The Flame’s Daughter Chapter 17:
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The situation of the world has changed suddenly!
Lie Mingjing, the owner of the Lie Volcano Village, who was in charge of martial arts for 19 years, died overnight!
In the past nineteen years, with the retreat of the Dark River Palace, with the efforts of Lie Mingjing, the situation in the world has shown a rare peace. And Lie Mingjing's death, so sudden and without warning, could not help attracting the attention of the whole world.
Lievolcano Village is full of plains.
White lanterns hung on the eaves, and the white silk was flying all over the sky in the cold winter breeze. The thick fog seemed to stay all day long, and the branches of the trees were covered with hoarfrost.
The pale word "Lien" gave a chill in the gloomy afternoon.
White joss sticks are lit in the mourning hall.
The faintly ignited air of paper candles made the silent mourning hall even more depressing.
On the red sandalwood spiritual case, a spiritual card.
The three characters "Lie Ming Jing" are engraved on the spirit plate.
Many of the guests who came to express their condolences had attended the wedding banquet held by Zhan Feng a month ago. At that time, Lie Huo Zhuang was full of lights and colorful lights, beaming with joy, Lie Ming Jing laughed loudly, his face was red...
It's so fast, it's all right and wrong.
Lie Mingjing's eldest disciple Zhan Feng and third disciple Ji Jinglei stood in front of the spirit in Ma Xiao.
Ji Jinglei Junrong is haggard, with faint bloodshot eyes in his bright eyes, his beard seems to have suddenly grown out, and he feels decadent and down.
Zhan Feng was very calm.
Be calm as usual.
He stood quietly, his eyes were dark blue, his body was as straight as a sword, and the sapphire in his right ear glowed with a gloomy light.
Yi Lang is also in front of the hall.
His head is hanging down so that no one can see his expression.
Murong received the guests with a solemn expression.
Ling Xianqiu and the other hall masters stood slightly behind.
There are a lot of visitors in the mourning hall, hundreds of people, from all schools and factions in the martial arts.
Although there are many people, the hall is very quiet.
Everyone seems to be waiting for something.
The fog gradually dispersed in the afternoon.
The disciple who had been waiting outside the village suddenly trembled and raised his voice:
"Miss is back!"
Everyone looked at the door of the mourning hall!
A month ago, at the wedding banquet of Zhan Feng, Lie Mingjing announced in public that Lie Ruge would take over Lie Volcano Village. But, can such a girl under the age of seventeen really succeed in taking the position of the No. 1 Village Owner in the world?
Which direction will such a girl lead the world of martial arts?
The snow-white silk mantle danced "whooping" in the cold winter wind!
The face of the girl in red is even paler than Bai Ling!
She's breathing a little fast.
The eyes are wide open!
She stared at the tablet on the spiritual case, and her lips lost all their blood in an instant!
Along the way, she was thinking, would it, would it be just a terrible joke, it was they who were lying to her, it was Dad who missed her too much, so he made the joke. Although Dad had never made such a joke with her, but maybe Dad was on a whim? If that were the case, she would plunge into her father’s arms and cry bitterly, blaming him for frightening her like this, and then, when she was angry, she would promise him that she would never leave him again...
She doesn't want anything anymore.
She only wants her father.
Murong walked to her in a heavy step, and put a piece of sackcloth on her shoulders. He patted her on the shoulder, he wanted to say something, but after all he just sighed.
Ru Ge's body trembled.
Looking at Daddy's name on the Lingpai, her pupils gradually tightened, and the only light under her eyes faded a little bit. She took a few steps forward, her footsteps were vain, like a person at a loss in a nightmare. However, when she walked to the front of the spirit, her back was already straight, and there was no tremor.
The huge mourning hall was silent, and the flames of incense candles flickered. Under the white spirit curtain of the windless self-dancing, there is only a solitary spirit tablet and a small white porcelain jar.
"Father? Why is there only one spiritual position?"
Her voice is quiet.
