C187 Rendering the Ancient World (4) (2/2)

And the reason why they were trapped in the encirclement of the Fenglan was because the guards were bought by the Fenglan's spies, revealing their whereabouts.

Qing Yun and Qing Xuan removed the straps on their bodies and walked out of the camp. They saw a completely different side to their own national army.

All of a sudden, the sounds of fighting from the military camp rushed into Qing Yun's ears, ”Enemy attacks, enemy attacks!” The surrounding soldiers that were pouring in constantly destroyed this neat military camp in an instant.

Fresh blood and weapons constantly filled the area. Qing Yun raised his sword and shouted, ”Since we can't stop this damned war, let it end as soon as possible!”

The Blue Rain Sword Art filled Qing Yun's surroundings, it was just that this time Qing Yun's sword was aimed at his so-called former comrade. Slash after slash ended the lives of his enemies, causing Qing Yun to become crazed. He gradually forgot himself, and forgot why he was fighting. He had become a killing machine.

In the unceasing slaughter, his sword had touched her sleeve sword. He looked at her, she looked at him, he (she) was still alive, and the comfort in his heart gradually replaced the killing. Although they were currently in different camps, this was nothing to him or her. He looked at her, he wanted to tell her of his love, she looked at him, she wanted to tell him that all this was broken by the war.

”No ~ ~” That sound was too slow, too slow, she watched helplessly as the surrounding soldiers used their long swords to pierce through his body, his blood splattering all over her face, at this moment she had become numb, she had just met him but had become eternal, her heart unceasingly crying out that this was a dream, this wasn't real, but the truth was right in front of her eyes, she wouldn't be covered up by that cry.

”Young Noble.” Qing Xuan watched as Qing Yun slowly fell, the pain in his heart surging to his heart, the sword in his hand swung even faster, but it could not save Qing Yun's life.

A sense of powerlessness accompanied with the sword in Qing Yun's body as he knelt down before her, falling into her embrace. The blood in his mouth stopped the last word he wanted to say to her.

”You! You! So ~ beautiful!” What he had said with all his might was his last compliment to her, his last farewell to her, and at that moment she was no longer as indifferent as she had been before, but very gentle. The pain of her heart being torn and torn was constantly beating against her heart, and the tears that accompanied the rain ran down her cheeks and across his face.

She hated herself for harming him time and time again, why she could never truly thank him for being unfair to her. She hated herself for being chosen by the assassin's guild to undergo all sorts of cruel training and complete all kinds of assassination missions.

Until she met him and brought her out of the assassination association, but he had accidentally killed a young master and was wanted by the kingdom. In order to save him, she had come to the poisonous thorn squad with almost no hope of surviving.

She had been hurting him. She knew his love, but there was nothing she could do. She desperately wanted to repay him, but in the end, what she got in return was his ice-cold corpse. She looked at him in her embrace as the guilt and self-blame unceasingly filled her heart. Tears gushed out like a river that had broken its banks. At this moment, she was crying like a child. She was crying so bitterly, but he was forever lying in her arms.

He came to a world filled with light. An old man stood before him. He looked at the old man kneeling on the ground. This old man was the ancestor of their family.

After the Ancestor left, he went into seclusion to cultivate. In the end, he broke through the final bottleneck and reached the transcendent Divine Emperor realm. As for the space they currently resided in, it was the starting space. The Forefather had used his divine power to show him everything he wanted to see, including Redbud and him.

He begged the Patriarch to grant him a new life, to return to that dark divine realm. The patriarch could not resist his pleas to arrange everything for him.

He waited for her to arrive in the tavern under the night sky while he drank. His handsome figure was accompanied by the flickering of the candlelight as he arrived before her. The two of them sat together after parting from each other. There were thousands of things to say in their hearts, but they didn't know where to start. He stood up and said to her, ”Meeting is fate, and parting is part of it.”

”There is no need for words of gratitude. ”Since fate is like this, cherish the love that is hard to come by, and wish you happiness.” After saying that, he left the store. The love in his heart had already become a thing of the past, and all that was left was a momentary memory. What remained in her heart was gratitude that she would never be able to repay.

He took the wine and walked down the path under the night sky, enjoying his peace. Abandoning his past, abandoning his memories of the past, he felt so relaxed. The starry sky lit up his path, illuminating an unknown destiny.

Wrong love and sorrow, no fate and no good words, leaving a person eventually become Jian Jia.

He searched the whole world for her. Where did he find her in his dreams?