Chapter 30 Section VIII

Suma held up a lamp, which slightly illuminated the tent. The tent was open, the quilt on the bed was spread out, and the white snow fox fur that Asule carried was pressed on it, but there was no one there.She looked around and walked lightly to the back of the bed.The darkness between the bed and the tent was illuminated by the lamp, and the child in the corner raised his arm to block the light, narrowing his eyes slightly to look at Suma. The two faced each other quietly.After a long time, Asule lowered his head again, hugged his legs, and rested his chin on his knees.Suma stretched out her hand, tugged at his sleeve, put her hand on her cheek and made a sleeping gesture, saying that it was time to fall asleep.Asule didn't answer, Suma tugged at his sleeve, refusing to let go.

She changed into a gold-stamped red dress, her hair was coiled, and her slender neck lined with a snow-white collar, she was as bright as her older sister. "Sorry……" Suma thought she had heard wrong. Asule turned his face slowly, he stared into Suma's eyes, and gently reached out to touch her face: "I'm sorry..." Suma froze for a moment, then shook her head slightly.She wanted to laugh, but couldn't, so she pinched her face and put on a funny smile. "Suma... I'm sorry..." Tears rolled down the child's face suddenly, he trembled like a fallen leaf, and suddenly he became so weak that broken sadness streamed from his eyes.

Suma stared blankly at him, slowly opened her arms to hold his head in her arms, and put her face sideways on the top of his head. "I'm a waste," Asule said in a low voice, "I can't even protect you." Suma stroked his back lightly, a slight sadness and a trace of sweetness welled up in her heart.The master suddenly became the six-year-old child when he first arrived at Zhenyanbu. He ran on the grass, fell down, and burst into tears. Suma held his head in her arms and fed him. A piece of crisp candy, kissed his face, told him not to cry.At that time, the wind seemed to be blowing softly around me again. At that time, my father was riding on a tall red horse, and my sister's singing was loud and clear.

Suma lowered her head and pressed against his face. This child's body is always cooler than the average person's, but now Suma can feel the warmth on his skin. She sticks it tightly, fearing that the heat will dissipate quietly. up.The whole world is cold, only the child in her arms makes her feel at ease. After a while, Suma stretched out her hand and gently drew in the palm of Asule. Suma knows how to write. She used to write when she talked with Asule, but after arriving in Qingyang Department, Suma never wrote a single word in his palm.After finishing writing, Suma raised the lamp and walked out of the tent silently.Asule looked at his palm and clenched his fist tightly.He looked at Suma's back, and tears suddenly fell.

"Suma, have you met my grandma?" Asule wiped away tears. Suma shook her head.The two Da-Yan clans in Qingyang both passed away early, and there are four remaining Zan-Yan clans. Among them, only Asule's mother has given birth to a child, so she is considered to be the mistress of the Golden Tent.But Suma is a pariah, and she doesn't even have the chance to step into the golden tent. "Follow me to see Grandma?" Asule stood up. Suma froze for a moment, then nodded.Asule came up and blew lightly, and the light went out. In the darkness, Suma felt that her hand was being held, and Asule's palm was cold.

Golden Tent Palace. Huma withdrew from the tent holding half a basin of charcoal.The strong wind blows the white tails on the top of the tent, hunting.The side Yan family are distinguished by color, and the white tent is the tent of Lousu of the Yan family in the north of Shuo.Huma is already very old, and has been promoted from a small servant girl to a female officer in charge in the golden tent. "It's windy at night," Huma turned her head and told the maid in the outer tent, "Don't sleep too hard, don't let the wind leak in, Mrs. Yan's health is not good, and I want you to look good when you get cold!"

Her voice was cold and stern, but she looked at those trembling little slave girls with pity.The Maharaja has countless women, and they all want to have a child to rely on.However, the Maharaja doesn't like to be close to women. Three women have given birth to boys, but none of them have good results. "Fate!" Huma lowered the curtain, "There is no life to enjoy life." A small figure suddenly flashed out from the side of the tent, Huma was so startled that she almost threw the charcoal basin away, the figure had already come up and grabbed her hand. "Nurse, nurse, it's me. I'm Asule." Huma heard a familiar voice.She lowered her head and saw Asule's face clearly.

