bowed his head and screamed at his nose. He said, "My silence, my life. Do you think it is hard to imagine? But you still I remember that when I was injured in the original tribe because of the right leg, I was absolutely upgraded. What difference did I have with the weak in your mouth? But I did not despair, I was trying to make myself better. I want to have a slave of my own, and then I got to you. And you were so weak at the time, but you can't deal with my master?"

Strictness seems to be a bit confusing. "You are telling me that the wishes of people at every level are different? The weak have the happiness of the weak? And they may become strong."

"That's it." The original war kissed his mouth and bit his ear. He was so happy that he was so soft. It turned out that his silence was so concerned about him, and he cried for him, hehe!

Blackwater won the stone and covered his face, and secretly opened his fingers.

The only remaining fighters around him were blushing and looking over there, one by one excited: our leaders and priests have a very good relationship! The ancestors are on, this is just too good!

Wuyuan did not leave, he looked at the eyes of the two have a faint envy. He also had wives and children, but when he was degraded as a slave, his wife and children did not follow him, but chose his father. He does not blame his wife, one of the women who became a father, it is better than taking a child to live with him, but in the end it is difficult.

In the eyes, there is only the original priest of his own priest: "My priest, waking up from sorrow, your son, apprentice, and me are still alive! The strong also have the troubles of the strong, we Now that it is very powerful, are we not worried about it? On the contrary, we have more enemies and more things we have to consider."

"But I still feel that being a strong person is good." He muttered silently, and he had no temper for the original battle.

The original battle laughed. "Of course, if you can be a strong person, who wouldn't want to do it? If you really think about the weak... Well, actually, I think the rules you have given to Jiuyuan are creating a relatively fair life for the weak. Environment, I seem to understand what the ancestors want to do for you."

I closed my eyes and said, "I thought you should have understood it long ago."

The original battle laughed. "Well, I will support you more seriously. Let us build a tribe for the weak to live in peace and try not to feel unfair."

"Don't have slaves, don't have bullying and abuse, and don't allow you to hurt your children."

"Of course, we are not doing this now."

Shake his head shiveringly. "You don't understand. I used to do it just to facilitate management and have a better living environment for the children. And I think that such a system can make more people willing to rely on Jiuyuan, not... "I really think about the weak.

The original battle took him, let him lean into his arms, calmly but powerfully said: "No need to tangled. No matter what you want to do, I will accompany you. You want to save people, I will accompany you to save. You want Weak people will live a good life, we will build such a force. You want to kill, I will help you kill. You want to pick up the war, I will rush to the forefront. You and the devil, you will kill the devil, I will be the most in your hands Sharp bone knife! Everything has me."

Strictly curled up the lips, the head slightly leaned on the thick shoulder of the little lover, "Baby, have you found out that you are more and more telling love?"

The two looked at each other and laughed together.

Because of the change in the attitude of the standing position, I finally saw other people in the eyes.

Blackwater won the stone and smiled, turned and ran. Several of the soldiers he took also snickered and quickly followed.

Wuyuan did not move.

"Black water head, wait!" Speak silently.

Blackwater wins the stone and thinks: miserable, the price of watching the fun is coming!

But what he said in a stern manner was beyond his expectation: "I am afraid that the head of the Blackwater will be built a little more about the house."

Listening is a business, Blackwater is busy turning around, "How much?"

Strictly jumped from the mound and walked to Wuyuan and asked him: "Do you know how many slaves are there?"

The original battle followed.

Wuyuan replied without hesitation: "In addition to the slave soldiers, there are still about 6,000, but this is the number before the winter. Since the winter, I estimate that there are still about 4,000."

Black water frowns, "How come so much?"

Wuyuan sneered, "A lot of people who have been arrested have been injured. The injured slave will manage it. The fortune-telling who can survive will be able to survive. If you can't live, you can only die. Of course, more people die in the cold and heavy. Labor, the old man and the child die the most. If this sorcerer does not come to save us, in a few days, we still don’t know how much we can live."

