Chapter 29: Yellow sand

It seems that after reading for so long, I'm afraid that it's about to dawn, and I shouldn't delay it anymore.
Thinking that there was probably nothing important, he hurried forward a few clips, ready to cut out.
I never thought that it would be a shock when I flipped it over. Some people came from the poplar forest where few people came. A group of six or seven men in black were mostly masked, except for Yun Biyun.
He was very tired, his eye sockets were deep, and in just half a month, he could not see the original look.
The man in black quickly selected the place and dug it down. Yun Piyu leaned against the tree without saying a word, holding his left arm in his right hand, and seeing that his left hand was dead.
"What do you dig him now?" Yun Piyun said unclearly. "Even if he did die after one day of autumn, Qin Ling must have felt strange because of the night brakes. I'm afraid he might not believe it."
The swordsmen in black didn't answer, they were still digging quickly, and soon turned out a blue and purple corpse.
The body was thrown to the ground, and a piece of jade was rolled out of his robe. Yun Biaoyu squatted beside him, holding the piece of jade, and he lost sight of him for a moment.
One of them had a high bundle of black gold ribbon and waved his hand, the others backed away. He squatted down and checked carefully to make sure there were no other injuries, and he measured the size of the sword injury on his chest.
"One inch and two cents," the leader of the black ribbon sneered.
Two of them answered and gave their swords in their hands. He took out one by one and glanced, and picked the first one: "Yes."
Yun Bi's eyelids jumped and his chest was cold.
The black sword with black ribbon is extremely fast, and the sword has been returned to the sheath between breaths, and half of the blood has not been brought out, and Yun Bizhen fell to the ground. The people around him quickly took out the clothing accessories on Qin Kezou's body and replaced them with Yun Biyu, throwing him back to the pit and burying him roughly.
He was buried a little bit under the cover of yellow sand and fallen leaves. He was still breathing shortly, and was not dead, only his eyes were scattered. Gradually, the situation disappeared.
I would like to ask him what he is thinking at this moment.
Don't regret it after all?
"Is it necessary?" Someone could not help asking.
"If it's not necessary, it can't be better." The black ribbon man said lightly, "Since the master's play is decided to be performed, it must be a complete set."
He straightened and said, "Yecha went mad, and yelled at the Lord himself-this is the truth for the future. For Yecha himself, it is no exception."
I cut back to reality from the record, and I couldn't be calm for a long time. I thought about it while holding the sculpture, and my heart became more and more unpleasant.
Gu Qu has a clear love and hatred, and there is a choice, I like it very much. Qin Qi was poisoned by his love, never complained, and was a gentle person. Even Yun Biyun, seeing him buried in the yellow sand, I actually feel that after all, he is a poor man ...
I think of Ye Tan and say: Everything in this world, no matter how good I am, I can't save anyone after all.
Why am I not?
I claim to be the of creation, but how can I resolve these disputes and make everyone happy?
I rubbed my brows and looked down to see a sword in the open space in front of the bed.
That rough and poor sword was meticulous, just like Yecha did when he gave his farewell to Qin Qigongzi.
Suddenly my heart was cold and I walked out.
He still knelt upright in the poplar forest, the autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were full of shoulders.
Suddenly, I felt the weight of life and death. My heart was full. It was good to be alive, and enough to live.
As long as you are alive, there is room for redemption.
I tiptoe behind him, forcing myself to calm down first.
"You're right." Ye Tan spoke first.
He said, "I'm a blade that can't tell right from wrong."
"I thought ... I thought ... I really listened to the host, saved the person the host liked, and saved the two from the chaos. But ... if ... if the host was never poisoned ..." he Bending down in pain, I hope I can't bury myself in the long yellow sand too. "My stigma for so many years ... It turns out not to be wrong."
His nails were embedded in the palms, and blood poured over.
Seeing my heart pounding, I took his hand and tried to smooth it.
Ye Tan felt my strength, slowly turned his head, his eyes were dead: "Your internal strength is restored." He paused, as if with a shocking smile, as if relieved, "then ... I don't need to worry You ... "
He really wanted to decide himself.
"Yetan!" I was a little angry, "Did you forget who your current owner is?"
"But I should have died three years ago." Ye Tan whispered softly, "I should have been lucky to meet you."
"What if you were cheated?" I asked.
Ye Tan did not answer, his expression was stunned.
"Adam. I thought you had your own reasons, so I never forced to ask you. But now, I find that you are just one of the victims of being cheated." I looked at the blood on my palm, and felt distressed, Gently lick and clean. This is how much effort I've lost a little bit to raise a good body.
"Then I can't leave you alone anymore." Ye Tan watched me silently clean up the blood on his hands, tear his clothes and wrap it, and stared at him seriously, "Atan, later I must intervene in your affairs, and I will not let go of the questions you do n’t want to answer. Do n’t blame me.

I think I may not save everyone.
But in front of this, in any case, he must also protect him.