After Becoming the Stand-in for the White Moonlight: 299|Complete defeat (2) [2-in-1]

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Before the news of the complete defeat of the northern border reached the southern battlefield, people's lives in Baoyi Mansion were still miserable.

Wang passed away.

While going out, he was beaten to death with a sap and dragged into the grass. When Mu Xiaoxiao and Erya rushed over, they only saw a pot with a little meat left in the pot and bones scattered on the ground.

Mu Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide, feeling a little dazed and feeling a little nauseous.

Erya cried until she almost died. Mu Xiaoxiao knelt down and silently gathered the scattered bones on the ground.

"Want to take revenge?" she heard herself ask softly.

Erya nodded, holding on to the hem of her clothes and almost crying tears of blood.

Mu Xiaoxiao raised his head and glanced at the sky, where the stars were shining brightly.

She picked up a leg bone, found the group of refugees, and then stabbed the leg bone into their bodies one by one, throwing all the refugees who had lost the ability to resist into the pot, and set up On fire.

Looking at the figure reflected in the water, the girl is still so sweet when she smiles.

But Mu Xiaoxiao vaguely felt that during the time she lived in Baoyi Mansion, a string in her body seemed to be completely broken.

Her survival wisdom has never been able to get rid of men, but she can live so easily without a man, and can even protect this little girl who is attached to her.

Erya was depressed for a long time. Her father and mother passed away one after another, and her eldest brother joined the army. From then on, she was the only one left in the world.

The little girl clung to Mu Xiaoxiao almost subconsciously.

She likes Sister Mu very much. Mu Xiaoxiao has a gentle personality, and there are dimples on her cheeks when she smiles. Her hair is long, black, and good-looking, which almost satisfies all her dreams for the future.

She dreams of becoming a hero like Sister Mu, a fairy sister like that.

But the □□-year-old girl has not bathed for many months, is dirty and smelly, and has messy and oily hair on her head. When she has a runny nose, she wipes it hard with the back of her hand, leaving a little white stain on the back of her hand. His nose was stained with snot, and his accent also had an indelible rusticity.

The little girl was as skinny as a stick, with ardent expectations in her eyes.

It would be nice if the war was over.

At night, Erya kept making wishes with her eyes closed, hoping that her father and mother would come back, and that her eldest brother would also come back. The family would sit under the osmanthus tree in the yard and have dinner.

When she grows up, she will go up the mountain to cultivate immortality like Sister Mu.

Sister Mu once told her a lot of stories about monks. For example, monks can fly on swords, move mountains and seas, shrink the ground to an inch... and can travel through famous mountains and swamps with swords, and are omnipotent.

Mu Xiaoxiao couldn't explain her feelings for Erya. She pitied her, sympathized with her, liked her a little, and disliked her a little.

I hate the greed in her eyes, the dirty backs of my hands, and the young self I see through her.

Erya reminded her of her once embarrassed self. She shouldn't be like this. She should have a soft and sweet smile, the focus of everyone's attention, the sweet girl of heaven, and the most loved one in Kunshan. His little junior sister, Master Yuqing sat down with the unattainable Fairy Mu.

When the demon soldiers invaded Baoyi Mansion, Mu Xiaoxiao knew that his opportunity had come.

In the middle of the night, the girl hugged her knees, her long hair hanging down on the ground, and she looked at Erya, who was sleeping soundly, in silence for a long time with her eyes lowered.

Then he gently shook her awake and said, "Sister Mu has to leave. It's too chaotic outside. Don't wander around here. Don't move."

Wang Erya almost only followed her. Without thinking, she nodded immediately, pursed her lips carefully, and stretched out her hand: "Sister Mu... come back quickly..."

She wanted to reach out and tug at the hem of Mu Xiaoxiao's clothes, but the girl dodged it without leaving a trace with a crooked smile.

Wang Erya retracted his hand nonchalantly.

After Mu Xiaoxiao left, Wang Erya remained obedient and did not move for a day and a night.