The expressions of everyone in Liehuochuangzhuang were gloomy.
Yi Lang still lowered his head: "The remains of the owner are all in the white porcelain altar."
If the song turned his head, there was a cold light in his eyes:
"Why?"
Murong next to him was secretly surprised. I thought that Ruge would panic or faint on the spot, but her self-containment and momentum were beyond his expectations.
Yi Lang bowed his head and said: "During the explosion, the owner's remains turned into ashes."
It seems that a long, long time has passed.
The silence in the mourning hall was suffocating.
Ru Ge's lips were pale and blue: "Is the investigation clear? Who did it."
Yi Lang raised his head slightly.
His gray pupils are only as big as needles.
"At the time of the third shift that night, an explosion occurred in the secret room where the master was practicing. It has been found that the explosion was caused by someone detonating six extremely powerful firearms." Yi Lang paused, and a sharp hatred flashed in his eyes." It was verified that those firearms were secretly made by Jiangnan Pilimen."
Qunhao in the mourning hall suddenly took a breath!
Jiangnan Pilimen.
The newly emerging martial arts school has developed extremely fast in recent years, and there are already overlords in the Jiangnan area. Pilimen is proficient in using various firearms with amazing power and strong lethality, and other sects are easily unwilling to be enemies with it. Lei Hentian, the head of the Pilimen Gate, is arrogant and moody, and has repeatedly provoked Liehuochuang Village and the World Without Blade City.
If the death of Lie Mingjing is really related to the Jiangnan Pilimen, then the world is bound to set off a **** storm!
Ru Ge frowned.
She looked at Daddy's spiritual position and did not speak.
At this moment, Yi Lang's eyes flashed with a dim light.
"Miss, before you return to the village, the masters of the various halls of Liehuochuang Village have discussed and decided something."
Ruge nodded, indicating that she was listening.
"The owner once announced that you are the heir to the villa, I dare not violate it." Yi Lang said, "It's just that the owner has gone there suddenly. Miss has no experience. I will discuss it--"
Ru Ge looked at him.
"Lord Yi, please tell me something."
Qunhao of the rivers and lakes watched the changes with bated breath.
Yi Lang groaned: "As a major disciple of the owner, Zhan Feng is determined and calm in doing things. It is better to let him temporarily take the position of the owner and transfer it to Miss Yu in the future."
The violent cold wind swept the fog and rushed through the door of the mourning hall, and poured in fiercely!
The white mantle dances violently!
The scented candle suddenly dimmed!
The hall is so gloomy as the night.
Ru Ge's eyes were extremely quiet, she was silent, her eyes swept to the hall masters.
Some of the hall masters avoided the line of sight, some were expressionless, some were slightly ashamed, and some looked back indifferently.
At this moment, there was a voice--
"Junior Sister does need everyone's support, but Senior Brother Zhan does not have to assume the name of acting as the owner of the village."
It turned out to be Ji Jinglei with a haggard and haggard face!
Ji Jinglei stared at Zhan Feng, who had never said a word: "Brother, help junior sister to take over the Liehu Mountain Village, Master Jiuquanxia will also be pleased."
Zhan Feng suddenly didn't hear it.
His faint blue curly hair flew slightly in the flickering candlelight, the jewel in his right ear was deep blue and dark, but there was a faint sneer on his cold lips.
Yi Lang's eyes seemed to be dead gray: "Zhan Feng only acts as the owner of the village, so many things can be handled easily." He looked at Ruge indifferently, "I don't know what the lady means..."
Ru Ge is wearing sackcloth.
The original red dress under Mai Yi has long faded away from its former vividness.
She stood upright in front of Daddy's spirit.
Her eyes seemed very calm.
But--
Her fingers are stiff and blue.
In the mourning hall, the group of gangs are waiting for Lie Ruge's answer.
Her eyelashes were raised lightly, reflecting a beautiful shadow in the dim candlelight. She stared at the cold Zhan Feng and announced--
"From now on, Zhan Feng will take over as the deputy owner of Liehuoshan Village and has the right to dispose of everything."
