Seven Hundred and Eighty-Five, the Enemy of the North

Spring has come, and the northern grasslands are no longer covered with snow, but instead look full of vitality.

The tender green of the grassland is refreshing, and the transparent and clear river flows through the meadow, winding and moving.

The sky was filled with white clouds, as if the sky was within reach.

But for some reason, on the way back, Yan Liuyuan always felt that the sky was also cloudy, and the dark clouds never dissipated.

Until the moment he saw Miss Xiaoyu, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly receded, and the light from the sky went straight to the earth through the dark clouds, and the abyss was also illuminated.

When Miss Xiaoyu first saw Yan Liuyuan, she felt that Yan Liuyuan seemed to be a different person, but when the other party saw her, she immediately changed back.

For Yan Liuyuan, Miss Xiaoyu is like a solid anchor, as long as this anchor is still there, he will not get lost in the deep sea.

In front of Miss Xiaoyu, he is no longer a god, nor is he a young hero on the grassland, but Yan Liuyuan.

"Sister Xiaoyu, my brother is still alive," Yan Liuyuan said softly while sitting in the big tent in the royal court.

Miss Xiaoyu, who was sewing clothes for Yan Liuyuan, froze suddenly, she turned to look at Yan Liuyuan: "He...where is he?"

Yan Liuyuan took off his black mask from his cheeks and said, "But I didn't look for him."

There were only the two of them in the big tent of the king's court. Sister Xiaoyu saw a trace of sadness in Yan Liuyuan's expression, and she said, "Is it because of fear?"

Yan Liuyuan suddenly talked about something else: "Sister, you know my ability, every time I use it before, there will be backlash."

Sister Xiaoyu said with a gentle expression: "The first time I discovered your ability was when your brother's bones were broken. At that time, we were held hostage by Li's troops to work. You wrestled every day and your nose was bruised and your face was swollen. Those whom you cursed fell to their deaths."

"Well," Yan Liuyuan nodded: "The backlash of the curse is very simple. If I curse something, the corresponding backlash will come to me. But it has been different since the first battle in the river valley. The ground is constantly cracking, and the ground The cracks in the ground continued to spread to the distance, but I didn't suffer any backlash, the cracked earth seemed to open the shackles on my body, and every time I used it, the shackles would open a little more."

Sister Xiaoyu didn't rush to respond after hearing these words, but listened silently to Yan Liuyuan's continuation.

Yan Liuyuan said: "The cracks on the shackles are like the gaps in the abyss, and they are constantly expanding. I feel as if some kind of will is calling me, let me become a part of that will, no, more precisely, it is Instead of that huge will. Only when I come back to you can I feel that the rift begins to be slowly closed, and I will regain more... human emotions."

"Liuyuan, you have unified the grassland, don't use your ability anymore," Sister Xiaoyu said softly as she sat across from Yan Liuyuan.

"Well, I will try my best to restrain myself," Yan Liuyuan agreed.

"Then what are your plans in the future?" Sister Xiaoyu asked.

Yan Liuyuan was silent for a long time: "This time going south, thousands of people died innocently in the massacre, some women were humiliated because of Qiu Dun's tribe, I don't know how to face him, I don't know how to tell him, His closest brother has become the person he hates the most."

"But you know, although he wants you to be a good person, he will never abandon you because of this kind of thing. Have you ever thought about how hard it is for him to find you now? You know your brother's character,

If he doesn't see you for a day, he will search for you day by day until he dies," Sister Xiaoyu said.

Yan Liuyuan stopped talking.

At this time, Miss Xiaoyu looked at Yan Liuyuan's expression and suddenly realized that in fact, it wasn't that Liuyuan couldn't face Ren Xiaosu, but that she couldn't face herself.

At that time in the market town, Liu Yuan would imitate Ren Xiaosu's tone of voice when speaking, and he would do whatever Ren Xiaosu liked to do.

This kid had inexplicable admiration for Ren Xiaosu since he was a child, and he wholeheartedly took Ren Xiaosu as his role model, and wanted to become a person like Ren Xiaosu.

But in the end, he became the kind of person the other party hated the most, and Yan Liuyuan was afraid.

"Sister, give me some time," Yan Liuyuan said, "I'll check on the matter in Yanchi first."

Saying that, Yan Liuyuan put on the black mask again, and when he walked out of the royal tent, there were already countless tribesmen waiting for him outside, Hassan led the horse for him, and servant Lanqi Kneeling respectfully on the ground, willingly becoming a horse stool.

This is the treatment of the gods.

Yan Liuyuan checked the wounds of the deceased first, and Pu Lanqi confirmed from the side: "It's all knife wounds, but it should be a heavy knife, and the chopping force was so strong that it almost cut the person in half, and the ear was cut off. , like a ritual."

Yan Liuyuan nodded: "Are there any survivors? Have you seen the assailant?"

"No, these twelve people were the only ones who went to Yanchi to carry salt, and they all died," said a leader.

He Guyan squatted next to the corpse: "The knife wounds were all frontal. No one escaped. They are the bravest men on the grassland. Master, do you want to chase them to the north to avenge them? I, He Guyan, can be the vanguard."

"Let's bury the warriors in the sky first," Yan Liuyuan said calmly.

After finishing speaking, several falcons flew from the sky and landed next to the corpse as if there was no one else present. All the tribesmen around them knelt down. For grassland people, if the dead body can be eaten by falcons, it means that the soul of the deceased Can fly to the sky.

But in the past, sky burials required the deceased to be dragged to the grassland to wait for seven days, and it has never been as miraculous as it is now.

In their view, this was a funeral personally held by Yan Liuyuan for the tribe, and it was the baptism of the gods.

Yan Liuyuan steered his horse and walked towards Yanchi, with hundreds of soldiers following behind him like a personal attendant.

When they reached the outskirts of Yanchi, Yan Liuyuan had already seen the bloodstains ahead.

On the white salt pond, the purple-brown bloodstains were extremely eye-catching. Yan Liuyuan asked, "Is this where the body was found?"

"Yes master," replied a prairie man.

"Have any of you seen those people in the north in recent years?" Yan Liuyuan asked.

"No," Mu Lanqi shook his head: "It is said that the most active people in the north should be my Mulan tribe, but I have never seen them."

"That's strange," Yan Liuyuan said, "Why did these people suddenly go south and get so close to our territory?"

At this moment, a black figure appeared on the vast salt pond in the distance, and Hassan subconsciously moved forward, leading his men to form a defensive formation in front of Yan Liuyuan.

Yan Liuyuan watched the other party gradually approaching from the horseback, and then calmly said: "Here we come."