But she was so hungry, she could hardly stand it.

She hasn't eaten much since the past few days.

Wang Erya swallowed and stared greedily at the pot leftovers eaten by a group of refugees not far away.

She was so hungry, but Sister Mu didn't allow her to move.

Wang Erya's eyes darkened slightly when he thought of this.

Not only was she hungry, she was also in pain.

This small room was filled with feces and urine, and the stench was overwhelming.

She thought she couldn't go on like this, she would starve to death if she went on like this.

Even if Sister Mu doesn't allow her to move around, she still has to find food.

See this big pot with bones floating in it.

Wang Erya was so nervous that her heart was in knots. She stretched out her hand, dipped some soup in it, put it into her mouth and sucked greedily.

At this moment, a rough roar suddenly sounded from behind, and immediately after, Wang Erya's eyes were dazzled, and he was immediately staggered by a strong force.

When I raised my eyes, I saw the angry faces of the refugees.

They yelled angrily: "What are you doing?!"

"Damn girl! What a son of a bitch!!"

"Come here to steal something?!"

Someone pulled her hair and threw it into the pot.

Everything hot in the pot splashed into her eyes, causing burning pain.

Wang Erya screamed, frightened and begged for mercy: "Wrong! Erya is wrong! Erya didn't steal! Erya was just too hungry!!"

But these refugees didn't seem to have finished venting their anger, so they picked her up again, lifted her to the ground, made her kneel down, took a red fire stick from the stove pit, and stabbed her in the mouth.

Wang Erya's cry suddenly became extremely sharp, like a dying cry.

"Right...right...!"

She wanted to say that she was wrong.

But she couldn’t say it

The girl's little body twitched.

The red fire stick was inserted into the throat, the soft throat was burnt black, and blood dripped down the corner of the mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Wang Erya screamed.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Erya hurts so much, Erya is wrong.

There seemed to be weird and twisted shadows all around. After being surrounded for so many days, even people were forced to turn into hungry ghosts.

The man stabbed and cursed: "You son of a bitch."

In the end, they seemed to be tired and threw the fire stick aside.

Wang Erya screamed and ran forward, kept running, and ran back home again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was not eaten.

She slowly curled up and fell down, coughing and retching, lying on the ground in vomit mixed with blood.

Wang Erya closed her eyes vaguely.

It hurts so much.

My throat hurts and my stomach hurts.

She seemed to be bleeding again.

It hurts.

Why hasn’t Sister Mu come back yet?

And eldest brother, she misses him and her parents so much...

Wang Erya couldn't help but spit out the thought of the pieces of meat floating up and down in the pot.

When Mu Xiaoxiao came back, Wang Erya had basically taken in more air and released less air.

Her whole face was covered in blisters, and black rotten flesh and pus and blood vomited out of her throat. It was obvious that she was dying.

Mu Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and she helped Wang Erya up.

The girl woke up slowly and said "Ah" silently, with tears streaming down her face.

She was saying, it hurts so much, Erya hurts so much.

Mu Xiaoxiao sat holding Wang Erya for a long time. Before she died, her dirty hands clenched the hem of her clothes and squeezed out a few words that leaked.

"Sister Mu...brother...found..."

"Cangwuzhou..."

Then it doesn't work.

Mu Xiaoxiao’s eyes turned red immediately, and the girl sobbed, her tears falling uncontrollably: “When you get better, Sister Mu will take you to find your elder brother together.”

"Don't think too much, you won't die, Erya, Sister Mu promises, you won't die."

Wang Erya really believed what Mu Xiaoxiao said, "She won't die." She seemed to have thought of something again. She tremblingly and timidly withdrew the hand that was holding her clothes, showing a sign of difficulty. smile.

"Sister Mu, when I recover from my injury, I will become a fairy like you when I grow up."

The girl's eyes shone with strong longing and hope for the future. Finally, she raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Cangwuzhou, her eyes darkening little by little.