The winter of that year was extremely cold.
The sky seems to be always gray, the trees have all their leaves, and the pale black branches are looming in the fog that has not dispersed for days.
The ground was covered with a thin layer of frost, and it made a slight noise when stepped on it.
It has been half a month since Lie Mingjing passed away.
The inside of the volcano village is still very plain, and everyone speaks very softly, as if they are afraid of disturbing something.
Every day, leaders from different branches and rudders from all over the place come, and the Jucui Hall is discussing things all day long. Zhan Feng rarely speaks, he always listens in silence, and finally tells everyone his decision. The leaders were originally very unaccustomed, because Lie Mingjing always talked and smiled and communicated with them, and Zhan Feng was too cold and gloomy.
However, Qinghuotang Hall Master Yi Lang, who has always held a heavyweight, respected Zhan Feng, and severely punished his dissatisfaction with Zhan Feng's words and deeds. Gradually, no one could easily criticize Zhan Feng. Moreover, Lie Ruge, who nominally inherited the position of the owner of the village, has been unwell since returning to the village and has not been involved in the affairs of the village. Her identity as the owner of the house seems to be just a name.
Over time, everyone discovered that although Zhan Feng's style of acting was cold and alone, it was also very effective. The influence and status of Liehuochuangzhuang in the martial arts seemed to be stronger than that of Lie Mingjing. Gradually, everyone thinks of the word "Zhan Feng" when it comes to Lie Volcano Village.
In the bamboo forest.
There is no sunlight.
On the cold stone table, the heat of tea has faded away.
Ru Ge's fingers flicked gently on the teacup, her eyes were long, as if she was thinking about something, and there was a faint smile like tea on her lips.
Suddenly, she coughed.
Shoulder coughed and trembling, plain white clothes wrapped her thin body, she seemed to choke her lungs.
Dieyi was so anxious that her tears swirled, she rushed over to wrap her up with a thick cloak, and said anxiously: "Miss, shall we go back? It's too cold here, you won't be able to bear it!"
Ru Ge coughed and patted her hand and smiled:
"It's always boring in the house."
"But..." Dieyi was heartbroken. She knew that this bamboo forest was the owner's favorite place during his lifetime, and the young lady often had tea and laughed here with the owner.
Ru Ge tried hard to hold back his cough and said:
"Sister Dieyi, will you go back first? I want to be alone quietly."
Dieyi shook his head in panic: "No!"
Lavender came up, pulled the sleeves of the butterfly shirt, and said gently: "Let’s go. If the pain in my heart is not vented, it will be backlogged forever, I am afraid it will be worse for the body." After more than ten days, her cough worsened and her complexion became paler.
A few coughs escaped, and smiled gratefully:
"Thank you, sister Lavender."
Don't overdo Dieyi. She can't watch the lady laugh. For some reason, every time the young lady smiles, she feels that her heart is bleeding.
Lavender gently pulled Dieyi away.
Only the song is left in the bamboo forest.
Bamboo forest in winter.
The bamboo leaves are much sparse.
The bamboo is still green, as green as before.
The wind rustles through the bamboo forest.
……
...that day...
...She looked at Daddy, but didn't see Daddy's expression. ...
... Lie Mingjing has turned his body, his head covered with thick white hair, and his color is faintly reflected by the setting sun, and his shadow is also faintly red, dragging diagonally on the ground of the green bamboo forest. ...
……
That time.
It turned out to be the last time she saw Dad.
Ruge closed her eyes, and the cold tea cup was tightly held in her cold palms. The plain white cloak made her look like a snow sculpture without a trace of heating in the ice and snow.
If she knew it would be the last time she saw Daddy.
If she knew it would be the last time she could act like a baby to her father.
If she knew.
Why, everything is so sudden...
She buried her head in her arms, lying on the cold stone table, she shrank, as if she shrank into a small ball.
If, she becomes a child.
