Zhuge Yue and Chu Qiao naturally could not see this, as Liu's guards had already retreated, and the camp was completely silent.
“Xing’er!” Zhuge Yue rushed forward, holding his sword to protect her, and with his other hand blocking her way, fearing that she would impulsively run out and fight with others.
Chu Qiao looked at "Liu Xi" in the darkness and spoke in a deep voice, "Liu Xi, I am here on behalf of the Datong Guild to take your life. Even if I cannot kill you today, Yan Xun will avenge me one day! Those who betray us will be slaughtered and there will be no way out!"
With a loud bang, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky. The man in white in the big tent suddenly smiled softly, raised his head and looked at the pouring rain, the chaotic figures, and the dark sky outside. His smile was full of mockery and bitterness.
Should I be thankful? She finally stood in front of him safely and still trusted him completely.
But how should he deal with the chaos before him?
It seems that God has never been kind to him!
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment. His expression and demeanor seemed so familiar, but after such a bloodbath, her mind had become a little rigid. There were some things she would never think about or doubt.
She just frowned at the man in the dark, then took the knife and slowly took a step forward.
With a swish, the Yan guards all stepped forward.
At this moment, the man suddenly stretched out his hand and waved gently to the left and right.
In an instant, everyone was shocked, because that gesture was to let them go!
"Young Master!" Liu's housekeeper stepped forward in panic and said in a deep voice, "How can you ..."
The man's eyes suddenly became as sharp as ice and snow, staring coldly at the butler with anger, disgust, and even murderous madness.
Steward Lin felt a chill down his spine, and quickly turned around as instructed, saying to Chu Qiao and the others, "The young master has agreed to let you go."
Chu Qiao and Zhuge Yue were stunned. There was no surprise in their eyes. Instead, they looked at the man strangely, as if he were a monster.
Steward Lin cursed impatiently, "Get lost! Do you still want us to send you away?"
"Xing'er, let's go."
Chu Qiao frowned, still looking at the dark tent in confusion. Zhuge Yue held her arm and said in a deep voice: "Follow me!"
The previous attack on the central tent was only for tactical reasons. Now that they have agreed to let me go, no matter what the reason is, there is no reason to hesitate.
Zhuge Yue and Chu Qiao mounted two ownerless war horses, then Zhuge Yue turned around, looked at the dark tent, and said in a deep voice: "Liu Xi, if you fall into my hands one day, I will give you a chance to live."
There was no sound in the darkness. Just when Chu Qiao was about to ride away, a sigh suddenly sounded, so tired, so helpless, as if all the strength in the body was expelled from the body.
Then the man whispered, "Be careful."
The voice was so small and so slight, but Chu Qiao still heard it. Her body was shocked and she turned around abruptly. However, there were so many soldiers blocking the way that she could not see the man at all.
The cold wind blew up her cold and wet long hair, which was filled with a strong smell of blood, so pungent and so unpleasant.
“Gee!” Zhuge Yue shouted coldly, and galloped away on his horse.
Chu Qiao frowned, but finally turned around and followed Zhuge Yue, stepping on the sewage and mud all over the ground, running out of the camp.
The wind and rain grew stronger, and there was heavy breathing everywhere. The soldiers looked at each other, stunned for a moment as they watched the enemy walk away.
“Young Master!” Ah Jing turned around and shouted anxiously, “That’s the girl! How can we let the girl follow Zhuge Yue?”
"What else can I do?" Yan Xun turned around and smiled bitterly, "Should I take off the mask and tell Ah Chu that I did everything?"
The clouds were dark and the rain was falling heavily. This long, cold and lonely night should finally be over. In a cave, three people laboriously picked up some dry firewood, and after starting a fire, there was a hint of warmth in the cave.
The three of them took off their coats and dried them nearby.
The fighting that night had exhausted them all. Even the child just sat there quietly with his knees hugged, not saying a word.
Chu Qiao's face was very calm. The child leaned against her side, his little back so thin. She seemed to be thinking about something, but also seemed to be thinking about nothing. She just sat there with her head resting on the cold stone.
Zhuge Yue seemed unable to bear this kind of speechless embarrassment and dullness. He frowned and finally stood up. He said in a deep voice, "The firewood is almost gone. I'll go get some more." Then he walked out.
“Zhuge Yue!” Chu Qiao suddenly screamed as if startled.
Zhuge Yue was stunned, turned around and looked at her strangely, and said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing... nothing." Chu Qiao looked a little flustered. She quickly shook her head, "Nothing."
Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows slightly and asked curiously, “Are you okay? Aren’t you injured?”
Chu Qiao forced a weak smile and said, "I'm really fine."
Zhuge Yue nodded and said, “Wait here.” Just as he was about to leave, he turned back and warned, “Watch the little guy, don’t… don’t run around.”
"Yes!" Chu Qiao nodded and smiled, "You go ahead."
