Chapter 10 Chapter Nine: Late Night White Dew Cold Invasion Clothes

Heavy robbery? These two words were like poisonous snakes, penetrated into Acacia's blood, and she couldn't help trembling all over. The curtain was rolled up, and a slender white figure slowly stepped in.Pale and cold, every move looks so elegant and lazy, but there is always an indescribable coldness. It is a heavy robbery. He walked forward with his head bowed, one hand humbly caressing his chest, and the other holding a huge scroll—the flag of the undead that depicted the map of blood. His footsteps are extremely light, like a cat gliding across the ground in the dark, making almost no sound, but every step seems to be stepping on lovesickness.

She originally thought that Chong Jie would be greatly surprised when he saw her, after all, no one would have thought that she had finally escaped from the devil's control, but returned to throw herself into the trap.What's more, that night, Chong Jie was careless for a moment and was hit by Yang Yizhi. After waking up, he must have held grudges against the two of them. Seeing her appearing in my account at this time, how could he let her go so easily? Will he immediately reveal her identity as the princess of the enemy country and make her suffer more humiliation? Unexpectedly, as if Chong Jie didn't know her at all, he walked past her without even looking at her.

Acacia was a little taken aback, she suddenly remembered that it was the same when Hannaji saw her. Why did they pretend not to know her?Why not reveal her identity? Did they have a new conspiracy? At this moment, she suddenly thought of Yang Yizhi. After he left, he didn't know what kind of torture he had suffered.If he knew at this moment that he had gone and returned, he would be so astonished and disappointed. Still failed him.Xiangsi clenched her hands tightly and lowered her head deeply, almost daring not to look at the world again. Chong Jie walked to the middle of the tent, stopped, bowed to Al Da Khan, and gently took off the large white cloak.

Under the cloak, there was still loose silver hair and an extremely pale mask. That night, this mask was broken by Yang Yizhi's blow, and now it is carefully inlaid and put together with gold. It looks like a delicate face was brutally split by a knife and axe, leaving criss-cross scars, which looks extraordinarily strange . He said softly: "Congratulations to the Great Khan. You have won the first battle and captured the leader of the rebel army. From then on, the land of Saibei will always be shrouded in the majesty of Brahma and enjoy the blessing of God." Altan Khan also got up and returned the salute: "Thank you Brahma for the blessing."

Chong Jie slowly raised his hand, and lifted up the undead scroll.The curly tail fell, and the huge undead banner unfolded in his hands, hanging down to the ground. He carefully took out a handful of soil from his arms and carefully painted it on the flag of the undead.That is the only clean place on the northern part of the flag, and the only place that is not polluted by blood and filth. deserted city. Now, this piece of soil has annihilated the only cleanliness. "This is the dirty soil in the deserted city." Slowly, a transparent smile appeared in his eyes: "Now, all we need is the blood of Huangcheng."

His pale fingers were stained with mud, and slowly stretched out, pointing to the side. Xiangsi's frail body was exposed under his fingers. This is what the Mongolian iron cavalry has done for several months. If a tribe refuses to surrender, then they will massacre the city for a blood sacrifice, and use the soil in the city and the blood of the leader to dye the territory on the flag of the undead red. Now, it's the turn of the deserted city. The filth has already been painted on the flag, and the rest is to cut off the head of the leader and stain the blood with the filth. That is the blood of lovesickness.

All eyes were on I Dahan. The sacrificial code was proposed by the pale envoy, but the secular decision-making power was in the hands of the king. I Dahan's gaze changed slightly. At the moment when no one noticed, the corner of his eye flicked past Xiangsi. Her body was still so thin, half hidden in the haze of the beating candlelight in the golden tent, she looked so helpless. She just stood quietly in the corner where light and darkness intertwined, and seemed to be waiting forever, waiting for a powerful force to come to protect her and keep her away from all harm. Or, destroy her completely.

Protect, or destroy, but never a third choice. can never be conquered. She is like a newly bloomed lotus, standing alone in the soil, but preventing all filth from being contaminated.Although her body is here and within his grasp, her heart is far away in the sky, transparent like colored glass, no dust can obliterate it. He mused. His face was extremely solemn, and he was facing the heavy calamity: "Has the national teacher ever thought that we have not conquered the deserted city?" Chong Jie stood silent. An Da let out a long sigh and waved his hands: "From today onwards, the deserted city is the city of freedom, so there is no need to be stained with blood."

