Chapter 242: They Are Ridiculous, but They Are Also Compatible

Huo Qi's face turned pale.

Hundreds of elite dead soldiers died here silently!

And he didn't receive any news at all!

He slowly raised his head.

Xiao Daoyan stood in the snow, and the snow fell on the bridge of his nose, adding a bit of coldness and loneliness. He slowly turned the nine-foot sword, with dried blood still remaining on the blade.

His thin lips curled up in a sarcastic smile, as if he was mocking his stupidity.

Over the years, had he ridiculed and ridiculed the powerful and powerful families in Jinguan City, Shengjing, Chang'an, and those who had been defeated by him?

Huo Qiqiang calmed himself down and asked, "Did you discover it early in the morning?"

Xiao Daoyan's smile became even colder.

After Ah Ruo disappeared, he didn't search the palace at all.

He went straight to Huo Qi's mansion and saw that the house was empty. He did not waste time and directly led the Tianshu elite to pursue Huo Qi's whereabouts along the way.

Huo Qi walked slowly with the child. After he caught up with him, he was afraid that Huo Qi would get angry and hurt Ah Rui, so he never showed up.

He stayed in the dark, watching Huo Qi send people to threaten Nan Jiaojiao, and watching Huo Qi order the dead men to go up the mountain to ambush.

Huo Qi thought that everything was perfect, but he didn't know that all his plans were exposed to his eyes.

So he ordered Shiku and the others to hide nearby to take care of Nan Jiaojiao and Ah Ruo. He carried the Mo Dao up the mountain overnight and decisively killed all Huo Qi's dead soldiers.

He smiled, raised the tip of Mo Dao, and pointed it at the frozen corpses: "Does Huo Qing like the gift I gave to Huo Qing?"

He is provoking!

Huo Qi couldn't calm down, and violent rage instantly surged to his limbs.

He clenched the handle of the knife and sneered: "So what if you discover my conspiracy? The lives of your sweetheart and your nephew are all in my hands!"

Xiao Yi looked at Nan Baoyi and Ah Ruo.

There were two people, one big and one small, with the same bright eyes and the same curved eyebrows. They were neither panicked nor afraid, and they looked like they believed in him.

He raised his thin lips and said, "Now that I'm here, I'm confident that I can lead them away intact. Huo Qi, surrender as soon as possible. I'll consider giving you the whole body."

"surrender?"

Huo Qi's eyes were red, and he drew out the crescent-shaped sword: "Xiao Daoyan, I bear the lives of 6,892 members of the entire clan. Only by killing you, only by slaughtering the Xiao royal family, can they rest in peace in the underworld. !but--"

He changed the topic and said with a sinister expression: "However, before I kill you, I want you to kneel down facing north on the top of Taibai Mountain. I want you to kowtow and apologize to my dead tribesmen!"

Xiao Yi turned the Mo Dao expressionlessly.

No wonder Huo Qi wanted to set up an ambush at the top of Taibai Mountain, which is the main peak of the Qinling Mountains. You can overlook the Great Wall in the north and even beyond the Great Wall. It turned out that he wanted him to kowtow to the Fire Tribe here to apologize.

He curled his lips and still looked at Huo Qi, as if he were looking at a clown.

Huo Qi couldn't stand his look.

He is clearly the one who has the upper hand, why can Xiao Daoyan be so calm? !

He gritted his teeth,

The scimitar pointed straight at Baoyi: "If you refuse, I will kill her!"

There is fine snow falling on the top of the mountain.

Nan Baoyi looked straight at Xiao Yi.

…

Cold palace.

The old palace was deserted and cold, and a woolen mattress was spread out on an old bed.

Xiao Sui was lying on the mattress with his upper body naked, and his abdomen was wrapped with colorful strips of cloth. The stab wound had been hastily bandaged, but he was still very weak.

The silk gauze lamp in the corner had been burned to ashes.

Huo Tingyu knelt down in front of the bed and reached out to touch Xiao Sui's eyebrows, but his fingertips kept trembling, as if he was afraid that this person would lose his breath in the next moment.

That knife she stabbed into his abdomen.

She regretted it after the prick.