Daddy would come out smiling and tell her that it was just a joke.
There is noise in the bamboo forest!
She jumped up, her knees hit the stone bench next to her, she turned her head back in shock, ignoring the sharp pain, her eyes were horribly bright, like thousands of torches burning!
Father!
The cry with a cry stuck in the throat...
Ru Ge's body became cold inch by inch.
The plain white cloak slid to the ground.
That is Zhan Feng.
Dark blue cloth, dark gems, in the rustling bamboo wind, his thick black curly hair shone with a blue luster. He looked at Ruge, seven or eight steps away from her, and there was a faintly flashing emotion in his eyes, but he couldn't make it clear.
Seeing that Ruge suddenly turned around, staring at him with scorching eyes, then the light went out...
His hands clenched suddenly.
Ru Ge covers her lips and coughs gently: "You are here."
Zhan Feng said: "Yes."
"What's the matter?"
"It has been confirmed that a total of nine'Kirin Fire Thunder' have been produced in Pilimen, Jiangnan, and it is six of them that were detonated outside of the Master's Secret Chamber."
"How to verify?"
"Elder Feng, who specializes in making firearms in Pilimen, has admitted."
"Wind and white?"
"Yes."
Ruge coughed again.
"Didn't Fengbaiju have been expelled from Pilimen two months ago?" How credible is the statement of an expelled elder?
Zhan Feng Ning like a song, she coughed out sickly flushed cheeks.
"Yes."
When Ruge's cough is lighter, she raises her head and looks at him:
"Dad's death, is it really the work of Pilimen?" Why does she always feel that there is something strange, it seems that everything is not as simple as it seems.
Zhan Feng's pupils gradually tightened.
"You are doubting me."
His voice is as cold as a knife.
The wind, through the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves rustle.
Ruge sits back on the stone table and pours a cup of tea.
The tea is cold.
The tea is cold.
She looked up and was about to drink.
Zhan Feng held her. His hands were also cold, covering her hands, and she shivered gently.
"You are sick." His voice seemed to be stiff, "Tea cold hurts the body."
She and him have not been so close in a long time.
His palm holds the back of her hand.
She gave him a stunned look, put the tea cup back on the stone table, and then smiled: "It's fine. Thank you for your concern."
A distant and indifferent tone.
The deep blue under Zhan Feng's eyes is like a violent sea.
Ru Ge whispered: "Why would I doubt you?" She smiled and looked at him quietly, "Could I still suspect that Daddy was killed by you?" She smiled as if saying something A joke, but his eyes carefully looked at his expression.
Zhan Feng also looked at her.
The dark blue figure is stubborn and lonely.
Ru Ge held his forehead and sighed softly: "Pilimen is the most suspicious. If you confirm it is them, what will happen next?"
Zhan Feng said coldly: "Destroy it completely."
Song smiled.
"Good."
Her smile is like the snow on the bamboo leaves, and there is endless clarity.
"I will never let the person who kills Dad be spared."
Next, neither of them seemed to know what to say.
Be silent for a while.
Ru Ge held up the tea set on the stone table, which was Dad’s favorite tea set during his lifetime. She stood up and confronted Feng Feng and said, "Nothing else, I'm leaving now."
He nodded.
Song's long hair is scattered on the plain clothes, which is surprisingly thin. When the cool breeze blew, she couldn't help coughing lightly.
Suddenly--
Zhan Feng bent down, picked up the white cloak she had just slid on the ground, and put it on her shoulders.
Suddenly stunned, his steps slowed slightly.
"The prescription prescribed by the doctor must be taken on time." He seemed to be talking to the air, his voice inaudible.
The wind in the bamboo forest raised the corners of her skirt.
She finally didn't look back.
"Thank you."
She left the bamboo forest.
Zhan Feng's figure was dark blue alone in the cold afternoon.
