The little black girl followed her line of sight and looked around. Suddenly, her face turned pale.
Hundreds and thousands of black dots were flying and jumping on the roof, heading straight for her little house.
Hsu Fengnian explained softly, "Don't be afraid. Those people are looking for me. I'll definitely find a safe place for you after this. I guarantee that you'll have drumsticks to eat every few days. "
Previously, he was moving swiftly and stealthily in the several states of the Southern Dynasty. Even if Beimang had Qi Cultivators following him, they couldn't find the opportunity to mobilize troops to intercept him. However, it was different in the Aquarius State in the hinterland of Norland.
Looking at the situation, not only did the Spider Web Army come out in full force, but there were also several elite cavalry rushing over.
But the little girl's lips trembled. She said in a trembling voice, "No, they're looking for me."
She suddenly pushed Hsu Fengnian and screamed, "Run, run! Don't worry about me! "
Xu Fengnian's face was full of shock. She lowered her head to look at the child who was at a loss for some reason. She tugged at his sleeve and looked up with red eyes as she choked out, "Mother is gone. Uncle Xu is gone. Brother Tong Guan also lost an arm because of me. It's all my fault … Leave, quickly leave …"
Hsu Fengnian felt as if he was struck by lightning.
The little girl released her hand and hurriedly pulled out a long and narrow wooden knife from under another tile on the roof. She quickly stuffed it to Hsu Fengnian and raised her arm to wipe her tears. She squeezed out a smile and said, "Run as far as you can.
I mean, if you can find my father one day, tell him that this is a gift from me. Also, my name is Xu Nianliang. Also, my nickname is Little Sweet Potato. "
She grinned brightly. "My father is Hsu Fengnian. He's the King of Beiliang. He's very powerful, right? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Seeing that the black dots were getting bigger and bigger, she pushed the fool who was holding the wooden knife and said angrily, "Why aren't you running?! You'll really die! "
Hsu Fengnian slowly squatted down and pressed his forehead against hers.
At that moment, he hugged her. Not only were tears streaming down his face, he also began to sob.
The Spider Web spies who had entered Huxiao City with the mentality of certain death landed on the nearby rooftops. Seeing this scene, this large group of cold-blooded death warriors were somewhat stunned.
The King of Beiliang who made the entire Beimang Dynasty tremble in fear, the invincible man who had severely injured the Martial God Tuoba Bodhisattva and had yet to recover, was crying?
The encirclement grew thicker and thicker, but the Spiderweb Death Warriors were well aware that in front of this man, they were nothing more than pawns who were using a few hundred lives to buy time.
The little girl named Xu Nianliang had a determined look in her eyes as she clenched the short wooden blade in her hand.
Hsu Fengnian let go of her, but he didn't wipe the tears off his face. Instead, he reached out to help her wipe her dirty cheeks.
"I'm sorry."
The two of them said in unison.
Little Sweet Potato meant that she had implicated him, a stranger who wasn't bad.
She just didn't understand why he had to say sorry.
But if she couldn't figure it out, then she couldn't figure it out. In any case, it seemed that these two unlucky fellows were going to die here.
She didn't want to cry in front of those northern barbarians. She stared at his face and laughed mischievously. "It's okay. Don't worry, I won't laugh at you. Everyone is afraid of death. You saw me crying just now."
Hsu Fengnian stood up and lowered his head. He carefully wore the long and narrow wooden blade that had been carved by the child according to the shape of a cold blade and hung it at his waist.
He said softly, "I found you, Little Sweet Potato."
The Spiderweb Death Warriors were inside the city.
Outside the city, there was a cavalry army of around ten thousand people.
The sun rose from the east, and the rays of the eastern sun were like a tide that slowly pushed forward.
Hsu Fengnian put a hand on Little Sweet Potato's head and looked into the distance. He softly said, "Little Sweet Potato, father wasn't able to protect your mother, but I will definitely protect you. Today, we will go home together. "
The child stood beside Hsu Fengnian in a daze, and then she burst into tears.
Since she was sensible, this was the first time she had cried so heart-wrenchingly.
Even when she left Dunhuang with her mother, she was very sensible and didn't cry out loud. Even when she saw Brother Tong Guan's arm being chopped off, she only covered her mouth and didn't dare to cry out loud.
She loudly cried, "You didn't protect mother well. I don't want to call you father!"
"I miss Grandpa. If Grandpa was here, I would definitely let him hit you."
"You are the biggest villain in the world. Give me back the wooden blade. I won't give it to you!"
"I don't want to make a wish. I will quickly grow up and find you!"
Hsu Fengnian's eyes were cold as he looked at the Spiderweb Death Warriors. Hearing the angry words of the sad child, the famous King of Beiliang's lips slightly trembled. He wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.
He clenched one hand into a fist, and the palm of the other hand was pressed against the rough handle of the long and narrow wooden blade.
