After the fake death, the big bosses rushed to treat me as a widow

When Lan Xing came, the long street had been emptied, and the area around the pagoda had been replaced by the captain of the imperial army and the prince.

Rong Yi sat in the same place by herself.

He stopped crying, but still sat there with red eyes, like a child who lost his way and couldn't find a home.

There were so many guards around, but no one dared to approach him, and no one came to help him up.

Lan Xing stepped into the pagoda, and was stopped by soldiers beside him. He said coldly, "I'll pick up Ming Xing."

When he came down, he was told by Rong Yi to wait at the border of Jiang Country, and after he met his sweetheart, he would come and take him there.He waited and waited, but before Rong Yi called him, he vaguely heard the great changes in the Jiang country, and he had already heard about everything after that.

"You can't come in!" The guards around were very vigilant, "Buddha has an order,...no one should try to get close to or hurt the Guardian God!"

"Hurt? I'm here to pick him up."

Lan Xing's voice became even colder. He didn't look sideways, his fingertips glowed faintly, and he asked loudly, "Why do mortals have to be hypocritical. Since you want to harm him, why bother to torture him?"

"Who are you? I have never seen you."

Lan Xing laughed and said, "You haven't seen many things happen!"

"Wait a minute."

Qingyue rushed back from the side, sweating profusely, and gestured for everyone who stopped Lan Xing to back down.He just came back from the palace all the way, panting: "Wait,...don't hurt him,...I remember him,...he is—"

Although the boy in front of him has changed a bit, he recognized him: the boy who sowed mist and rain in Qingyue Town in the past.He has grown a lot taller than when we first met, and his clothes are more refined, but his breath is just as gloomy and cold.

He stood there with his back straight, like a pitch-black knife.

"Executor," Qingyue said in a more emphatic tone, "retire! Don't hurt him!"

Lan Xing glanced at him, and at this moment, Qingyue felt as if she was being sized up by a wolf.

Seeing him coming, Rong Yi's eyes turned red again, and he swallowed even more: "Just pretend you didn't see everything today, this should be the most embarrassing day for being a master."

"It's okay." Lan Xing half knelt down, staring at him with dark eyes, "I don't know what happened, I only know that people here bullied my master. Let's go, master, let's go back to Brahma, we don't have to come to this place again."

He stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, Rong Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, let's go. I'm a little... I can't stand up."

He stretched out his hand, his fingers trembling a little, blood slowly dripped down his wrist, it was warm.

Rong Yi's voice was very soft, and she looked weak, tears came out again: "It hurts a little, it should be the wound has opened."

He tried his best not to cry, Lan Xing leaned over to help him up, put his arms around his shoulders, and held him firmly.

Rong Yi's whole body leaned over.

At this moment, Lan Xing realized that Rong Yi was so light that he could even hug him with one hand and grasp his shoulder.This usually powerful and proud god, now also presents a delicate and fragile side, crumbling, as if... could be destroyed in an instant.

At this moment, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere... Gently wiped away his tears.

The wet eyelashes passed by the fingertips, as if they had been electrified.

Everyone around looked at them, and Lan Xing sneered and said with a sneer: "Today, what you Jiang Guo did to Mingxing Shangshen will be punished one day! Go back and tell Xiangli Feilu that he is an enemy of Tianyun. What will happen!"

Xiangli Feilu didn't come out, only the Qingyue Sword lay across the ground of the pagoda, the dark blue 30340 sword was cold and sharp, shining with the light of a weapon.

He never leaves the sword in his hand, even when he sleeps, he will hold the sword in his hand, but at this moment, the sword of protecting the country has been thrown on the ground.

Rong Yi said, "Forget it, let's go back first."

His voice was still sobbing, as if he didn't want to hear Xiangli Feilu's name again, and he said in a daze, "It hurts a bit. I need to go back and find the Kunlun God, and then, please tell the Buddha."

Rong Yi tried her best to suppress her crying, and said to Qingyue, "I will never come here again, and I will never see him again in my life."

Qingyue opened her mouth and took a step forward, but she didn't say anything in the end.

A gust of wind blew by, and Lan Xing and Rong Yi disappeared into the sky together.

Qingyue took a deep breath, picked up the Qingyue sword, walked down slowly, reached the bottom of the pagoda, and gently knocked on the gate of the underground palace.

After a long time, he heard Xiangli Feilu's voice: "...come in."

After Qingyue walked in, even though he was used to seeing strong winds and waves, he couldn't help but be surprised by the sight in front of him—Xuanyuan was still refreshed in the morning, but now he was covered in bruises and his breath was as thin as a thread.

He couldn't think that Xiangli Feilu would be so cruel.Fozi has never even unsheathed the Qingyue Sword until necessary.

Today he is really angry.

Xiangli Feilu turned his back to him, but Qingyue still felt the strong evil spirit and hostility in him, and suddenly felt a little fear, and stood there without moving.

Until Xiangli Feilu made a sound.

His voice was hoarse: "How is the palace?"

"It's all arranged. The prince has already controlled the situation. I thought...you don't know that I am planning with the captain of the guard."

"Whatever you want to do is written on your face." Xiangli Feilu said flatly. "Wait and follow me to the palace."

His voice was so calm, as if nothing had happened.

Qingyue leaned over and lowered her head, stepped forward, and presented the Qingyue Sword with both hands: "Yes."

Xiangli Feilu stretched out his hand to pick up the Qingyue Sword, and at this moment, his movements froze slightly.

Qingyue looked up, and Xiangli Feilu's eyes were blank for a moment, and he loosened his grip on Qingyue's sword, and even lost his grip all of a sudden, and his fingertips trembled a little.

But he quickly regained his senses and withdrew the Qingyue Sword.

"Master." Qingyue moved her fingers, but decided to tell him, "Rong... God, he's gone."

Xiangli Feilu said, "Yes."

The two walked out of the underground palace.

The night is gradually getting up, and when dusk emerges, the brightest stars in the night sky have already begun to be faintly visible.

Qingyue first saw Xiangli Feilu stop and looked up, and he followed suit, and then found something different—the star planet was still clearly visible, but it didn’t seem to be the same as before. It's that bright.

Qingyue remembered that he saw Rong Yi today——the stunning appearance has not changed, but the complexion is not as good as before, pale and haggard, like a paper doll.

He told him cautiously: "Young Master Rong cried a lot before he left."

In fact, it is not necessary to do this matter so utterly, or to speak so directly—what if?What if there is no such day?What if none of them had to worry?

"..." Xiangli Feilu said flatly, "From now on, don't mention him."

He turned his eyes back to the sky, and then lowered his green eyes: "He probably won't come back."

His expression is still very calm, but the fingertips holding the Qingyue Sword are still moving erratically, like a ghost with lost spirit, grasping a piece of driftwood in vain. ??w??, please keep in mind:,