The moment the words came out, the candlelight in the golden tent was dim, and the confused darkness and paleness were intertwined, and I suddenly felt a wave of hesitation. Is this a blasphemy against the divine will? The undead flag fell gently, and the pale figure bowed to Al Dahan respectfully. "The Khan is right. It's just..." He raised his head slowly, his eyes cast on Acacia, and a deep sarcasm rose in his smiling eyes: "It's just that if the land in the north is not dyed red, the city of black iron cannot be built." I Dahan frowned deeply. Black Iron Linked City is the first of the Three Linked Cities.If this city cannot be built, then the rebuilding of the Three Linked City will come to naught.

That is the hope of the whole Mongolian people, and it must not be hindered by any reason.It is precisely because of this that he led the Mongolian cavalry to massacre the city and destroy the country. For the sake of a woman, it is absolutely impossible to abandon the beliefs that the Golden Clan has upheld for generations. The majesty of the Great Khan prevented him from surpassing his own merits. He clearly knew that he did not conquer the deserted city, nor did he conquer the woman in front of him who had been reduced to a prisoner. How to achieve the hope of all Mongolia? There was a satisfied smile in Zhong Jie's eyes.At that moment, he seemed to turn into destiny itself, and with only a few words in a trance, he disturbed the mood of others.

No matter who this person is, and no matter what authority he has. There was silence in the big tent, and the eyes of the twelve Tumet leaders were fixed on Acacia. They were full of resentment and hatred for this woman who made Da Khan hesitate, as if as long as I Da Khan gave an order, they would Choke her throat and spill the blood from her neck on the black territory of the Banner of the Dead. Chong Jie's gaze swept over everyone's faces, and he waited until the air in the tent was almost condensed before he smiled lightly and said: "So, why not let God judge?" god? Thinking of that tall and holy white shadow, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. God is an existence beyond the human world, omniscient and omnipotent, impartial and selfless, and will definitely make correct decisions. The eyes of the twelve Tumed leaders turned to Altan Khan. I Dahan pondered for a moment, then nodded. Zhongjie smiled: "Tomorrow at noon, let her personally put this big flag on the altar." He put away the pitch-black flag, presented it in front of Altan Khan, and withdrew respectfully. The prison is just behind the big tent where I Da is, and it is heavily guarded, but it is also extremely quiet. Xiangsi found a corner in the back, sat down in her clothes, and quietly waited for the dawn. She thought of these days in the deserted city. These days, she has taken the lead and charged into the battle, she did not hesitate to be covered in blood, just to let the people of the deserted city see an invincible lotus goddess. It was indeed so, under her leadership, the 20,000 refugees in the deserted city ignited a fierce fighting spirit, and used their weak and disabled bodies to fight against the Mongolian cavalry for seven days. However, they didn't know that those methods of defeating the enemy and the internal strength supporting her battle all came from Meng Tiancheng. He and she supported this ruined city together. seven days. Until Al Da Khan's 100,000 troops came under pressure. The soldiers are approaching the city, and the deserted city is in danger, and everything can't be done by humans. He wanted to protect her from abandoning the city and leaving, but she insisted on refusing. Under the broken ruins, the two argued for a long time, she gave him the Qinghe Sword, and asked him to bring the sword to Datong and give it to Master Qinghe. And she will break into the barracks alone and fight Altan Khan. He looked at her, but a trace of anger gradually appeared in his eyes. Finally, he told her the truth of the matter: "In this world, there is no Master Qinghe. He lied to you just to let you leave safely." In her astonishment, he stared at her and said word by word: "Have you ever thought that if you die here or fall into the hands of the enemy again, then everything he has done for you will be the last thing you have done?" A pathetic laughing stock!" These words made her heart ache. Yes, there shouldn't be Master Qinghe, she should have seen through his lies earlier. Sooner, she won't leave. But now, the lives of 20,000 people are in her hands, how can she give up?Save the deserted city again, but it is different from the pure compassion last time, this is the emotion accumulated in the bloody battle of life and death. She bit her lip tightly, gradually making up her mind. She reached out and took off the battle helmet on her head, her hair like a cloud flowing down her shoulders. With a flash of the Qinghe sword, a strand of black hair was cut off by her, and she held it in her hand: "Then, please take this and go to Huayin Pavilion." When the word Huayinge was mentioned, a ripple appeared in her eyes. Ever since she escaped from the clutches of the catastrophe, she has been thinking about whether she should go back to Huaying Pavilion for help. However, being located outside the Great Wall, it would take at least ten days for the news to be transmitted back to the main helm of Huayinge.It took 20 