Strictly speaking to the Black Waterway: "Then prepare the house according to the number of 4,000 people."

Blackwater was surprised, but he didn't ask much, just nodded. "No problem."

Strictly: "It is best to build it before night."

Blackwater: "..."

The original battle music, "Well, what kind of bear-like, do you think you are a Dona? I will help you, and then I will pass."

Black water spits out an atmosphere. "That's good. There are chiefs who shoot, and the house will be ready before the evening."

"No, you are busy first, and the war will be with me to save people."

The original battle raised an eyebrow.

Wuyuan is overjoyed.

Blackwater blinked. "Are you going to get the slaves of the horned people?"

"And their slaves. Can we be prepared to accept them?" asked quietly.

Blackwater asked: "How much?"

Wuyuan replied: "I know about 30,000."

The original war also nodded. "I have seen them attack several times. The total number of slave soldiers is almost 30,000, and the maximum is no more than 40,000."

I thought of the slaves I bought from Moore, and the thousands of people bought and sold. They didn't even wrinkle their brows. This shows that Moore's military strength is at least ten times. If the horns invade the Moorish soldiers after the Mogans, the remaining two or three thousand people are normal.

Blackwater did not immediately respond to this amount, but was thinking carefully.

Wuyuan looked nervously at the black water, and he could not help but bring a little pleading.

Suddenly sighed in my heart, how proud Wuyuan was, how long it took to enter the slave camp, the confidence and pride of the superiors almost disappeared from him.

Blackwater counts and counts conservatively: "If there are no troublemakers in those people, plus late slaves, a total of 40,000 people, we can't eat it. But if they are not good, It’s hard to control, and once they make a mistake, it’s likely to cause chaos in Jiuyuan.”

Wuyuan struggled to take a step forward. "I can guarantee that the Moore in the slaves will never be confused. I swear by my soul! Although they still listen to my father, they killed the priests in the water." The grown-up, with the horns, lured the water god, my Moore warriors hated him, no one would listen to him. If the sorcerer can save the water gods back to Jiuyuan, then my Moorish people will Swear to be loyal to Jiuyuan forever!"

Heishui heard the words, "How many slaves are there, or how many slaves can you control?"

"About 20,000."

"Enough!" Blackwater is happy. "This will allow Moore's soldiers to help others." Of course, this is in the belief that the Mogan warriors will never have problems.

Yan is not completely convinced of Wuyuan, but he has his plans. Since he dares to export that he wants to bring so many people back, he can guarantee that he will not give these people a chance to make trouble, but now there is Wuyuan, he does not Tell his thoughts to Blackwater.

Blackwater doesn't believe it, but he will be a man, and his face is a bit suspicious of the appearance of Wuyuan.

Thoughtful in the original battle, "Moorish warriors are listening to you now?"

Wuyuan replied respectfully: "I didn't dare to guarantee that all of them would listen to me, but after that person did not stand by the person. This is also the person who is so jealous of me, let the horns put it The most important reason why I am a slave."

"Oh? What was the reason for that?"

Wuyuan has no concealed authenticity: "I tried to release the water **** adult and was discovered by the man. And the blasphemy was because the angry drowning adult was killed by the man, rebelled against the man, and was handed over to the horned man by that person. ""

Blackwater sympathetically looked at Wuyuan. "Your father is really embarrassing."

"We are not a good thing. At most, it is more human than him." Wuyuan said frankly.

Black water patted him. "What is the human nature, is this your brother?"

"Yeah." Wuyuan was very tired, but he still did not put down his corpse.

The timid eyes fell on the corpse, and asked bluntly: "He is already dead, why should he carry him?"

Heyuan coveted, "I just don't want his body to be left there as a material, or to be fed to the beast. He... Anyway, my brother, I want to put his body on the upper reaches of the river. ”

Moore did not bury the body, they respected the water source, and they were put into the living water after death, in order to ask the **** of water to bless their souls and send the soul of the deceased to the mother **** by the power of the water god.