Mu Xiaoxiao closed his eyes, and the words of those demon soldiers not long ago suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Concubine Mu? Who is that? I've never heard of it."

"Where did Concubine Mu come from in this demonic realm?"

She placed her hope on others again, earnestly hoping that the Demon Realm could take her back and bring her back to a life of fine clothing and food from hell.

But now it felt like she had been slapped hard. It turned out that the name "Mu Xiaoxiao" was meaningless in this troubled world.

Her unrealistic, naive and naive expectations killed Wang Erya.

After sitting quietly for a while, Mu Xiaoxiao dug out the pendant around Wang Erya's neck, pulled it off, stuffed it into his sleeve, buried the little **** the spot, and left the city alone.

The smile on the girl's face disappeared, she tightened her dry lips and thought slowly.

She has to travel thousands of miles to the southern battlefield to find a monk named Wang Yutian. The sooner the better.

……

The news that Meng Canglang was captured at Shishiya was transmitted to the Xuanyin Icefield where the Bai family was stationed together with the news of the entire northern border defeat.

As soon as the news came, the entire Bai family immediately held a meeting. All the elders looked serious and finally came to a conclusion.

Abandon the Xuanyin Icefield and go back to the Bai family's sect to preserve the Bai family's combat power.

Bai Shanhu was a junior, so he could only sit far away and listen silently.

After the meeting, Bai Hechuan stopped his daughter: "Shanhu, I know you have a strong temper, but now the situation has been decided, go back."

"This is not a home for women." Bai Hechuan frowned as he spoke.

Looking a little dissatisfied with this beautiful and tough daughter.

In the past few years, Bai Shanhu, as a descendant of the Bai family, has followed the Bai family to the battlefield.

After staying in the north all year round, the girl's complexion has become a lot rougher, but her eyebrows are still as beautiful as ever.

In fact, Bai Shanhu has been thinking about what he wants to do these days? She has a strong temper and no one can stop her when she decides.

Sometimes Bai Shanhu felt that she was about to have a schizophrenia. Even though Fairy Zhaohai didn't know what schizophrenia meant, she frowned and tightened her face in silence.

The Bai family has always been conservative. The education she received since childhood was to be a fairy with good art skills, marry Xiao Huan decently, and form a good marriage between the two surnames.

But Bai Shanhu didn't want to, she didn't want to be like this, she felt tortured.

Bai Hechuan loves his daughter very much. Her parents love her very much. She is the daughter of the Bai family. She was raised by her parents and has always been humble and polite in her behavior.

Few people can see the stubbornness hidden in this girl's cold appearance.

Bai Shanhu was silent for a moment, then bowed his head and wanted to say "Okay."

As before, honor your parents, abide by the Bai family's family motto, and be a good daughter of the Bai family.

But the entire northern border had collapsed, like a net falling from the sky, wrapping her tightly. Bai Shanhu felt tired, but she still hung her neck and responded to Bai Hechuan's instructions one after another.

Bai Hechuan also knew that his daughter was unwilling to evacuate, so at the end of the sentence, he had no choice but to deepen his tone: "Shanhu, the clan is already somewhat dissatisfied with you. Please stop being willful. Your junior brothers and sisters will Someone will come to the rescue."

That afternoon, the Bai family packed up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Bai Shanhu sat in the camp, frowning and thinking for a long time.

She has taken off her battle robe and put on the clothes that represent the daughter of the Bai family. Her hair is half rolled up, her steps are swaying, she is soft, gentle, bright and moving.

Because of his noble birth, he wanted to marry Xiao Huan.

The daughters of the Bai family are all puppets and marionettes, and she hates this kind of life, let alone Xiao Huan.

So, she practiced hard since she was a child, trying to get rid of her fate, even if she fell out with her family, she came to Chongde Ancient Garden and became a veritable senior sister of Chongde Ancient Garden. But no one knew that this seemingly decisive and neat senior sister was actually burdened by family responsibilities, etiquette, and filial piety, making her embarrassed and awkward.