The next day, Lie Huo Zhuang announced the world——
Jiangnan Pilimen assassinated the former owner of Lie Mingjing with a secret firearm. From then on, all the schools that continue to have ties with him have been regarded as enemies of the village. Moreover, Pilimen has long developed firearms with amazing lethality to harm one party and its ambition Bring great hidden dangers to martial arts tranquility. Therefore, Liehuoshanzhuang urged all sects of the rivers and lakes to work together to clean up the Pilimen, and return to martial arts peace.
As soon as this announcement came out, No Blade City in the world took the lead to respond.
The World Without Blades City selected 300 outstanding disciples to be dispatched by Lie Huo Zhuang.
Jiangnan Eighteen Dock, Water Boat Gang, Kongtong School, Qingcheng School, etc. also responded positively, stating that all actions are under the command of Lie Huo Zhuang.
In an instant.
The great changes in the arena have taken place.
It's night.
The bright moon outside the window.
There is a light like a bean in the window.
The soft flame dances lightly, drawing the slender figure on the pale wall.
Ru Ge did not fall asleep.
She was wearing a thick cloak, holding a book in her hand, and coughing lightly. Her face was getting thinner and thinner, and her thin shoulders seemed to shatter at the touch of a finger.
Lavender added more charcoal to the incense burner, and said softly: "Aren't you going to sleep?"
Ru Ge smiled, still looking at the book: "It's still early."
"Have you taken the medicine?" Lavender glanced at the purple sand medicine cup on the incense case.
"Ah...I forgot..."
Ru Ge smiled embarrassedly.
Lavender touched the medicine cup and said: "It's a bit cold, I'll warm it up again and bring it back."
"No need!" Ruge poured out a bowl, "It doesn't matter if it is cooler." Anyway, she has been drinking the medicine for a long time, but she has never seen it well.
Lavender did not let her drink, she moved very softly, but she was very persistent:
"Cold medicine hurts the body."
Ru Ge shook his head.
In a daze, I think she seems to have heard a similar sentence...
……
..."Tea cold hurts the body."...
...Zhan Feng's palm holds the back of her hand...
……
Lavender picked up the medicine cup, and suddenly a strange expression flashed across her face:
"I heard the maids secretly say--"
Seeing that she wanted to speak but stopped, Ru Ge couldn't help but smile and cough and ask:
"How?"
Xunyi stared at her: "I heard that Master Feng made the medicine for the past few days."
Ru Ge was startled, then laughed: "Nonsense, Brother Feng is so busy."
Lavender frowned slightly: "Actually, Master Feng, he--"
The door of the house was pushed open with a "whoop"!
Huang Cong rushed in happily, his cheeks flushed with the cold wind, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.
Ru Ge and Lavender both looked at her.
Ru Ge coughed: "What's wrong? I seem to be very happy."
Huang Cong was so happy to speak, but finally held back, and smiled at Lavender: "Sister Lavender is clearing the medicine bowl?"
Lavender gently said: "Yes. I'm going out first."
After she left, she closed the door gently.
Ru Ge put down the scroll in his hand and said with a smile: "It's mysterious, please tell me!"
Huang Cong leaned in her ear and whispered a few words.
Song is shocked!
She stood up immediately and stared at Huang Cong, so shocked that she could not speak.
The silent moonlight.
A little night mist drifted up slightly.
The milky night mist curls like smoke under the moonlight.
A few stars.
Gentle and bright in the night sky.
The cyan clothes are blowing in the night breeze.
On the wooden wheelchair, a pair of slender and pale hands. Although those hands were pale, they were reflected in the moonlight from the woods, as if there was a jade-like light.
Fireflies flew around his knees.
Yingying light is another soft starlight.
He closed his eyes.
The bridge of the nose is pretty and noble, dyed with the wind and frost that came along.
Somewhat tired.
However, he finally came here.
The sound of footsteps is like a heartbeat of surprise and joy...
Running towards the man in Tsing Yi...
He didn't hear.
Still closed his eyes, frowning as if missing someone who is most concerned about in my heart.
She suffered so many pains alone.
