In the evening, the plunder finally ended.

The men on the grassland built huge wooden fences in front of the villa door, and then hung the bodies of the officials one by one. From a distance, they looked like a row of terrifying wind chimes.

Whether Yan Liuyuan likes or does not like these "wind chimes", now people in the grassland need to arouse their bloodline before they can face the more difficult wars in the future.

Yan Liuyuan must let them enjoy victory and killing again and again, and then become their most loyal believers.

At this time, it is not very important to like or not. The owner of the grassland only needs to consider whether his believers need these.

If the grassland people need it, then he will turn the enemy's corpse into his flag.

Suddenly, Yan Liuyuan saw the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him. The newspaper was written on the look of the newspaper, Hope Media.

...

After seeing the newspaper, Yan Liuyuan did not go to get it, but still leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest. The envoys of Qing's family had already brought them all, so he was not particularly interested in the newspaper.

Qiqige stayed by him all the time. At this moment, she felt the inner conflict in Yan Liuyuan, as if he was struggling himself.

The little girl took out a comb from her sleeve and stood obediently behind Yan Liuyuan to comb his hair. She combed her hair while saying, "You are my father and the others' hope now."

"Hope?" Yan Liuyuan repeated, as if considering the meaning of these two words.

The little girl said again: "Yes, I have never seen my dad be so brave. In the past, when the big tribe asked him to contribute cattle and sheep, he only dared to present cattle and sheep with timidity. Other people in the tribe dared not speak out. Now it's different. That day, I saw that he was talking to the leader of the Qiudun clan, and he was no longer humble or arrogant."

"That's because the power he holds has become stronger," Yan Liuyuan said with a smile: "But the Qiu Dun clan is declining. I originally wanted to see if they were brave and good at fighting in this war, but the result disappointed me. The Qiu Dun clan always hid behind, and they have been brave enough. How could your father be unable to face such a person?"

"Not that," Qiqige said softly, "Bad said that it was God who gave him the power. Now every morning, he would bring his mother to kneel down to you. He said that you can bring the people in the grassland to live a good life and you will no longer have to be afraid of anyone. Now the tribe says that you are the sun in the sky, and I think so, only when the sun in the sky comes to the earth will it look so beautiful."

"Okay," Yan Liuyuan smiled: "Go and find your dad and tell him that I'm going to leave here."

By the way, Yan Liuyuan picked up the newspaper on the coffee table. He looked at the date. The newspaper seemed to be from yesterday.

He had heard of Hope Media because Wang Fugui liked to read newspapers every day.

At that time, he would ask Wang Fugui why the other party likes to read newspapers. Wang Fugui laughed and said to kill time, and then told Yan Liuyuan that he would learn knowledge with Mr. Zhang. When he could understand the whole newspaper, he would give him a candy.

At first, Yan Liuyuan studied hard every day with a longing for candy, but soon began to play and beg his brother to take him to hunt every day, because there was a bigger world outside the market town.

Now, he could understand the entire newspaper, but the person who agreed to give him candy was gone.

Yan Liuyuan looked at the first page of the newspaper and talked about the war between Fire and Kong's family and the movements of Wang's family.

At this time, Wang was not in a hurry to join the battlefield, but instead stationed troops on the border, waiting quietly for something.

According to Yan Liuyuan's speculation, the Wang family is just waiting for the opportunity to kill Kong family with one blow.

In fact, there is nothing special about the consortium, right? Everyone is like wild beasts in the wilderness. They will only do their best when they find an opportunity. Before the hunting begins, everyone often remains silent.

Yan Liuyuan turned to the second edition. This edition talks about the follow-up of the Holy Mountain, such as how many people entered the mountain and how many people came out of the mountain, how heavy the losses were. This edition also tells in detail that the trip to the Holy Mountain was just a trick of Anjing Temple and Fire. I don’t know who revealed it to Hope Media.

The third edition of the matter began to become boring, and it was about what the editor-in-chief Jiang Xu saw and heard in Wang's family, as well as his records of artificial intelligence, which were mixed.

The newspaper said that Jiang Xu is still in the barrier No. 61, and he will continue to observe the matters about artificial intelligence.

In the fourth edition, the newspaper began to talk about the changes in the Qinghe Group in Luocheng. The Knights organization, except Xu Ke, had all left Luocheng and disappeared.

Yan Liuyuan was just turning around slowly, waiting for his subjects to assemble.

But the moment he turned to the fifth edition, the young hero froze.

I saw that half of the fifth edition had only two lines of writing.

Don’t let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow.

61.

...

Yan Liuyuan was so familiar with this passage and knew who the passage came from. All the good memories about the refugee town were related to the other party.

That day, he saw a red spear piercing through the other person's abdomen and then swept away by the flood.

The flood was like an irreversible time, almost taking away all his beautiful visions of this world.

There are no more candies, and no new clothes are needed every year.

At that time, he was the other party’s younger brother, and now he is the new king on the grassland.

At this time, Qiqige rushed into the villa: "Bada and the others are back!"

But as soon as she finished speaking, she found that the boy was sitting alone on the sofa. The dusk was dark in the distance, covering the boy with black shadows, and was particularly lonely.

Yes, it is the king's loneliness.

Loneliness wrapped in wind, snow and thorns.

Yan Liuyuan looked up at the villa and wanted to go to Barrier No. 61 to find Ren Xiaosu.

But when I looked up, I saw the bodies hanging on the wooden fence shaking constantly, and purple-black blood was dripping to the ground.

That was the person he ordered to kill, and it was also his sorrow.

Next to the corpse, Hassan and tens of thousands of iron cavalry had gathered together, and tens of thousands of people formed a sea of ​​people. The rough iron cavalry were constantly arranged on the long street, and they could not see the end at all.

And all of these people suddenly got off the horse and knelt on one knee on the ground. The birth of Shanhu Xinwang and the barriers began to tremble.

Yan Liuyuan could see Hassan and others' expectant eyes from a distance, pious and passionate.

At this time, Yan Liuyuan stood up and silently ignited the newspaper, and then still ignited a raging flame in the villa.

The luxury and decay in the villa burned together and began to spread continuously.

Yan Liuyuan stood in the flames, looking at the flames around him, just like looking at this decadent era.

"Brother, I can't go back."

"Brother, I won't go back."

"You said don't let the sorrow of the times become your sorrow."

"But I want my sorrow to be the sorrow of this era."

Yan Liuyuan took out the black green-faced fangs and armor from his arms and put it on his face, hiding everything he had in the past.

He felt that even this era had no need to exist.

Hassan knelt in front of his horse and acted as a horse stool for him. Yan Liuyuan stepped on Hassan's back and stepped onto the horse: "Go home, triumphal!"

The warriors cheered, and someone used the automatic rifle he had just obtained to shoot into the sky. The men who came out to fight finally followed the new king and returned to their hometown.

My hometown is in the north.

...

This volume is over, next volume: The Wall of Break

Let’s say something, it’s not worth opening a single chapter. For the sake of coherence of the plot, this is still a three-in-one chapter.

I have said that the first sequence of this book may consume all my energy and energy within two years. What I want to say, what I want to express, and all my desire to express are in this book.

Sometimes it may seem a little trivial, but please give me some patience and let me finish this story well. I think it was not until this moment that Yan Liuyuan finally became himself intact.

I may, maybe, should love every character in this story more than everyone else, and hope to accompany them to their respective destiny.
Chapter completed!