Chapter 87

In the middle of the 17th century, less than 300 years ago, after kardan, the leader of the Mongolian Junggar tribe in Moxi, claimed Khan, he gradually gained strength, occupied the north and south of Tianshan Mountain, and attacked Mobei and Monan Mongols. Emperor Kangxi ordered to send troops to fight against the rebellion, and won three battles.

Behind the war is the need for countless strong men to fight on the battlefield. Therefore, government recruitment notices are posted on every street.

Deep in the night, deep in the dark lane.

A couple of handsome men and beautiful women are reluctant to say goodbye. The man is a dignified eight hundred noble childe with yellow flag. The woman's face is gorgeous. In such a world, she can only be an ordinary woman.

"Yan'er, my Alma said that as long as I can win the battle against the rebellion in Junggar, he and I will compromise and allow me to marry you."

Yan'er's eyes crossed a trace of struggle, "ah Kun, I never care about fame, war is a very cruel thing..." For hundreds of millions of years, she has seen more intense scenes, so she is particularly aware of the cruelty of war.

He stretched out his slender white fingers and gently pressed them on the soft lips of his eyes. "I just asked you, would you like to wait for me?"

Yan'er's eyes are full of water light, and finally he lightly points his head.

His face moved, and the bottom of his heart rippled. He bowed his head to kiss her soft lip, which was as sweet and delicious as he imagined. This kiss was unable to extricate himself, and he preferred to be deeply involved in it.

She turned passive into active and put her arms around his neck in an attempt to get closer to him.

He slightly panted, reluctantly left her lips, "Yan'er, wait for me."

"Well, I'll wait for you. I can take nothing, but you have to come back safely." Waving goodbye to him, facing the moonlight, he looked back, showing a smile more brilliant than the sun, as if the Nine Yang fire in his body flowed to the warmth of the four limbs.

As they first met, she recognized that he was the knight who saved her thousands of years ago. In order to repay her kindness, she chose to stay.

He walked backwards like a child, just to see more of his beloved woman. He was afraid that once he looked back, he would not know when to meet next time.

He didn't pay attention to the stone under his feet. He tripped and almost fell down. Zhu Yan almost used magic. Fortunately, he had some martial arts skills and tried his best to stabilize his body. Looking at her pretty little face, scared pale, he is like a naughty child, rushed back, holding her stunned face, is a kiss.

Zhu Yan beat his shoulder with lingering fear, and said, "Why are you so unruly? You must take good care of yourself when you leave home in the future."

"Yan'er, your face is red." His voice was low and his eyes flashed with passion.

He took a few deep breaths and kissed her on the forehead again. "Wait for me, we were in the bridal chamber at that time, but not now." In the end, he was wronged in every way.

Realizing what he said, Zhu Yan chuckled. She had lived for hundreds of millions of years, but she was amused by his straightforward words. "You go back early. Don't let your mother worry. I'm not going anywhere. I'm just waiting for you to come back while embroidering my wedding dress."

After hearing her promise, ah Kun was overjoyed. Fang fo was so happy all over the world that even his walking became jumping.

Such childishness made her smile.

Zhu Yan didn't know that it was farewell.

If she had known, she would have held his hand and would not let him leave or go to war.

After all, she is a bit greedy, longing for human immortality, so God will punish her for the loss of love.

Four months later, she saw Ah Kun's soul.

No matter how far away he is, she is the one he can't let go.

Stepping on the moonlight, under the detention of ghost, he finally came to her.

Looking at her embroidered red wedding dress from a distance, a touch of despair and heartache flashed over his face. He said in his heart: sorry, Yan'er, I'm afraid I'll break my promise.

Zhu Yan put Buddha is like induction, raised a pair of beautiful enchanting water eyes, straight to he Kun. When the two ghosts with their eyes wandering around him, they couldn't help crying with their mouths covered.

Ghost difference toward Zhu Yan respectfully bow, "Zhuque God."

Zhu Yan cried and shook her head. She couldn't believe everything she saw. He died. He died. How could he die?

No, she cried bitterly.

Ah Kun is still guessing her identity, but he doesn't want to be broken by her wailing voice. He just hears the two ghost messengers beside him anxiously say, "rosefinch, don't be sad. The new soul can't stand the pain of your emotional fluctuation."

Xu is, she understood this words, Zhu Yan held the face sobbing to cry.

Her tears make ah Kun feel uncomfortable. Although I don't know what her identity is, in his eyes, she is always her own face.He stretched out his hand in an attempt to embrace the only love in his life, but he was afraid that he would pass through other people's bodies as before, and then catch nothing. He didn't want to experience this feeling of loneliness and helplessness in Yan'er, which would make him despair and resent the world.

As if Zhu Yan understood his worries, she jumped into his arms the next second and knocked him into a solid knot. The feeling of embracing the whole world made ah Kun laugh and make a sound. He gently touched her soft hair again. She hid in his arms and cried bitterly, "ah Kun, you said you would come back to marry me. My wedding dress is almost finished, How can you cheat me? Do you know how hard I've been waiting for you? "

Ah Kun frowned, why people die, the heart will still be so painful.

Holding the woman in her arms tightly, when she spoke again, her voice was hoarse. "Sorry, Yan'er, I can't seem to come back..."

Zhu Yan tried her best to control the leakage of her grief. She wanted to touch his face, but she found that it was extremely cold. She took a deep breath and said, "you are a liar. You lied to me. You lied to me. I don't want you to die. I want you to live..." Why does god treat her like this?

Ah Kun is uncomfortable, "Yan'er, don't cry. I'm flustered when you cry."

Outside the door, a trace of dignity flashed over the fifth cool and beautiful face. He made a look at the two ghost messengers and motioned them to take them away.

The ghost messenger went through the wall. Although he didn't have the heart to break them up, Fucha Kun's life was over. He had to go back to the underground to report. If it wasn't for the fifth Heavenly Master's intercession, they wouldn't have brought him here. "Rosefinch God, it's time to enrich the universe. Please come to our convenience."

Zhu Yan grasped ah Kun, "no, none of you can take him away!"