He couldn't be by her side.
Fireflies "pounce" and fly!
A snow-white figure rushed into his arms, clutched his clothes tightly, raised her small face, her eyes were horribly bright, as if all her life was burning in her eyes!
"You--"
She looked at him tightly, only to feel that her chest was hot, like a long-tired person who had finally found home and couldn't speak for a while.
He opened his eyes, his eyes filled with heartache pity:
"I'm late."
She has lost so much weight, her cheeks are sickly flushed, and her lips are a bit chapped. She was wearing a plain white robe and a small white flower beside her temple. Her eyes looked at him with attachment, like a child who had lost everything, and the fragile tears gathered quietly.
He touched her head:
"Is the wind and cold better? Do you still have a bad cough?"
She looked at him obsessively:
"Brother, why are you here..." He should be fighting against the Japanese army in the south, how could he suddenly appear next to her.
Yu Zihan stared at her:
"Don't worry about you."
This sentence.
She shed tears.
From the moment when I heard about Dad's bad news, all her feelings were as if they were being held down by a huge stone, unable to breathe. However, by his side, she doesn't have to pretend to be that strong. The tears ran down her cheeks and kept falling, soaking her face with tingling pain.
She cried, and grabbed his hands tightly: "You know what, they said that Dad is dead." She shook her head in a panic, "I don't believe it, how could he die like that suddenly?! Leaving the village front , Dad is still good, smiling at me, so hurting me, how can he die in a blink of an eye?"
Her tears were frantic: "I don't believe it at all!"
Yu Zihan hugged her tightly.
She stared at him frantically: "Father is not dead!! You see there is only a jug of ashes, why do you say that Dad is dead?!!! They are all lying, right?!"
She coughed up crying.
He held her tighter and patted her coughing back.
She cried and trembled all over: "But, I found a lot of places, Dad's bedroom, study, bamboo forest, lake, small road, maple forest... I looked everywhere, but... there is no father's breath... …I can’t feel Dad..."
Her eye sockets were red and swollen, and she was frightened with tears: "I can't feel Daddy anymore! Do you know? I suddenly felt that I really would never see Daddy again!!"
In the woods.
Cry loudly like a song.
Fireflies flying around dazzled him and her in the forest.
She cried loudly in his arms!
Tears and nose flooded his clothes, she was like a fearful child, crying loudly in his arms...
Tears flowed over the ice flowers in her skirt...
She cries of grief and despair into the crystal ice flower...
Binghua seems to be hurting too...
The sorrowful light faintly phantoms from the ice flower...
The top of Kunlun.
The ancient ice and snow are dazzling.
The moon shines on that ice cave.
The biting cold, thousands of years of ice and snow.
No one in the world can bear such cruel coldness.
There is only one feeling.
Holy and flawless feelings.
It can rebirth the illusion of beautiful crystals like glaze.
In the night sky, ice light seems to come from a far away place.
The ice glow condenses with tears...
Penetrate the beautiful crystal soul in the thick ice layer...
Tears in the ice awn...
The crystal soul shook painfully...
Her tears?
Yes.
Why is she so sad...
Is she sick?
Yes.
The crystals under the ice layer are struggling, causing the breathless beauty of everything in the world to appear illusory...
Do you know the cost?
The tearful ice glow seems to be sighing...
Gradually there was a crack in the ice.
But, she is crying...
In the woods under the moonlight.
Yu Zihan lifted her tearful chin:
"If Master has indeed passed away, what will happen to you?"
She was startled.
The tears slid down in a daze.
He wiped her tears with a silk kerchief: "Master loved you most when he was alive. Seeing that you are so sad, I am afraid that I am even more sad than you."
"He can't see it anymore." She looked away.
He sighed: "But, there's me." The silk parcel gently wiped away her tears, "Geer, do you know how anxious I was when I heard that you were sick?"
She lowered her head.
"Master has passed away, and I am also very sad." His voice was painful. Since he was five years old, he has come to Lievolcano Village. The master is like another father to him.
