Phi-Fic Chapter 460 How great it would be if Su Rou was a desert girl
Chapter 460 How great it would be if Su Rou was a desert girl
Wumuhan was standing alone outside the tent facing the wind.
The stars in the sky hung low, like a broken mirror, reflecting the dark light in his eyes.
The nineteenth princess was in a coma, and the iron chain on her wrist made a slight sound.
The moonlight made her slender knuckles almost transparent, like a crescent of snow.
Wumuhan leaned over and tried to touch with his fingertips, but stopped in mid-air.
He recalled the first time he had seen her, that year at the royal city and the council banquet. She was dancing around the fire basin in a plain brocade dress, but her eyes were as cold as the stars in the distant sky.
He thought he would forget this scene.
But the longer the years passed, the brighter that cold white became in his memory, brighter to this day, so bright that he was willing to bet the fate of the entire grassland on her looking back.
He obviously...
More fit to be king than Andre!
The twilight in the desert is like a knife, cutting into the softest part of people's hearts.
Su Rou reined in her horse and stood on the top of the sand dune, her silver armor reflecting the blood-thick glow of the sunset.
She could not hear the sound of horse hooves, but only her own heartbeat.
The heartbeat suddenly tightened due to the crying of a child in the distance.
Just on the horizon, the dust raised by Wumuhan's cavalry was circling like a dragon.
Su Rou knew that it was a hunting ground and also a cemetery.
The poplar wood fence in the center of the tribe had been knocked all over the place.
Chahan, the captain of Wumuhan's personal guard, lifted a girl of seven or eight years old with one hand, with the blade close to her throat.
The girl's mother knelt in a pool of blood, her voice already hoarse, but she kept shouting, "She has never seen outsiders! Please let her go, sir!"
Wumuhan's personal guards laughed loudly, and their laughter was mixed with the sound of barbecue being burned by flames.
Chahan glanced around at the low earthen houses and said viciously, "If you keep hiding, I will cut you down one by one! Until I cut down the tenth one—"
The knife flashed, leaving a thin line of blood on the girl's delicate neck.
The cries, the smell of rust, and the smell of boiling hot oil all exploded in the heat of the evening.
Just as Chahan was about to take another step forward, a hoarse voice rang out from deep within the mud house, "Stop, I'm here."
Deputy General Qi Feng walked out slowly, wearing torn black armor, with a blood-soaked cloth wrapped around his chest.
His back was straight, like a broken blade pointing to the sky.
His eyes swept across the herdsmen who were tied together, across the crying children, and finally settled on Chahan's face. His eyes seemed to say: If you keep your word, don't kill anymore.
Chahan sneered and waved his hand to signal the soldiers to come forward.
The thick hemp rope cut into Qi Feng's wrist bone, and blood dripped through his fingers.
Almost at the same time, another deputy general slammed the door shut and grabbed Andre's shoulder as he was about to rush out.
The man trembled: "Wang, don't move!"
There was only one oil lamp lit in the room, and the wick crackled and emitted a few sparks.
Andre was half-kneeling on the felt carpet, blood on his waist and abdomen seeping through the layers of bandages. His palms were pressed against the gap in the wooden door, his five fingers almost digging into the wood chips.
The crying of the children outside pierced his eardrums, cutting him inch by inch like a blunt knife.
Qi Feng's back gradually disappeared into the distance, like a scabbard being dragged into the abyss by the dusk.
Andre's throat moved, but only a barely audible mute sound came out.
"A Feng."
Wumuhan's people retreated to the open space outside the tribe.
They would tie the captives to the backs of horses and drag them to the camp.
Qi Feng looked back and saw the last ray of sunset sinking into the horizon. He smiled, and that smile seemed to say "I have no regrets."
Just at the moment Chahan jumped onto the horse.
Suddenly, a horn ripped through the night sky.
A light cavalry rushed out from behind the sand dunes, their silver armor like a waterfall, and in the front was a battle flag embroidered with a black-winged fire phoenix.
The rain of arrows arrived first, and the sound of arrows breaking through the air was so sharp that it seemed to tear open the night curtain.
Chahan roared and turned around, only to see Su Rou rushing in alone, her scimitar stirring up a cloud of blood.
The soldiers didn't even have time to see her face before she had accurately removed their heads.
Cha Han instinctively swung his knife to block, but Su Rou turned the blade and the back of the knife hit his wrist bone heavily. With a crisp "crack", the wrist bone broke.
Su Rou's personal soldiers rushed out from all directions like ghosts.
The formation of Wumuhan's personal guards was instantly disrupted, and Queen Cang was forced to retreat after being killed.
The yellow sand was soaked in blood, appearing a strange dark brown in the night.
Su Rou put away the knife, leaving Cha Han alone lying in a pool of blood.