Huma froze for a moment, looked around vigilantly, hurriedly wrapped his head in his arms, retreated to the side of the tent, saw that his face was covered with dirt, how long he had been hiding in the wind, and hurriedly took his sleeves to him. He wiped: "My lord, why are you here again?" "Nurse," Asule said softly, "I want to see Grandma," "Without the Maharaja's order, this is not the place for you!" Huma reproached and shook off his hand. Asule's hand was shaken off, but he refused to leave, and stood silently with his head bowed. Huma sighed: "Your Majesty, you are already an older child. If you haven't been summoned, you can no longer enter the inner tent. The majesty is still summoning people late at night today. There are many people, and people will find out. You were arrested. Stop, at most one punishment, those of us who are slaves will be sad."

Asule still didn't leave.There were footsteps outside, it was the patrolling guards passing by, Huma was frightened, hardened his heart, and yelled in a low voice: "No! You are already grown up! If you don't leave, I will call someone!" The little hand that held her trembled.Slowly, Huma felt that little hand let go, and the child turned around silently, bowed his head and walked away.Huma's hand was still stretched out there, the wind was blowing on the fingertips, no one was holding it, so cold.A heartache surged up suddenly. "Okay, okay!" She went up and hugged Asule, "Ancestor, you can't always play childish temper, this is a terrible thing!"

Huma held his face in his hands, and saw a faint round of clearness rolling down the eye sockets. "Thank you nanny." Asule waved to the darkness, "Suma, come out too." Suma sneaked out from the corner lightly, stood beside Asule, with her head bowed.Huma also secretly marveled at the delicate and delicate skin like goat's milk and the big black and quiet eyes.Suma noticed Huma's eyes and lowered her head even lower. "The little woman in your tent?" Huma pinched Asule's face, "When I grow up, I will know how to bring women to see my mother."

Suma's face flushed slightly, and Asule frantically waved his hands in Huma's arms. "Why are you blushing?" Huma gently touched his hand, "If you really grow up and find a woman, your mother will really feel relieved." She pulled Asule: "Hush down, come with me." Huma dismissed the two little female slaves who were on duty in the outer tent, and opened the curtain by a line. Asule dragged Suma in quietly.Huma put her finger on her lips: "I can't play childish temper this time, I can only stay here and watch. If I make any noise, I will be punished." Asule nodded solemnly. Only then did Huma lift the curtain of the inner tent, and said in a low voice, "It's been fine these days, it's very quiet, and I slept soundly." Suma looked at Asule, the child quietly looked inside, and suddenly grew up. Under the only light in the inner tent, a young and graceful woman sat quietly on the mink blanket.Suma had never seen such a quiet and kind woman. She was holding a swaddling baby in her arms, rocking it gently, with a faint smile on her lips.Suma's mother is a beauty known as the "Heavenly Maiden" on the grassland, but she is brave and resolute, not as gentle as the mother under the lamp.An unknown incense was burning in the inner tent, it was slightly sweet and made people want to sleep quietly. "Asule." The woman called softly. Suma was taken aback, all of them held their breath, and Zian Yan didn't even look back, but she still found out. But Asule didn't react at all, and Huma wasn't surprised, everything was still quiet, the woman lowered her head and kissed the swaddling baby in her arms.Suma saw that there was no child in the swaddle at all, but a cotton doll with a pair of monotonous and dark eyes painted on it. "She doesn't know we're here, she's talking to that doll." Asule said softly, "That's my grandma... she went crazy the first day she gave birth to me, she knew my name, but She never recognized me. She hugged the doll and thought it was me. When I grew up, she couldn't recognize me and thought I was a child." "Crazy..." Suma's heart trembled. "Grandma's body is also fragrant, just like you. When she was young, people in Shuobei called her the musk girl." Asule lowered his head, and Huma gently patted his head. The woman in the tent hummed softly, it was a nursery rhyme, and the mother sang it to lull the child to sleep.But listening to it in this silent night, it is far away and empty, and it is indescribably lonely and desolate. Asule left the tent without looking back.Huma looked at his back and shook his head slightly: "Your master is a good boy, but we