Bai Shanhu pursed her lips tighter. She never wanted to be a fairy from the sea, she just wanted to be a female warrior.

The destination of a warrior should be the battlefield.

After closing the dowry, she suddenly walked out of the tent quickly and walked in another direction.

When Bai Shanhu broke in, Mrs. Cen Jiang Rou was preparing medicine.

The girl arrived so suddenly that Jiang Rou and Cen Xiangnan were stunned for a moment.

Mrs. Cen asked softly in confusion: "Shanhu?"

The Bai family has produced many medical practitioners. Half a year ago, Mrs. Cen followed the Bai family to station on the Xuanyin Icefield. Baishan Lake fought very hard, and she became familiar with them after going back and forth.

The girl bowed and nodded slightly: "Mrs. Cen, I have an unkind invitation from Baishan Lake."

Jiang Rou seemed to have a premonition of something and put down the medicine in her hand: "Say."

Bai Shanhu said in a deep voice: "Shanhu is unwilling to evacuate. I would like to ask my wife to go to Shishiya with me and rescue some of my colleagues who are trapped in Shishiya."

Mrs. Cen was stunned. Before she could speak, Cen Xiangnan raised his eyes in astonishment. The man frowned and said in disapproval: "What nonsense are you talking about...Jiang Rou..."

Bai Shanhu didn't even look at Cen Xiangnan, his eyes fell on the face of Mrs. Cen, who had a meek and indifferent appearance.

The girl's eyes were as clear as a torch, and she knew that Mrs. Cen was the same person as her.

Many stubborn old men in the Bai family couldn't help but marvel at Mrs. Cen's superb medical skills. As for Cen Xiangnan, Bai Shanhu didn't like her at all and didn't bother to talk to her. Her expression was as calm and indifferent as ever. She Waiting for Mrs. Cen's answer.

The afterglow of the setting sun on the ice field passed through the camp and fell on Mrs. Cen’s face.

The girl in front of her stood with her hands on her sleeves, her draped silk flying, as if she were a fairy, with cloudy hair and misty hair. She was extremely beautiful, but her words were sharp and steady.

"The entire northern border has collapsed, and my wife is in great danger here."

"If Madam is unwilling, Shanhu will not force you."

Mrs. Cen suddenly smiled.

This smile suddenly felt strange to Cen Xiangnan.

He couldn't help but feel a slight palpitation in his heart. How long had it been since he saw Arou smiling like this?

The girl who used to run behind him has grown into a pliable and decent mistress. As a young man, he disdained Mrs. Cen's conservative ways. He couldn't help but be attracted to Mrs. Lin who was like a ball of fire. Ah Rou was very good. , but too boring, like a piece of dead wood.

The upright young man likes to have his clothes flying, sometimes he smiles charmingly, sometimes he raises his lips and smiles, covers his lips and chuckles, puts his palms together and laughs, this is the bright little enchantress of the Lin family.

The young man was attracted by the little witch of the Lin family who was as enchanting as a mist. He wanted to explore how many secrets he didn't know about her, but the sister of the Jiang family who was following him left him at a loss. The young man He could only purse his lips, quicken his pace, and face him coldly.

When their eyes met, Mrs. Cen suddenly stood up. She smiled, looked at Baishan Lake, and said yes.

Bai Shanhu also smiled immediately. When she smiled, her smile was very faint, but it was like a bright light lighting up the camp.

Cen Xiangnan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and he frowned: "...Arou..."

The woman coughed twice, and her white hair fell down. She took Bai Shanhu's hand that was stretched out to her and laughed.

When she smiles, her eyebrows are like crescent moons, and fine lines appear at the corners of her eyes, making her look like a girl.

Yes, she does not want to retreat at this time. She would rather die on the battlefield. She wants to cure illnesses and save people. She still has a lot of pride in her chest, which was brought to her by the little girl named Xin Yi.

Jiang Rou smiled at first, then chuckled, and suddenly laughed.