At this moment, even if ten Tuoba Bodhisattvas at their peak were to block the way, even if all the first-rank experts in the world were to appear here to oppose him, even if Beimang still had millions of cavalry to block the way.
Hsu Fengnian was not afraid at all!
Hsu Fengnian's tears continued to flow, but his smile grew.
Little Sweet Potato, I found you.
Hsu Fengnian let out a long breath. Just as he was about to let go of his hands and feet and fight, she suddenly tugged at his sleeve. He crouched down, his eyes full of confusion.
She sniffled, raised her small hand, and helped him wipe away his tears.
Hsu Fengnian gazed at his daughter. In his eyes, Little Sweet Potato was tanned, but more beautiful than all the children in the world. He smiled and said, "You weren't bragging. Your father, Hsu Fengnian, is really an expert as high as a hundred-story building."
After he said this, a vision suddenly appeared in the world.
Huyan City.
Except for this temple.
It was the entire Huyan City.
Tall buildings were torn apart, stone walls were torn apart, and trees were uprooted and floated up.
All the weapons in the city were mixed in.
Almost all the inanimate objects rose into the sky.
Then, on this small roof, he wore a long and narrow wooden saber at his waist, while Little Sweet Potato held a short wooden saber.
This father and daughter pair.
— —
The Tuma Pass at the border of Youzhou no longer restricted the passage of merchants.
There was a child named Zhao Yousong, who jogged to the market with a joyful expression. In the past year, he liked to squat on the small low wall with his friends, watching the Beiliang cavalry enter and leave. Their teacher from outside the village was originally the strictest. Although he was young, he was more knowledgeable than Mr. Hong. According to the new teacher, he came from the Central Plains, Gangnam-do. The teacher always liked to talk about the local conditions and customs there, saying that he hoped the students could travel to their hometown and study. He said that no matter where the student came from, they should read thousands of books and travel thousands of miles, so that they could not live in vain. Today, the strict teacher from the village actually drank alcohol! He reeked of alcohol and was drunk. The whole school could smell it. Today, the teacher shook his head and was very interesting. He almost fell down a few times, but in the end, he said to them, "Beiliang has won, we have finally won, not only the North."
"The Southern Dynasty of the Mang Barbarians is under the iron hooves of Beiliang. Two Great Turks have taken the initiative to surrender. Haha, even the grassland of Beiliang can't be protected!"
Zhao Yousong ran happily and quickly today, leaving his peers far behind.
He ran to the low yellow wall and squatted beside a little girl who had been waiting there for a long time. He whispered to her, telling her all the interesting things that happened in the private school today.
The little girl's family was in a similar situation as his. Although they were not from the same village, their mothers were very close. They often visited each other's houses. Many people in the private school laughed at them for being betrothed. Zhao Yousong's face would turn red every time, but he was unwilling to deny it.
He was not stupid. He liked her a lot. She was fair and chubby, and her eyes were so beautiful and watery. It would be strange if he did not like her. Those who made fun of him the most fiercely were actually secretly fond of her. It was a pity that she only liked him!
After quietly listening to Zhao Yousong, the little girl lowered her head and said timidly, "My mother is going to get married. That person just came to propose marriage."
Zhao Yousong was surprised, and then asked in a low voice, "Is it Liu Biaozhang from your village?"
The little girl nodded vigorously.
Zhao Yousong sighed heavily, and then comforted her like an old man, "It's okay. Although Liu Biaozhang is five or six years younger than your mother, he is indeed a hero. Otherwise, how could he be the head of our Beiliang crossbowmen? I believe that he will definitely treat your mother well! "
The little girl tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "I heard that your teacher likes your mother."
Zhao Youling, who was in the dark under the light, was really shocked this time. He sat on the ground and said, "It can't be?"
The little girl felt wronged and said, "But that's what my mother said too."
Zhao Yousong pulled a long face and said, "Our teacher is very good, but I don't want him to be my stepfather at all!"
She asked doubtfully, "Why? My mother thinks that Mr. Zhang is very good. He is good-looking, has a good temper, and is also very knowledgeable. The last time your mother came to my house, my mother even persuaded your mother to agree."
Zhao Yousong shook his head vigorously and said, "No, no! My mother can't marry him! "
She frowned, then pouted and said angrily, "Do you think that a scholar like you will be embarrassed if your mother remarries?!"
In fact, she was afraid that he would not like her. After all, her mother had remarried.
Her mother always told her that Zhao Yousong was the most precious scholar in the world. He would definitely be successful in the future, and she could not let him go.
Zhao Yousong quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no. If my mother really likes someone, I can't wait for my mother to be happy, but I know that my mother doesn't like Mr. Zhang!"
In fact, Zhao Yousong was lying.
He actually didn't know whether his mother liked the private school teacher or not. In his heart, he hoped that his mother would marry that person if she really wanted to.
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