barbarians don't value this." Suma looked at his back and wanted to follow him, but Huma held his hand. "Son, follow your master well." Huma gently touched Suma's hand, "You are born well, you look like a nobleman. This hand is really soft. I have never seen a beautiful woman like you on the grassland. I believe As Huma said, Huma knows how to read faces, and when Huma sees you, she knows that ordinary people cannot marry you. You must marry the master on the grassland." Suma raised her head to look at her in surprise, but Huma walked into the tent with her back bent.The curtains of the tent were closed, and the voice of Yan's singing was faintly heard. Late at night, the area around the Golden Tent Palace also became quiet. The curtain was lifted, and the guard warrior walked briskly to the sitting bed and knelt down: "My lord, the generals are still waiting outside the tent." The majesty rested with his forehead on his back and didn't open his eyes: "They have been arguing all day, but they just didn't start fighting. Isn't that enough? You let them go back, and we can discuss tomorrow if there is anything to do." "I have already said that the generals also said that they did not want to disturb the Majesty's rest, so they pushed General Bach, saying that they would definitely like to see the Majesty and have a few words with the Majesty." "Bach?" The Maharaja sighed, "You let him in." Bach's clanking iron armor sounded from afar, his skinny face was expressionless, and he came in and knelt down to salute. "It's late at night, and you have been arguing with the Great Khans for a whole day. You want Baobi Mogan to go. The Great Khans say that Bimogan is the most suitable person as the eldest brother. The eldest son's shack and the third son's shack, In the past, you were still fighting in secret, but now that Donglu is involved, Mingli dares to jump out!" The majesty took the case lightly, "I heard that in Donglu, this is called forming a party, and it is a capital crime. Bach, are you not afraid that I will kill you?" "Bach doesn't want to die." Bach replied unhurriedly. The majesty sneered: "You don't want to die, and you are not afraid of me. I know that your brother is a general in the Ayhan family. Muli has been with me all his life since he was a slave, and my younger brother Erlu is also a young man. Yang's pillar. You support Bi Mogan, I can't kill any of them, and over there, those who support Xu Dahan are my three older brothers. Bach, what do you think I should do?" "Bach thought it was the Maharaja's fault!" "Hehe," the majesty laughed twice, "So I was wrong, but I was wrong?" "Bach didn't study much, but I heard that Dong Lu was the eldest son who came to the throne." "Yes, the emperor of the Eastern Continent usually passes the throne to the eldest son, and the other sons are named princes who have support but no land. Are you trying to persuade me to Libi Mogan?" "It doesn't matter if it's better than Mogan, but the majesty knows that Asule's health is not good, and how long he can live is hard to say, but he never abolished Asule. Can the nobles feel at ease?" Bach He raised his head and looked straight at the majesty, "If we don't have a talented son, can we Qingyang, as the leader of the Kulig Conference, pass on to the next generation? The majesty said that we form a clique, which is considered a death penalty. I don't regret it either!" The Maharaja didn't answer, and looked him directly in the eyes. The silence in the golden tent was palpitating. After a while, Bach shivered slightly and lowered his head.The generals pushed him in, and he had made a lot of determination before he came in, but at this moment, for some reason, he still felt a little guilty. "Bach, what kind of person do you think is the monarch of our grassland?" the Maharaja asked softly. Bach froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer. "Like King Xun, like the ancestor, or like my father?" The maharaja stood up and paced, "Bach, you don't know, including the wooden plow and Erlu outside. The barbarians need someone who has never There have been kings, in fact, what I think in my heart is a person like Bai Yin, the founding emperor of the Eastern Luyin Dynasty. If he can raise the banner in a chaotic era, thousands of people will follow him and think that he What he does is right. He must have the kindness of a goat, so that he can love all people on the grassland; he must have the courage of a lion, so that he will not back down; he must have the anger of a wolf, Only then can he grit his teeth and accomplish a great feat." The majesty sighed softly: "But my sons are not like this. They are eagles