Fortunately, the puncture was not in the heart. She treated the wound in time, and Xiao Sui would probably still be alive.

She held Xiao Sui's cold hand, breathed out two hot breaths, and held it in her arms for him.

She stared at Xiao Sui's pale face, and her eyes turned a little red.

She whispered: "Have you had a hard time these past years? The Fire Tribe believes in the God of Fire. My people have been dealing with dead souls and death all year round. The 6,892 people who died outside the Great Wall used blood and blood before they died. Life curses you, curses you to suffer from illness all your life, curses that all the people you care about die unexpectedly, curses you to be alone in this life..."

Tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks and onto the back of Xiao Sui's hands.

Huo Tingyu wiped his tears.

After entering the palace, she realized how amazingly talented the husband of the Xiao family was.

If Xiao Sui hadn't been tortured by illness, why would he have been in a wheelchair all year round, why would he have had difficulty even practicing martial arts, and why would he have been imprisoned in this nine-layered palace!

When he was young, his ambition was to become a general who could conquer the world, so when he was twelve years old, he followed the envoys to the Great Wall of China.

But now, he has long since given up that ambition, has long broken the spear that he cherished as a treasure, has long since shed that armor, and has become a useless scholar who stays in the pile of old papers all day long.

Huo Tingyu closed her eyes, but tears kept rolling down.

After crying for a while, she noticed that Xiao Sui was naked and remembered that he was afraid of the cold, so she sobbed and brought a quilt.

She covered him with a quilt and was about to give him some medicine when he held her hand.

The man was still unconscious. It was probably the things in the dream that made him uneasy and scared. He whispered "Don't go" in a low voice.

Huo Tingyu hesitated for a moment, then carefully lay down against him.

She hugged Xiao Sui's neck and recalled the time when she first entered the palace.

She was sent to the palace by her brother, who wanted her to become the late emperor's favorite concubine, and then find an opportunity to kill the late emperor and avenge her people.

But the late emperor didn't like her and threw her into the cold palace without even seeing her.

It was also in this old palace, on such a cold winter night, she looked at the night sky outside the window alone. When the dark clouds dispersed, Xiao Sui appeared in the moonlight.

He was obviously not in good health, but he drank alcohol that night.

He was so drunk that he held her arm tightly and asked her why she wanted to enter the palace and why she wanted to become his father's beauty.

He asked her, but she still remembered the promise he made in the wilderness when he was a child.

She replied that it was just childish talk.

But Xiao Sui retorted that those were not children's words.

He was drunk and held her face seriously. His usual cold and indifferent expression was replaced by desire. His emotional look was like the grand flames that filled the sky when the tribe released sky lanterns outside the Great Wall.

He pressed her on the wooden couch and kissed her lips.

The candlelight flickered endlessly that night, and the moonlight that night was also beautiful...

He wanted her.

Later, he wanted to change her identity so that he could take her to Shangyang Palace, but she refused, so he came here every night. Sometimes he would teach her the calligraphy and culture of the Central Plains, and sometimes he would bring her delicious food from the imperial kitchen, but Most of the time, he pestered her on the wooden couch, in this desolate old palace, day and night, having absurd and secretive pleasures...

Sometimes she would think that he was the one cursed by the whole clan, and she was the traitor of the whole clan. He was the prince of Dayong, and she was the beauty of the late emperor. In the words of the Central Plains, they were like a pair of dogs. men and women.

Ridiculous, but fitting.

Huo Tingyu hugged Xiao Sui's neck tightly and buried her head in his chest. The hot tears that rolled down quietly wet his hair.

"Xiao Sui... Sui brother..."

she whispered.

The morning sun shone in outside the window, but the old palace was still deserted. Such sunshine could not shine into the husband's heart, nor could it light up the dark and depressed pupils of the girl.

Huo Tingyu caressed Xiao Sui's frail body.

In my ears, what he said last night rang again:

——Huo Tingyu, I care about them.

But he was cursed, and he couldn't have anyone he cared about.

She slowly raised her tear-stained eyelashes, stared at his brows, and suddenly smiled.

It's like making a big decision.

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Good night duck

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