"But, you have to take care of your body." He gently wiped off her last tear. "I just cried a lot, so I should vent all the pain in my heart. Then, don't get sick in the future. OK?"
He stared at her, his eyes worried.
She stopped crying, and when the cool breeze blew, she coughed.
Yu Zihan took off the cloak on her body, put it on her body, and said: "If you can't afford to get sick, do you know how sad I will be?"
She lifted her face.
He wrapped her tightly with a cloak: "Geer..."
The light of fireflies jumps lightly.
Hazy yellow fluorescence.
Clear and bright.
He leaned over and picked her up, warming her pitifully.
For a long while, Ruge moved in his arms, looked at him, and tried to smile: "I know. Brother, I will be strong, I only cried in front of you."
He patted her: "After crying, try not to be so sad."
"...Hmm."
"Ill get better soon."
"...Hmm."
"This is a good song."
He patting her on the head again.
She took a breath and said: "Brother, I won't let myself get sick all the time...I...I still have a lot to do."
The solemnity of her demeanor made him ‘listen’ carefully.
"Father's death, I always feel strange." She slowly said, "Brother Feng thought it was done by Jiangnan Pilitang, but..."
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head slowly: "I can't tell you, maybe I'll have some clues after a while. And..." She hesitated, "Temple Master Yi and Brother Feng..." When Dad was alive, she always felt that Yi Lang She is hostile to Zhan Feng, and Zhan Feng has always avoided her. But recently...
Jade has been thinking for a long time since the cold.
Then he said: "Geer, come with me."
Ruge is slightly startled.
There is endless concern in his eyes: "The situation in Liehuohu Village is complicated, and I can't be by your side. Although you are the owner of the master's father's order, you have never interfered in the affairs of the village."
"Are you afraid that I am in danger?"
He pondered: "Everyone is not guilty, but he is guilty."
The moon in the sky is as bright as a silver plate, and the faint mist is like a curl of white gauze, and fireflies have already flew away at some point.
The woods are very quiet.
Thinking quietly like a song.
She finally shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I really want to go with you. I never wanted to be the owner of this village. However, Dad gave me the Lie Volcano Village." She bit her lip and her eyes gradually changed. Be bright, "Liehuochuang Village has officially become enemies with Jiangnan Pilimen, and there is going to be a **** storm in the martial arts. At this moment, I can't leave."
Yu Zihan seems to have known that she would make such a decision a long time ago.
Although, he wants to take her away and keep her away from the turmoil in the martial arts. However, no matter where you go, as long as there are people in the world, there will be endless problems to face.
He wants to protect her so that she will never worry.
However, she has grown up.
Ru Ge holds his hand, shakes it lightly, and smiles:
"Don't worry about me, I will protect myself."
Her smile is bright:
"I am Dad's most proud daughter."
Two hours later.
When Yu Zihan left the woods and the wind and dust rushed back to the distance, it was already the darkest hour of the night.
Huang Cong supported Ruge and looked at her curiously: "Huh? It's just a while, but your complexion seems to be much better."
Ru Ge coughed slightly: "Where is it so fast."
Huang Cong smiled wisely: "I knew it, the prince would soon get better from your illness."
What? She seemed to be suffering from lovesickness. However, just now I cried bitterly in Brother Jade's arms, the depression in my heart really eased a lot, and his head seemed to be refreshed.
The two walked slowly.
Yu Zihan's arrival this time is contrary to military discipline, so it is very secretive. When they came out to meet, they didn't take a sedan chair. Fortunately, the woods were very close to the backyard of Liehuoshan Village, and they were there when they talked.
Along the winding road in the village.
The small road is next to the lake.
The fog in the lake is getting thicker.
The moon seems to be hidden.
The night is getting dark.
Huang Cong rubbed his hands as he walked, he breathed: "It's too cold, it's almost freezing people's hands!"
Ru Ge stuffed her warm hands.
"How can you, you are still sick!"