that grew up in iron chains, and they can't fly high. The four older ones are all taller than Asule is more suitable to be a maharaja, but they are still far away from being a hero. And if I abolish Asule now and set up a new son, will everything be safe? The spearhead is still aimed at the new one Prince, and then still fighting. Tieyou and Guimu can use swords in front of me. In the future, when I die, they can bring warriors to kill me and kill you. But you don’t understand this, and you have to build this shack with each other. Will this shack of yours be a small tribe in the future? The eldest son’s tribe, and the third son’s tribe.” "I..." Bach stayed there. "Okay, there's no need to say anything," the Maharaja waved his hand, "I'm very tired and need to rest. They pushed you in, what else can you do?" Bach hesitated for a moment: "I discussed it with Ba Bang and the wooden plow, and everyone thinks..." "What do you think?" "Everyone feels that the son's health has been bad, and he used to recuperate in the Zhenyan Department in the south. If it is really just a hostage, the princes of the various families will not be able to fight, then if it is not possible, please protect the eldest prince. Let the son go." Bach's voice dropped. The majesty nodded: "You want Asule to go to Donglu, is it because he is a useless son? He has no cattle, sheep and people, so send him to die, and the rest are my good sons, Can go to battle, can fight, is useful, isn't it?" "Let me tell you, before I die, I don't want to hear someone tell me that Asule is going to be sent to the Eastern Continent." They are all my sons, whoever he chooses is the one! For Qingyang, I can sacrifice everything!" Bach walked to the entrance of the tent and heard the Maharaja's low voice behind: "Get out!" Suma and Asule rode the pony together, and Asule rode in front.He was already about the same height as Suma, but Suma still put him in front of him as before and pulled the reins by herself. Muli's village is a long way from the golden tent, and the pony walks unsteadily.The northern capital city is very large, and there were no houses in it. In the spring grazing season, the herdsmen took tents and horses to go out to graze, leaving an empty city, and the grass was full of traces of tents. There are no traces of people in sight, and only the stars can tell the way. "Grandmother's name is Lemo. I heard from the adults that when Abba first ascended the throne and became a maharajah, the white wolf cavalry from the north of Shuo came to attack us, and they fought all the way to the city of Beidu. Later, your abba and Dadri Khan from the Lanma tribe came to attack us. Wang led his troops to the rescue, and finally repelled Shuobei. The two sisters, Ama and Sister, were given to Papa as the Yan clan, and Ama lived in a white tent. I was born at the age of ten, and the first day she gave birth to me, she went crazy. The adults said it was for me. I am Gu Xuan, and I can suck people’s souls. Ma is my nanny. She told me that I must be braver and smarter than my brothers, so that my mother will also have status. My father has many women, some of whom I can’t name. If I can’t, Ah Mom will be bullied by others. Grandma is already crazy, she has nothing but me. But I can’t, the fourth brother is right, I can’t do anything well, riding a horse, practicing swords, let alone fighting , I'm a waste." Asule said softly. He often talks to Suma like this, although he will never hear Suma's answer. "But..." He shook his head, "I don't want to be a waste either, I really... really worked hard!" The sudden sourness rose from his heart, and he stared blankly at the sky.Suma's hand was warm, reaching out from behind, gently touching his face.The tenderness between his fingers made him stunned for a moment, he turned his head and saw Suma's eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm really useless, that's all I know to say..." He scratched his head. Suma shook her head slightly. "Maybe you are the only one in this world who doesn't think I'm useless..." Asule said softly. Suma still shook her head. She tilted her head and brushed his hair, her fingers gently stroking in his braids.Asule felt his head itch, and after a while, he finally couldn't help laughing.Suma also laughed, still shaking her head silently. It was not until a rainy night many years later, when Asule looked up at the dark night sky on his fiery red horse, and suddenly remembered that night that Suma shook his head silently, that he understood the unspoken, true truth. mean. Suma is not saying that he is or is not a waste, but that when a person becomes the closest person, then