steal light

The desert is so big that Ye Donglan always feels lost and can't see anyone at all, but the horseshoe prints on the ground still clearly indicate the direction.

Ye Donglan didn't know how long he had been walking, and finally heard the chaotic voices of people. He never thought that the scene in front of him would be remembered forever. There were corpses all over the ground, including those of Dasheng soldiers and those of Beibei. The barbarians, men or war horses, lay on the ground with swords and swords lying on the ground, and the blood even blackened the yellow sand, congealed on the ground.

Even though it was so tragic, the two sides still had no intention of retreating. The horseshoes stepped on the corpses all over the ground, blood and flesh flew everywhere, blurring their faces.

Ye Donglan walked around the edge of the battlefield with his petite figure, anxiously looking for Ah Zhe, but it was not easy to find a 13-year-old boy who was still small in such a chaotic battlefield!Ye Donglan didn't even know whether he was still wearing the moon-white brocade robe today or whether he had put on the battle armor before going to the battlefield.

Can the boy's body really support that heavy armor?

Ye Donglan searched for a long time, but he didn't see A Zhe's shadow. He circled back and forth in a little confusion. The fight next to him was fierce, with blood splashing on his face. During the melee, someone noticed him and held up a knife. Leaping towards him, he backed away in a hurry, stepping on a sword under his feet, he bent down to avoid the sword from the northern barbarian, quickly reached out to pick up the sword, and stabbed at the opponent with his eyes closed, the sharp sword pierced the flesh and made a muffled sound , blood spattered his face warmly, and the smell of blood filled his nostrils. He opened his eyes, only to see the barbarian fell to the ground with wide-eyed eyes.

Ye Donglan let go of his hand in a panic, not daring to bow his head at all.

He killed!

This was something he hadn't thought about at all.

The sword fell to the ground and bounced for a distance. The blue fringe of the sword was stained with yellow sand. It was a white and bright sword. Ye Donglan had seen him before, it was Ah Zhe's sword.

Ye Donglan spun around in place, not far from the sword, there was only a pile of dead people with overlapping corpses.

Ye Donglan didn't dare to think about it, he walked towards the pile of corpses, kneeled on the ground with his legs limp, the blood on the ground pooled into a pool, and he didn't know who it was, he pushed away the corpses above with great effort, and from the gap I saw a moon-white brocade cloth.

Ye Donglan sped up his movements, and finally pushed away the person above with all his strength, revealing the boy below.

The moon-white robe on his body was stained purple with blood, and Xiangyun was blurred with blood. He was lying on the ground, with wounds scattered all over his back. It is not clear how many cuts he has on his body.

Ye Donglan turned Ah Zhe over and breathed with shaking hands.

Very faint, but fortunately still alive.

Ye Donglan looked up at the chaotic battlefield, and it seemed that no one could help him, so he gritted his teeth and ran back with Ah Zhe on his back.

Due to poor family conditions, he is already thinner and weaker than his peers, and his strength is also weak, but it is not difficult to carry Ah Zhe on his back. He usually does not notice it.

His body is already weak enough, and Ah Zhe is like a paper man compared to him.

Ye Donglan felt sore in his heart.

In the past, he thought that being born from a poor family, being unable to find a way out and being able to live a mediocre life was the greatest malice this world has towards people, but now it seems that being able to live is already a gift from heaven. Lives have to be carefully lost at all times.