Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

"Ah—" Wei Su roared, "Who? Fuck, who did it? Who hurt him? Who is it?"

Wei Su seemed to be in a frenzy, he didn't care too much, he crazily blamed the Gaochang warrior in front of him, the machete cut long cuts on Saya's neck one after another.

The faces of the warriors were all pale.

Amu scrambled and picked up a warrior beside him: "Who is it? Who is it?"

A samurai raised his hands tremblingly.

Wei Su hoarsely said: "Kill him, let me kill him!! Ah—"

"My lord..." The warrior panicked.

Without any hesitation, Amu raised the knife and dropped the samurai's head immediately.

The samurai next to him looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Die, let me die!"

A Mu gritted his teeth and looked at Wei Su, who was almost insane, and finally gave a fierce look to the warriors behind him.

Before Amu could move again, the warriors stood in a row in an orderly manner, speaking in an incomprehensible language.

Amu suddenly burst into tears and turned away.

The warriors raised their knives to kill themselves one after another, and dozens of people fell to the ground like cutting onions.

That scene looked extremely weird, and it made people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts.

Saya's face was pale, she didn't raise her breath, and finally passed out.

But Wei Su seemed to have never heard of it, and moved to Li Qiao's side step by step like a walking dead: "Brother Li, Li Qiao, wake up, wake up..."

Li Qiao lay motionless in the yellow sand.

Wei Su's heart was about to burst, and he finally cried bitterly: "Wake up, I beg you...Wake up...I promise you...Can you take a look at me..."

A Musheng was afraid that Wei Su would hurt Saya again in his madness, so he kept kowtowing: "Please...don't hurt her...don't hurt her...I promise you anything...don't hurt her..."

Wei Su's eyes were red, and she fell into the yellow sand with Saya.

Li Qiao fell into a pool of blood, the blood mixed with yellow sand stuck to his face, Wei Su went crazy.

Amu tentatively crawled towards Wei Su, but after climbing a few steps, Wei Su dragged Saya's hair back: "Don't come over..."

There were beads of sweat on Amu's forehead, he didn't care much, he picked up the scimitar next to him, and cut off his right hand cleanly.

Maybe the scene of those warriors committing suicide just now was too horrifying, or maybe it was Amu's determination that really moved people. In short, Wei Su suddenly looked down at the lifeless Saya.

Amu kowtowed gratefully: "Look, I can't hurt you now, please return the princess to me, okay..."

Amu stretched out his hand tentatively.

Wei Su dragged Saya and took another step back, a weak voice sounded from the side: "Let her go!"

Wei Su burst into tears of joy, hugged Li Qiao and wept bitterly in the yellow sand all over the sky.

Compared to Li Qiao, Amu is much calmer.

He carefully checked Saya's injuries, and then whistled loudly, and the horses lined up obediently.

Amu carried the corpses of those warriors onto the horse with difficulty.

Wei Su hugged Li Qiao and rode together. He turned his head in the sunset and saw Amu carrying Saya onto the back of the last horse, and he led the horse to the depths of the desert alone.

Blood dripped with him.

"Don't look, he is already a dead man." Although the person in his arms was still weak, his tone was extremely gentle.

Wei Su gave Li Qiao all the medicines available on his body.

He was so scared to death now that he couldn't control Amu's life.

Li Qiao chuckled: "You did a good job, Saya can't die."

Wei Su tightly covered Li Qiao's wound: "Whether she dies or not is none of my business, you must not die!"

"Just like you, do I dare to die?" Li Qiao smiled weakly.

Wei Su panicked so much that she couldn't hold the rein with her hands shaking.

The sky gradually dimmed, and if Li Qiao couldn't get out of this desert before dark, Li Qiao would definitely die.

Li Qiao didn't know what he was thinking.

But Li Qiao was not a talkative person, so he couldn't think of any useful words to comfort Wei Su for a while.

The body temperature in his arms was getting lower and lower, Wei Su's lips trembled: "Li Qiao..."

Wei Su traveled to martial arts, but his tutor was excellent. This was the first time he called Li Qiao by his first name.

Li Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth and gave a soft "hmm".

"Aren't you going to be buried in my ancestral grave?"

Li Qiao gave another soft "hmm".

With tears in his eyes, Wei Su said, "It doesn't count if you shout like this, the words of the matchmaker are ordered by the parents, three matchmakers and six looks, ten miles of red makeup must be well-mannered."

Hearing this, Li Qiao suddenly coughed lightly, as if he could really wait until that day: "What should I do? I grew up with no father or mother, and I grew up with His Royal Highness, and now His Royal Highness is gone. Where are you going to get this job?" How about going? How about you wait for me, next life..."

"Fuck you in your next life..." Wei Su felt great pain in his heart, shaking his head desperately, tears were like broken beads:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'm just joking, our Qianyu country doesn't have those stinky rules, don't you see that your majesty just wants to marry?"

Li Qiao didn't answer, his body was getting colder and colder like the sky.

Wei Su hugged him tightly and kept rubbing Li Qiao's cheeks and limbs.

The horse under its crotch twitched violently a few times, and suddenly fell to the ground, it was actually exhausted.

The moment he fell into the yellow sand with Li Qiao in his arms, Wei Su suddenly felt relieved. Without a horse to tell the direction, the two of them would soon freeze to death in this endless desert.

Beasts are running rampant in the desert, maybe the two of them will turn into two white bones before dawn.

It's good to die together.

Li Qiao struggled in Wei Su's arms: "I have a dagger in my arms, you can hold it on the horse's back, it can take you out of the desert."

Wei Su took off his robe and wrapped it around the two of them: "What? General Li doesn't want to be buried in my ancestral grave anymore?"

Li Qiao smiled bleakly: "I am teasing you, don't put gold on your face, the car goes straight and cannons over the mountains, you are still old... Be honest... Go back and marry a sweet and soft little daughter-in-law, don't smash it In my hand...cough..."

Without saying a word, Wei Su lifted up his sleeves and wiped the blood on Li Qiao's face little by little.

His demeanor was too grand, and his face was as satisfied as a sacrifice.

Li Qiao panicked and struggled to push Wei Su away. He couldn't make up any hurtful words, so he could only coax him softly: "Be obedient, go and call someone...I...I'll wait for you here."

Wei Su was unmoved, Li Qiao was extremely anxious, and suddenly vomited a big mouthful of blood in a hurry.

Wei Su was extremely calm. When Li Qiao finished vomiting, he mechanically wiped the corners of Li Qiao's lips.

Li Qiao finally couldn't choose what to say: "Wei Su, you fool, I am teasing you, you are stupid and stupid, who would like you..."

Li Qiao didn't finish speaking, when there was a "puchi" sound from the side.

Warm blood sprayed all over Li Qiao's body.

Wei Su smiled foolishly: "Don't chase me away. If you don't listen, I can't leave now. Let's see if the stars will succeed?"

Li Qiao finally sighed and closed his eyes. After a while, his throat was hoarse: "Fool, who would like to look at the stars? I want to kiss you."