whether he is a waste is completely unimportant. No thunder could be heard, and the drizzle fell silently. "Ah! It's raining!" Asule stroked his wet hair, "Let's go back to the tent." The rain became heavier in a blink of an eye, and the big cold raindrops hit the body, which felt a little painful.Asule took off his white fox cloak and shook it on top of Suma and himself. Suma took a pony and wanted to take a shortcut. She turned her head unintentionally, her body froze suddenly. "Suma?" Asule followed her and turned around. His heart was chilled, and he felt extremely ominous. There was someone behind them, and the black-clothed cavalry of the squad quietly followed them immediately.Those tall black war horses were more than two heads taller than Asule's pony, and the white air they exhaled could spray on Asule's face.The silent warriors on horseback seem to be majestic and burly in iron armor and helmets.The sky was completely dark, and there were no stars, only the lamp in Suma's hand was left to illuminate, but their faces could not be illuminated.The raindrops hit their hard armor, splashing water, as if covering them with a shimmer. "Which tent do you belong to?" Asule shouted boldly, "I am the Fifth Prince." The pony was also a little frightened and moved forward quietly. No one answered, those people drove the black horses and approached them, and the black horses became restless and snorted uneasily.The lights were on, and each of them had a cold arc of light in their hands, which was a saber.Asule had never seen this kind of knife before, it was slender and slender, and the curved arc of the knife head made people feel intimidated. "You... who are you?" Asule trembled. Suma didn't even dare to stay for a moment, she threw away the lantern in her hand, and the horse whip hit the pony's head, and the pony spread its hooves and galloped wildly in the rain. The sound of hooves behind him followed like a shadow.The people on the black horses were indeed chasing them up, they were not chasing them tightly, like a predator biting a flock of sheep, slowly chasing the footsteps of their prey, and hadn't really started their lightning-like pounce . The whistling sound was ear-piercing, Asule and Suma suddenly lowered their heads, and something passed over their heads. "Arrows... are arrows! They are shooting us!" Asule realized that it was the chaser who was shooting arrows.The arrow went two feet higher, and it was not intended to kill them, but it was undoubtedly a threat. "Is it Danhu?" Asule asked himself, his mind was in chaos. The chill on his body hasn't subsided even a bit, but it has become more and more intense, as if a cold knife is pressed against his back, and he doesn't know when it will stab in.He couldn't explain clearly, but he intuitively felt that those riding black horses were different from ordinary barbarian warriors. Barbarian warriors were like sabers with serrated blades used by tiger and leopard riders, while these warriors were like the thin knives they used, cold and cold And sharp, with a piercing coldness. The pony took two people with him, and gradually he couldn't run anymore.Those black horses seemed to be approaching slowly, and they didn't light torches, but on such a rainy night where you can't see your fingers, those people seemed to be able to see things. get rid of. Lights suddenly appeared in front of them, and a string of lights seemed to be the torches of the nocturnal herdsmen.Asule felt relieved, and shouted loudly: "Save people! Save people!" The team holding the fire immediately spread out and surrounded them. They had pheasants and roe hanging on their horses, and someone carried a deer with arrows on their shoulders. The whole team was neatly dressed in blue-gray leather armor, and the team was orderly. "Is it... is it General Dafeng Zhangmu Haiyang's men?" Asule recognized the attire. "Who?" The leading warrior shouted, he was very vigilant, with a feathered arrow on the horn bow in his hand, pointing directly at Asule. "I am the fifth prince!" Asule raised his wrist, "Someone, someone is chasing me!" He wore a leopard-tailed fur around his wrists, which was dazzlingly white.The leopard is the totem of Qingyang, and the only ones who dare to match the tail of a white leopard, apart from the Maharaja and the hereditary prince, are only the princes.The samurai were startled, and they put down their bows and arrows one after another. The leading samurai saluted with his chest pressed. "Who dares to chase the fifth prince?" The warrior leader roared and rode his horse to Asule's side. With the help of the torches of the warriors in the wind tent, it was