Cen Xiangnan watched silently, his eyes seemed to be stung. He never knew that Mrs. Cen would smile like this.

When he smiles, he is bright and unrestrained, not even inferior to Lin Li.

Baishan Lake smiled and walked out of the tent with Jiang Rou briskly and came to the spirit beast that had been prepared long ago.

The girl took off her bun, and Mrs. Cen also took off her bun.

In fact, she has never liked this kind of female head.

At that moment, they abandoned their shackles and stepped onto the spiritual beast under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Cen chased Nan with an ugly look on his face: "Arou."

Jiang Rou leaned down and said gently: "Cen Xiangnan, let's make peace."

"I know you like Lin Li. I have been silent for decades, and now I don’t want to be silent anymore."

"I may die on the battlefield, but at least I will be free."

Cen Xiangnan was stunned. He was very good-looking. He was very good-looking when he was young. He was a handsome boy with a handsome appearance. Otherwise, Jiang Rou would not have spent so many years in love.

Gazing at the woman's face, Cen Xiangnan pursed his lips, as if a piece of his heart had been hollowed out by someone, leaving it empty and leaking. Decades later, he suddenly realized that the Jiang sister was no longer there.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, but only caught a piece of clothing.

His throat rolled, and he wanted to say, Ah Rou, I'm sorry. However, before leaving, Jiang Rou's last words were gentle and firm, "If I die in battle, you don't need to bury me." ."

On this vast ice field, a lonely sunset is slowly setting.

The two figures flew out of the city gate, casting long shadows on the ice field, and went to Shishiya in person, running thousands of miles to rescue them.

Jiang Rou's soft voice came from the strong wind and snow.

"Shanhu, let me sing a song for you."

"Recalling the plum blossoms, I went to Xizhou, folded them and sent them to the north of the Yangtze River.

The single shirt is apricot red, and the pair of temples are the color of crow.

……

The dream of sea water is long, you are worried and I am also worried.

The south wind knows my wishes and blows my dreams to Xizhou. ”

The entire northern border collapsed, but there are always people who refuse to give up.

Even if he died, he would have to die on the battlefield, with the howling wind cracking his skin.

Although it is cold, at least it is real and free.

……

Suri raised his hand and withdrew his troops.

Clattering, the sound of thick armor rubbing against each other was heard, and a large number of magic soldiers turned around and left the ice field.

Everyone watched in silence for a long time as the girl in pink knelt down in the snow and cried loudly.

Suddenly, the sound of a wheelchair crushing the snow was heard. Ma Huaizhen put his hand on Qiao Wan's shoulder and pressed her shoulder firmly.

"Are you going to give up?"

He looked back at the embarrassed boys and girls behind him, with tears streaming down their faces.

"Should we give up?"

"No!" A young man dressed in Kunshan suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted, "We have come to this point, why are we talking about giving up?"

They... they have worked hard in the north for several years, and many of their comrades have died, and now they want them to give up.

"No, we won't give up!!"

It was just one sound at first, followed by the second and third sounds. The monks behind them started to stir, gritting their teeth, with red eyes, and roared one after another: "We will not give up!!"

"We will never give up!!"

At this moment, it seemed as if vigorous blood was boiling from his veins, and Ma Huaizhen closed his eyes with a smile.

Master Miaofa closed his eyes and firmly held Qiao Wan's shoulders: "Get up."

Qiao Wan also gritted her teeth, hugged Wen Si Xingzhu, and stood up.

Kneeling on the snowy ice field for too long, her knees were numb and she shivered, but she stood up straight again.

Ma Huaizhen looked at the tearful monks behind him and shouted in a deep voice: "Brothers, let's fight again."

"Let's kill the Demon Realm together! The trapped beasts are still fighting! Let's rescue General Su together... Chief Meng Shan, come out!!"

Roars rang out one after another, and a promise was made in the wind and snow. The Han-character flag symbolizing the northern battlefield was raised again.

The flags are buzzing.

"We will never give up!!"