Ru Ge wrapped the cloak tighter: "I am thicker than you wear, not cold."
Huang Conglian claimed to be thankful, put his hand into the warm fox fur handwriting, sucked on his red nose, and said: "It's so cold, except for us, I'm afraid no one in Zhuangzi is walking..."
Ru Ge's eyes suddenly looked to the front left.
The footsteps stopped.
Mumbling: "Not necessarily."
The lake in the night, the mist is rising.
The vast white fog is mysterious and strange in the dark night.
There are two people by the lake.
One person has a blue coat, curly hair, and a faint gleam in the gem on his right ear.
The other man was red, barefoot, and long hair that could almost be scattered on the ground. A fine gold wine glass between his fingers seemed to be laughing loudly, but no sound came out.
The trail.
Ruge talked about Huang Cong and pointed to the man in red: "Can you see him?"
"Yes!" Huang Cong smiled, "The Lord Zhan seems to have been awake all night recently. I heard from the maids that he often sits in the deserted lotus pond all night."
Ru Ge was startled.
Then she sighed: "I mean, can you see the man in red?"
"The man in red?"
Huang Cong's eyes widened and looked into the night. She rubbed her eyes, looked at it again, and smiled: "Are you dazzled? There is only Young Master Zhan, obviously wearing blue clothes, how could it be? Where is the man in red?"
Ru Ge was surprised: "Can't you see?" The man in red appeared like a ghost every time.
"Nothing, what am I looking at," Huang Cong muttered, suddenly, "Oh, Lord Zhan seems to see us!"
Zhan Feng turned around from the lake.
Far away, his eyes fell on Ru Ge.
He looked at her thin shoulders wrapped in a white cloak, her slightly swollen eye sockets and the remaining embarrassed tears on her cheeks.
Zhan Feng came, only one step away from Ruge.
"Have you cried?"
His voice is low and his eyes are tight.
Ru Ge suddenly felt the tears on his face sting slightly.
She avoided his sight: "I'm going back."
"Where did you go?"
Zhan Feng asked.
Ruge coughed lightly, tightened the plain white cloak, slowly raised his head, and said: "Brother Feng, I am a little tired and want to go back."
Zhan Feng froze.
For a long while, looking at her, a soft blue gleamed slowly under his eyes.
"The cold has not healed, don't go to bed too late."
Ru Ge is secretly surprised, Zhan Feng has always been stubborn, if he doesn't get the answer he wants, he won't give up easily. She couldn't help but glanced at him, but she just happened to touch his deep blue eyes.
"Thank you."
She turned to leave, and finally couldn't help but look at the man in red by the lake like blood.
The white mist of the lake in the middle of the night is curling up.
The man in red looked up and drank a glass of wine. The golden wine glass was exquisite and small, shining brightly in the night. The wine glass should not contain too much wine, but he was in a trance and was already thinly drunk.
Stepped barefoot on the cold ground.
The blood-red clothes were blown and danced fiercely by the night wind.
"Who is he?"
Ru Ge looked at the man in red.
Zhan Feng's pupils shrank suddenly!
The man in red seemed to hear a song like a song, and turned his face slightly.
The pale and transparent skin seems to have been with the devil in the **** day and night; the thin lips are as bright as the first spurt of blood in life.
A red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows.
The eyes are filled with the most profound affection, but if you look closely, it is actually cruel indifference and ruthlessness.
On the trail, Huang Cong rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Why does Ruge always think there is a "man in red" by the lake? There was clearly only a cloud of white mist.
Zhan Feng's voice is very strange: "You... can see?" The enchantment set by that person, no one in the world can penetrate.
By the lake.
The man in red is also looking at it like a song.
The plain white cloak, the thin and beautiful face, the stubborn and bright eyes, seem to have just cried, and there are some tears on the cheeks.
She should not wear white.
The man in red picked up the wine glass and moved away like a song, with a voice as soft and charming as the waves at the bottom of the lake:
"I am Dark Night Luo."