possible to vaguely see that the warriors on the black horses had already stopped a hundred paces away. They gathered in a line, still holding long knives in their hands, and no one made a sound.In the darkness, he vaguely felt that there were cold and sharp eyes piercing his body. "Who dares to chase after the fifth prince?" The leader became annoyed, feeling neglected, "Aren't you afraid of death?" They had an advantage in numbers, and when they said this, the hunting soldiers under Gale's tent had already picked up their hunting bows.The hunting bows of the barbarians are also weapons. The arrows are accurate and powerful, and the penetration power at a distance of a hundred steps is not inferior to that of war bows. It was still quiet. But only for a short time, the sound of iron hooves rang out, and the black horse warriors swept up, and they charged! There were only thirty or so people riding against the wind tent, but they attacked on their own initiative. "You're looking for death!" The leader swung his knife sharply, "Your Majesty, please stand by and watch the battle, draw your bows!" Dozens of swift arrows were shot out together.Bows and arrows are the proud weapons of the barbarians. A strong warrior can shoot through a yak with one arrow!The warriors on the black horse only had long swords in their hands, but when they swung the long swords, those powerful arrows were all swung away. Miraculously, no one was hit by the arrows, and they seemed to be able to see the trajectory of those arrows clearly. In an instant, the war horse rushed straight in front of him.The warriors of the Dafeng tent also drew their swords together. "Come on!" The leader shouted to boost morale. Facing the warrior who charged at the forefront, he slashed at his horse's head with a sharp knife.He is the one with the best sword skills among this group of people. Killing one person first is to establish his prestige.But when the sword fell, those warriors on black horses seemed to have turned into shadows, and somehow, the sword was gone.The leader was surprised when he suddenly felt his body lighten up, and the severe pain from his neck made him completely lose consciousness after a moment. In the eyes of the other warriors, at the moment when the two horses crossed, the leader of the opposite black horse warriors looked like a strange bat. He jumped out of the saddle lightly, and then the leader's sword was gone.His head suddenly spattered with blood, and his body was still sitting on the horseback. The torch in his hand has passed into the hands of his opponent.The warrior on the black horse was as silent as a stone, and he stood beside the leader's horse holding a torch.After a moment of silence, he waved a torch and hit the vest of the leader's headless corpse. The leader's body fell to the horse's back. The torches go out. Before the warriors of the Gale Tent recovered from their astonishment, the sharp blade wind approached the front door. Hidden in a bush of tiger tongue thorns hundreds of steps away, Asu clenched his fists tightly, feeling that the splashed blood seemed to be sprayed on his eyes.That was a complete massacre.The warriors on the black horse quickly passed by the opponent with their horses, and handed out their swords accurately. The enemy was immediately disemboweled, and the stumps fell down dripping with blood.And they are like ghosts in the wind, there is no way to catch them. Every time the falling torches were accompanied by miserable howls, those falling torches finally illuminated the terrified faces of the warriors, and then their heads suddenly fell down. Asule trembled, his eyes were full of blood red, and his ears were full of wailing and the terrifying sound of the sword cutting bones.He stretched out his hand in fear, and tightly grasped Suma's hand, which was freezing cold and trembling like a dead leaf in the wind.When he looked down, Suma's face was completely pale. His heart skipped a beat, and he realized that Suma was exactly what he had imagined, the massacre on the southern grassland. When Qingyang's iron cavalry rushed into the camp of Zhenyanbu, Suma's clear eyes must have also Reflecting such a cruel scene.The stumped limbs of relatives are flying, the warm blood is splashed on the face, howling like hell, the half-dead people are struggling to crawl, and someone leads a horse to quickly make up a knife in the back... "Suma, don't be afraid..." He lowered his voice, but found that all the words were pale at this moment. He stretched out his hands to cover Suma's ears.A pair of slightly trembling hands also covered his ears at the same time, both of them were slightly stunned