The ability to put a person's body into the source or upstream of a river is a very grand funeral in Moore. Unequal people such as chieftains and priests cannot enjoy it.

"If I said... I have a way to bring the cockroach back to life, do you want him to come over?" If it was before, there would be no great advantage in the sternness, and it would never waste a returning soul that was refined with his body and flesh. . But he is still in the illusion of the aftermath of the illusion, in plain words, it is the softest time.

The black water looked at the silence and did not hide it.

The original war frowned at disapproval.

Wuyuan was even more shocked, but he shook his head after thinking again and again. "I think, let a dead person rise again. You must pay a great price for it. I can't afford it, and I am... seriously. Well, the relationship is not good. Since he said that he will be a good brother to me in the afterlife, then he will wait for the afterlife."

Wuyuan is very calm. He knows too well. He is also a man who is dead and good. It really makes him live. Maybe he will endure each other for a while, but after a long time, everything will be restored to the original, even worse, their Characters, opinions, etc., doomed them to be a pair of brothers who love each other.

When he was dying, he said something good. He took the person out of Moore and put him at the source of the river with the highest funeral equivalent to the status of the chieftain. He also repaid this oral goodwill.

Of course, the sternness will not be forced. Just now he was only a soft heart, and he really saved his life. There will be more troubles in the follow-up.

When things happen, people who come to die will come to him. How much can he return to the soul?

Even if he said that he had only two in total, or that it was difficult to refine, he would only get one in ten years. However, once the important person in the nine-year limit period had an accident, or someone who could not refuse to ask for help, he could see him. ?

As long as he violates his own statement, others will no longer believe what he said is difficult to refine. When he came to the door, he couldn't give it. If he gave himself and Jiuyuan a bad thing, it would be better to look at the fate and only deal with some special objects.

In this way, if the nine important figures have an accident, he secretly saves them. Not only is it not easy to make troubles, but he can also gain deeper loyalty from the Jiuyuan people.

Returning to the soul can only exist as a special hidden material, and it must not be made public.

In the original battle, Wuyuan refused the strict proposal, and the idea of ​​killing Wuyuan was eliminated.

When Blackwater looked at the original expression, he immediately made a closed movement, saying that he would never say it.

Strictly seeing, chuckle, "Do you think it is easy to save the dead, it needs a very important sacrifice, you need to dance the sacrifice, and the person who wants to die can not be more than three days, and ** to be complete, even if all The conditions are all fulfilled, can you save the reality and look at the mood of the ancestors."

Blackwater nodded solemnly. "I think so too. This is the realm of God. You can rest assured that you will never say this!"

Wuyuan also quickly swears.

Strictly laughing, "Nothing, I have already cursed you. If you tell me the third person that I can save the dead, you will become a sacrifice to the ancestors."

Blackwater and Wuyuan really believe it! Whoever calls the whole East China as long as the well-informed people know that the most powerful curse is the master of this witchcraft!

Suddenly let Wuyuan first hand over the corpse to Blackwater, saying that he would ask him to return to Moore to help lead the way.

Wuyuan promised that he would not be so, he left to have the meaning of self-recommendation.

The original battle was a bit puzzled. "Why is it so urgent? We can settle these slaves first..."

He was interrupted severely. "It’s too cold. We will save a lot of people one day later. Since we already have this idea, don’t delay it.”

The original battle was distressed, holding the hand of the priest of his own priest. The influence of that illusion on silence seems to be eliminated in a short time.

Suddenly looked up at him and smiled slyly: "Of course, the most important thing is that the horned man absolutely never thought that we had just visited it and returned in a blink of an eye."

The author has something to say: Half of this chapter was written last night. At that time, I couldn't find a place to break. I wanted to write it down, but I could write more than zero.

Later, I saw that I had already passed the zero point, and I thought I would upload it tomorrow. So I got up a little modification in the morning, and then I found a better separation plot. I divided the chapter and uploaded a chapter~