She leaned over and patted Chahan's face.
She took out a scroll, [Don't play dead.]
[Where is your headquarters?]
Chahan shook his head. "If you have the guts, kill me! Our king will definitely avenge me!"
Su Rou raised her eyebrows, [Are you sick?]
Wumuhan wants to be king?
Isn’t strength the most important thing in their desert?
Didn’t Andre get that position legitimately?
What happened? Wumuhan couldn't beat him, so he was unwilling to give up and decided to rebel?
It's a bit like her situation.
But the only difference is——
She is more powerful than Ebony.
Wumuhan wanted to be king.
She didn't want to.
Su Rou wrote another sentence.
Seeing her silent appearance, Chahan suddenly laughed out loud, "Oh, I forgot, your throat is poisoned and you can't speak. If you don't want to be a mute for the rest of your life, then surrender to our king! Only our great king is your final..."
"Puchi!" Before Cha Han could finish his words, he was killed by Su Rou with a knife.
nerve.
She shook the blood off the dagger and looked at the tribe in front of her.
The door of the wooden house was closed again, and only the flame of the oil lamp was left.
Outside the house, it was as quiet as death, with only the wind blowing across the sand dunes, bringing up fine sand and hitting the door panels, making a rustling sound.
Su Rou dismounted.
Her hair was loosened by the charge, and a few strands were wet and stuck to the side of her neck.
The moonlight shone in through the crack in the door and onto her eyelashes, like a thin layer of snow.
She glanced around the dark corners of the room.
Andre was there, half lying on the carpet, his face pale but with fire in his eyes.
Su Rou was slightly surprised.
Andre was ambushed while returning to the royal city.
"Suru." Andre called softly, his voice hoarse as if it had been ground by gravel.
He already knew that she was brave and heroic, and that silver armor and that killing intent were like the harshest wind in the desert.
But when she took off her armor and stood in the light, she suddenly became as soft as a rising moon.
The collision of the two extremes made his chest feel stuffy.
Su Rou squatted down to stop Qi Feng's bleeding.
Her fingertips were cold. She touched Qi Feng's pulse and then withdrew it, lowering her eyes to hide the complicated expression on her face at that moment.
The air was filled with the smell of blood and herbs.
She raised her eyes and met Andre's restrained but burning gaze.
There was pain, anxiety, and a kind of almost panicky desire in his eyes.
The desire was too frank, like strong liquor, and just one glass would burn through her.
As their eyes met, a wind suddenly blew outside the house, causing the wooden door to creak.
The light flickered twice and almost went out.
Su Rou raised her hand to protect the flames, and her hair slid down and brushed across Andre's fingertips.
slightly itchy.
Andre moved his finger an inch and finally withdrew it.
Andre took a deep breath.
His tone was trembling with pain, but he still chuckled with a hint of stubbornness, "Miss Su...you came at the perfect time, but I owe you one."
欠？
Su Rou's eyebrows moved imperceptibly.
She never likes being called "owe".
She wanted to reply "No need to return it", but she heard Andre slowly add the next sentence -
"I owe you an answer."
He didn't wait for her to ask before he said, "I want to save those herdsmen and also protect my people."
His voice was low and hoarse.
That kind of frankness made Su Rou suddenly unable to sit still.
She raised her eyes, looked past him, and looked behind him.
Qi Feng lay quietly, his bandages soaked with blood.
The deputy general even had a smile on his face, as if he knew in his dream that his death was worthy of saving the king.
"But what you really want to do," Su Rou whispered, "is to keep everyone safe. Even if the price is your own death, it doesn't matter."
Andre's throat moved.
He wanted to say "yes", but was blocked by the aching pain in his chest.
He was afraid that once he opened his mouth, the tenderness hidden in his bones and the emotions that he had suppressed to the extreme would burst out.
"Miss Su," he whispered, "If one day, I don't owe anyone..."
[That day, you will no longer be king.] Su Rou said indifferently.
The lights flickered again.
The shadows of the two people were stretched very long, overlapping briefly on the broken wall and then suddenly separating.
The wind and sand outside the house were blowing even faster, like someone was crying, and also like someone was laughing.
At that moment, Andre wanted to reach out and touch her cheek, but Su Rou stood up first and took off her cloak to cover his shoulders.
[I will guard it until dawn.]
Andre looked at Su Rou's figure and felt a little uncomfortable.
It would be great if Su Rou was a woman from the desert, then she wouldn’t want to go back to the South.
And he could naturally use his status as a king to get her to be with him.
Andre felt inferior when he was with her. He did not dare to use his status as the King of the Desert to force her to do anything she did not want to do.
Andre felt that he was not worthy of her.
Gong Yu...
He is a nice person.
Su Rou is also very good.
As the night deepens, the sound of crying becomes hoarse.