for a moment, then Asule hugged Suma vigorously, and Suma hugged him vigorously.The two of them stuck together like this, listening to the howling outside getting weaker and weaker, the sky seemed to be collapsing, and it would rain blood, only the two of them could rely on each other in the world. I don't know how long it took, but the surroundings became quiet. Asule was bold enough to look secretly under the cover of the two-foot-tall tiger's tongue thorn.The torches are already in the hands of the black horse warriors, and their iron hooves are stepping on the blood-stained ground. Those majestic horses are eating the turf with blood. The thirty riders who were still alive just now are only thirty people, and thirty carcass of a horse. That skinny man was the leader of the dark horse warriors. The dark horse warriors scattered among the crowd to rummage through the corpses, and finally gathered around him, shaking their heads silently.The skinny warrior pondered for a moment, then raised his hand suddenly, and the warriors dispersed in a clatter, lit up torches and searched the grass inch by inch.Only the skinny warrior was left alone on the grass that had killed people, his cold and sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, and seemed to be gradually cast on the bush of tiger tongue thorns. He covered his face, and Asule couldn't see his face clearly, but he felt that his gaze had cut his face. Those are the eyes of a murderer!Asule leaned down suddenly, leaning tightly against the half of the soil slope, just facing that kind of eyes, felt like he couldn't breathe.The thin warrior scanned for a week, led his horse, intentionally or unintentionally, he approached the bush of tiger tongue thorns in a circle.The sound of his horse's hooves was the heaviest among all the sounds of hooves, every time he stepped on his heart, his long knife pointed at the ground obliquely, and blood fell drop by drop. The sound of hooves, breathing, the sound of hoofs, breathing, Suma tried her best to hold her breath, but it was in vain, her breath was following the sound of the man's hooves, pushing her to the end step by step. Suma suddenly felt that Asule, who was trembling like her, quieted down, and was breaking her arms around her waist.Suma raised her head and saw his serious face. She didn't know why his strength suddenly became so strong. Suma wanted to hug him tightly, but Asule pulled her hand away finger by finger. . Suma went to tug at his sleeve, but Asule shook her off fiercely.He stared into Suma's eyes and backed away step by step. Suma shook her head desperately, she didn't know if she was dreaming.That terrible sense of fear came back again, and she would never forget that when Zhenyanbu's stockade was set on fire, the nanny who raised her abandoned her and ran outside desperately.Then a cavalryman chopped down the nurse with a knife, and stepped on her head with his horse.The kind of loneliness engraved in my heart is more terrible than death. She is not afraid of death, but she is afraid of being left behind. Asule shook his head silently at her, and retreated without stopping.Under the moonlight, his slightly pale face revealed a seriousness, even irresistible majesty. Cold fear seemed to hold his heart like a huge hand, making him feel like his chest was about to burst with every heartbeat.He licked his lips, trembling uncontrollably, he really wanted to throw himself into the grassy puddle to curl up with Suma, hug her tightly to forget the fear.But he couldn't, he had to make a decision while that courage was still supporting him. "Don't come out! Suma! Don't come out! Don't be afraid!" he said softly, "I will protect you!" Suma reached out to pull him, but it was too late. Asule suddenly jumped out of the cover of the tiger tongue thorn, he stood there without shaking, and pulled out the blue shark from his chest.The warriors on black horses mobilized their horses and slowly approached, and the leader led the horse and stood in front of Asule.He didn't look at the blue knife in Asule's hand, but silently looked at the child. No one could see how he made the move, but Asule was suddenly lifted up completely by him and placed on the horse's back.No need to order, everyone followed him and turned their horses. Before the leader of the warrior left, he glanced back at the bush of tiger tongue thorns. Suma felt that his gaze had pinned her like needles, making her unable to move at all.In a low voice, he laughed twice, sinisterly, like a small knife scraping a person's ear bone. She has long been discovered, and the child's bravery cannot be concealed from these terrible killers.