days to come and go, and the deserted city was probably already in ruins. What's more, she hypothetically sent Gina's relics back to Miaojiang, but she came to the north without authorization to seek revenge from Riyao.In the end it got down to this point.She really didn't want him to see herself like this. But, now, I can only ask him. She raised the blue hair in her hand, with a sad and peaceful smile on her face, like a newly blooming lotus in the afterglow of the setting sun. Meng Tiancheng looked at her, hesitant. This woman looks so weak, but also so stubborn.For some reason, she can always reveal an irresistible power at inadvertent moments. What was even more irresistible was the three words she said. Huayin Pavilion. A place that makes anyone tremble when they hear it. So far, this is the only way to save her. Meng Tiancheng didn't speak, took the strand of blue silk, turned and left. There was a smile on Acacia's face. Seven hours have passed, Meng Tiancheng should have gone a long way. I don't know, what kind of expression will he have when he sees this strand of black hair? I was thinking wildly, suddenly there was a noise of cars and horses at the door.She suddenly looked up, only to find that the sky outside the tent had revealed a ray of dawn. The curtain was raised, and Zhong Jie's slender and tall figure floated in silently. He was dragging two huge boxes behind him, walking slowly towards Xiangsi. Xiangsi stood up suddenly as if seeing a poisonous snake, and stepped back vigilantly until she reached the cold tent wall. Chong Jie didn't look at her at all, he gently put down the box and opened it. A box, dark and deep, contains the flag of the undead, which symbolizes Mongolia's military exploits. The other box is luxurious and exquisite, and it contains a set of costumes for Mongolian noble women. Chong Jie lifted up the costume and started towards Acacia. This set of costumes is extremely gorgeous, with green velvet as the base and embroidered with golden flowers.On the head is a grand crown, gilded wire strung with thousands of coral beads, interspersed with turquoise, agate, and ox bone, coiled on the top of the head to form a very gorgeous pattern, and the remaining slightly broken beads form five rows of tassels, which flow from the forehead down to the shoulders. The brilliant brilliance illuminated Acacia's terrified eyes. Chong Jie smiled slowly. His pale fingers loosened one by one, and the costume quickly withered into the box like a flash of light. All the beauty, suddenly lost their lives, died. Therefore, there are only two colors left in this world: ——The darkness of the undead banner, and the paleness of Zhongjie's body. He said lightly: "Do you know? This is a reward from the Great Khan." Xiangsi was a little stunned, as if she didn't understand why she, who had been reduced to a prisoner, should receive such a reward. There was a smile on the corner of Zhongjie's mouth: "Is it Wangfei's dress, or..." He paused, his expression became indescribably mocking: "Attire for slaves?" He suddenly reached out and grabbed Xiangsi's hair, causing her to stagger and almost fall into his arms. Xiangsi was about to struggle, but he held her tightly by the throat. He forced her to raise her head, stared at herself, and said word by word: "You still want, Charm, how many people?" Xiangsi looked at him with hatred, and the panic in her eyes gradually calmed down. Ever since she saw Zhong Jie, she had been mentally prepared.This devil will not let her go, he will definitely use the cruelest method to torture and humiliate her, and he will die. But Chong Jie let go suddenly, allowing Xiangsi to fall to the ground. With a muffled bang, the cold corner of the wooden box hit her lower abdomen hard. An unexpected sharp pain hit her, and she curled up suddenly, biting her lips tightly, trying not to let herself groan.The wooden box overturned, and the costume was dragged out of a corner, covering her trembling body hastily. He bowed down, appreciating her pain carefully. His eyes flicked over the cold sweat on her forehead, clenched white teeth, blood-splattered lips, and tight body, refusing to let go of any detail. There is no lust, no distracting thoughts, the light in his eyes is so pure, as if he is just a child tearing insects for fun.Innocent, curious, frank, and mischievous, he doesn't care about his cruelty at all. It wasn't until her breathing calmed down a little that he smiled again and said, "Okay, it's time to get up and dress up." At this moment, his voice became so soft, like a gentle elder brother, on the eve of her sister's wedding, with melancholy and blessing, urging her to get up in the morning to get dressed. "Wear it and go to the trial of Brahma." When Brahma was mentioned, Chong Jie's face suddenly became solemn.He gently stroked his hand on his chest, bowed respectfully, and left the door. Acacia's heart suddenly tightened. The shock of these words almost made her collapse. She would rather be tortured in the eighteen hells than go to see that god as a prisoner. She couldn't imagine what his expression would be when he saw her. She desecrated his kindness. She slowly curled up and hugged herself tightly. At this moment, she felt that she really deserved death. noon.The blazing sun shone on the white jade altar. This is the sunshine in May, which has not yet been tiresomely transpired by the heat. It is transparent