Zhuge Yue turned around and walked out, but just after he took two steps, Chu Qiao called out again, “Wait.”
Zhuge Yue stopped and saw Chu Qiao running up to him. She handed the Broken Moon Sword to him and then checked his not-too-serious injuries. She looked at him with bright eyes and said softly, “Be careful.”
Zhuge Yue was stunned for a moment, and looked at Chu Qiao strangely for a while, then nodded and walked out of the cave with an expressionless face.
But as soon as he walked out of the cave, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as if he could no longer hold it back. He rubbed his nose childishly, and his facial lines gradually softened.
Zhuge Yue had already walked so far, but Chu Qiao was still standing there, with a strange look on her face, as if she was very tired, and also seemed to be very apologetic.
She sat back by the fire, touched the child's head, and asked softly, "Your name is Mo'er, right?"
The child nodded but said nothing.
"You're sad, aren't you?"
The child still didn't speak.
Chu Qiao sighed slightly, hugged the child's small body gently, and said softly: "I know you are very uncomfortable."
A tear suddenly fell and hit the back of Chu Qiao's hand. The child sobbed and said intermittently: "Stars... Stars..."
Chu Qiao's heart suddenly became so sad. Every time she thought of the little girl with the bright smile, it was like a knife was cutting her heart.
"Mo'er, do you hate those people?"
The child may not understand the meaning of the word hate, but he suddenly clenched his fists tightly and said viciously: "Mo'er will grow up quickly, practice the same kung fu as uncle, and then kill those bad guys."
Chu Qiao suddenly didn’t know what to say. What could she say? When would the cycle of revenge end? Saying that force can’t solve everything? She didn't even dare to look the child in the eye. Her hands couldn't stop shaking, and the sadness in her heart was so deep that she could only gently pat the child's trembling back and nodded with a sob, "Then you have to work hard. Even if you can't kill the enemy, you can protect yourself."
"Mo'er will definitely kill them!" The child raised his fist vigorously, then turned around, looked at Chu Qiao innocently, and asked, "Will sister teach Mo'er some skills?"
Chu Qiao smiled bitterly and said, "From now on, you must follow that uncle carefully, listen to him, and be a good child. He will take care of you and teach you skills."
The child blinked and asked pointedly, "What about my sister?"
Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and said casually: "Sister will come to see Mo'er if there is a chance."
The child was smart and sensitive. He was startled and grabbed Chu Qiao's sleeve tightly, then asked loudly, "Are you leaving?"
Chu Qiao shook her head and hugged the child's small body, as if she was talking to him, or as if she was talking to herself, her tone was so light, "Mo'er, you are very unfortunate, but you are also very lucky. Your parents died at the hands of others, and your enemies are very powerful. You can't fight them at all. You were going to die, but someone was willing to save you. Although your family is gone, there will be someone to take care of you and protect you in the future. From this point of view, you are very lucky. But there are some people in this world who are more unfortunate than you, and their hatred is deeper than yours. The family is more powerful, and he has endured humiliation for many years. No one is willing to help him. He can only work hard on his own, being bullied and insulted. Therefore, the resentment in his heart is heavier than yours. "Chu Qiao smiled quietly, stroking the top of the child's head with her hand. Her smile was so kind, even a little compassionate. She said softly, "So, no matter what you do in the future, I will forgive you, because I know what you have been through and why you have become what you are today. But when you do something wrong, I will find a way to stop you."
"Sister," the child said loudly, "Mo'er will not do anything wrong. I will listen to you in everything."
"Good boy," Chu Qiao hugged the child and sighed softly, "I hope you can remember what you said today in the future."
The fire crackled and the child felt a little sleepy. Chu Qiao found some hay and let Mo'er lie on it. After a while, the child's light snoring was heard.
Chu Qiao's expression was calm as she quietly looked at the sleeping face of the child. For a moment, she seemed to have returned to many years ago. After the massacre, in that dilapidated, leaky house, the boy's pale face, furrowed brows, and their lowered voices growled together: "Live on, even if you have to live like a dog."
In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.
She picked up a branch and wrote a few words on the ground. Her pen was so heavy that it seemed as if she had put all her heart and soul into it.
Finally, she took a last look at the cave, at the little child, then took a deep breath and walked out of the cave without looking back!
A burst of horse neighing suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of horse hooves and heavy rain.
Zhuge Yue came back very quickly, and he even caught a rabbit. He walked into the cave with a smile on his face, and just as he was about to speak, he was stunned.
“Boy! Boy!” Zhuge Yue hurriedly woke the child up.
Mo Er rubbed his eyes, looked at him sleepily, and said, "Uncle."
Zhuge Yue's face turned pale, and he asked hurriedly, "Where's Xing'er? Where is she?"
"Sister?" The child frowned in confusion, pointed in the direction where Chu Qiao had been sitting, and said, "Where is my sister, huh? Where is my sister?"
Zhuge Yue let him go and ran out of the cave. As expected, one of the horses was missing.