Chapter 3

"Jie Jie, don't be afraid, I'll eat you later..."

Tuoba yuan took off his armor, hehe laughed and put his hand in the past.

"Sister!"

Xu is just that sentence too loud, a little girl hobbled out, small body tightly protect the girl.

"Yaya, how did you come out? Go back, go back

The girl was about to cry, shouting.

The little girl, who has always been obedient, is very stubborn this time. No matter how she pushes, she always stands in front of her and says timidly,

"uncle, eat... Eat Ya Ya, don't eat sister...

" ha ha ha! "

Tuoba yuan laughed more wildly, shook his head and said, "no, Uncle...

" eat both! "

His expression was rather ferocious, and there was no pity in his words, just as if there were only animals standing in front of him.

"No, don't eat my sister..."

Yaya tooted her mouth, her face was full of stubbornness, and she opened her hand to stop the ogre in front of her...

the ogre.

"You go back!"

The girl finally got angry and pushed Yaya back.

The little girl fell heavily on the ground, ignoring her bruised hands. Her big eyes were full of grievances. She wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. She murmured in a low voice:

"sister... Sister...

" Yaya! "

The girl lost her eyes and cried.

She hated, hated the dark world, hated her own incompetence, even her sister couldn't protect her!

This girl...

is too small!

"Sister, don't cry... Yaya... Yaya is obedient..."

Yaya raises her bleeding hand, wipes the tears from the corner of her eyes for the girl, and nestles in her arms.

"Haha, it's really touching!"

Tuoba yuan seems to have no intention of giving up, sneer repeatedly, slowly pacing past, many Turks are playing a coax.

Against the backdrop of the bonfire, the faces of these "people" are so terrible!

"Beast! Laozi, your ancestors in eight generations

"Let them go! They are all innocent... "

" heaven, open your eyes! "

Some of the officers and soldiers saw this sad scene, but they shed blood and tears, yelled and whispered as much as they could...

sobbed.

They are heartbroken, but helpless!

The remaining forty or fifty women were huddled in the night, when only darkness could give them a little warmth.

"Jie Jie..."

the Turkic barbarian gave a cruel smile, as if he thought of something funny. He raised his foot and wanted to step on the sisters.

This foot...

even if you don't die, you will be seriously injured!

"Sister..."

Yaya is just a little girl after all. How ever she saw such a cruel scene? Her big eyes are full of fear and her little body is shivering.

"Turk dog!"

"Stop it

Yang Duwei and others are furious, canthus want to crack, straight want to break free from the shackles, and these Turkic dogs kill a happy!

"Whoosh!"

At this time, a light sound pierced the sky, broke the silence of the night, castration amazing!

"Well..."

in the eyes of everyone, a black arrow pierced Tuoba yuan's throat.

The end of the arrow is a silver feather!

"Silver plume arrow? How... How is it possible? "

With sharp eyes, Yang Duwei recognized the origin of the arrow and was shocked.

As we all know, the eagle feather arrow made of gold feather is the best among the arrows, but there is a rarer silver one!

Silver plume arrow...

according to historical records, only one team has ever used it!

The number of them is only 3000, but they are known as "the patron saint of Youzhou". Even if they disappear for three or four hundred years, they are still the pride of the Han family.

Just like the eighteen riders of Yanyun who have been far away from Mobei and still don't know their whereabouts!

"Dong!"

Tuoba yuan fell in a pool of blood, and the old man with open eyes couldn't believe that he died like this.

"Yaya, don't look!"

"Oh..."

the little girl is in her sister's arms.

"Dada dada ~"

the horse's hooves tread lightly!

Except for the little girl, all the others looked at the sound source. In the dim moonlight, a group of people and horses were approaching quickly, just like...

ghosts!

One by one, all in silver armour and white robes, riding on white horses, holding spears, carrying big bows, and wearing a mask full of cold light."Where righteousness comes, life and death go hand in hand; heaven can learn from it, and white horse can prove it..."

Yang Duwei murmured in tears.

"White horse as proof!"

At the same time, he burst out with anger. He looked like he was crazy and looked up at the sky laughing:

"oath... You did not forget your oath! At the time of crisis in Youzhou, I really...

"I'm really back!"

"Brothers, do you see that? I... I didn't lie to you! The spirit of Baima Yicong has been guarding Youzhou all the time

"Can you...

" open your eyes again and have a good look? "

The voice was full of choking color, which made people feel sou