and dust-free, and under the brilliance of white jade, it looks holy and distant. On the top of the altar, a huge white curtain hangs down, blocking all eyes. On the curtain, a huge snake was embroidered with extremely white silk thread. The head of the snake recoiled and spit out a hissing snake letter to the world. The whiteness of the snake's body is intertwined with the whiteness of the curtain. If you don't look carefully, you will never find it.But the snake's eyes are two deep black holes, which look so shocking. This blind giant snake seems to be suppressed by the altar. Once the Three Linked City, which symbolizes the non-day clan, is built, it will soar into the sky and swallow the sun and the moon together. At that time, the heavens fell. Chong Jie stood behind the curtain, with a broken smile, quietly staring at the huge stone seat in front of him. The white god was sitting in the middle of the stone pedestal, with his head drooping deeply, his long hair covering his face and the pain between his brows.Only the twitching of his body revealed the torture he endured. Both of his fists were already clenched, and under the white jade skin, seven colors collided strangely, like seven sharp knives, cutting out his flesh and blood every inch of it. Seven colors, seven poisons, seven tortures. The blood that had gone through a lot of calamity entered his body. They suffer the same. The huge clay pot fell to Zhongjie's bare feet, and the seven poisonous snakes gradually fell into a deep sleep. Chong Jie slowly swallowed the salty breath in his mouth.He bent down, took out a piece of white silk, and gently bandaged the wound on his wrist. He felt that the breathing of the gods gradually calmed down. Slowly, those eyes woke up from the iceberg-like indifference. Although they were equally quiet, they were filled with various emotions. Sadness, pity, melancholy. Compared with the heavy robbery, he is more like a true ascetic, calmly accepting the torture of fate.He would wear sackcloth and walk through thorns with bare feet, if only he could truly exercise his blessing. Chong Jie's eyes chased his pupils, trying to capture his momentary anger and resentment, but failed again. Only tolerance. This man named Yang Yizhi suffered endless torture from him, but he didn't hate him. It's his torture, isn't it enough to touch this man's heart? Chong Jie's fingers trembled slightly, and then he smiled. "You must have never imagined that I will wake you up at this time." He raised his head, and through the curtain, the midday sun fell on his body, casting a mottled halo.There was a trace of disgust on his face, and he turned his eyes to Yang Yizhi, sighed softly: "After all, you and I are people who hate the sun." Yang Yizhi's face was indifferent, and he ignored him. The eyes that were no longer as indifferent as the gods looked out from afar, looking at the vast land. The grassland is endless. Chong Jie smiled and said: "Just because at noon today, my favorite concubine in the new book will step on this altar, waiting for your blessing." There was a trace of indifference in Yang Yizhi's eyes.It was as if everything blooming on the grassland was not enough to move him. "Why wake me up?" Blessing is originally the duty of the gods, and there is no need to wake him up. Chongjie smiled: "This woman is not only a rare beauty, but also a legendary general. She once led a group of weak refugees to resist the dignity of my sweat. I can't help but let you Meet this strange woman." He seemed to find it more and more funny as he spoke, and couldn't help but bowed down, his thin body trembling. Yang Yizhi didn't look at him. This man's moody performance was no longer enough to move him. Chong Jie couldn't stop laughing, as if what he said was the funniest joke in the world. "Unfortunately, this beloved concubine angered the Great Khan, so the Great Khan ordered me to bring her here, and you will pierce her blood to dye the undead flag red." "From now on, the banner of the dead in the north will be complete, and the construction of the Black Iron Sky City will begin!" His laughter came suddenly, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, staring at Yang Yizhi's face without blinking.He raised his hand suddenly and grabbed the fluttering curtain, his knuckles trembling from the force. He pulled it suddenly, and the curtain fluttered and fell down the stairs. Layers faded away, like a cicada sloughing off a white jade altar. Yang Yizhi's eyes could not help following the curtain, watching it slump on the mud beside the altar. At the bottom of the altar, there is a woman in costume kneeling. She was wearing a fine costume that could only be worn by the Mongolian royal family, knelt down at the end of the jade steps, and remained silent for a long time. ——Is this the new favorite concubine of Alta Khan? Yang Yizhi suddenly felt bored, as if he was in a false dream. Everything is true, only he is so false. The people kneeling down under the stage remained motionless, and Chong Jie's eyes were fixed on him without blinking. Yang Yizhi suddenly felt a biting cold. He knew about the catastrophe, and knew that the demon never missed a chance to torture him. Who is this woman? He couldn't help but grip the back of the chair tightly. There was a cruel smile on the corner of Zhongjie's mouth, he turned his eyes to the kneeling woman, and said word by word: "Head up."