Yan all over the world

Chapter 36
Royal wealth is the most impermanent!

There was a slight sobbing sound, which resounded in the hellish hall where the flames, scorched smell, and corpses coexisted, faintly far away, and could not go away.

I felt cold all over, and slowly picked up the steps, the corner of the silver-white robe brushed against the ground, and the spots were instantly scorched black, dripping like tears.

Along the way, wide-open eyes, whitish pupils, bluish-gray or scorched skin, distorted death...

Severed, scattered stumps...

At the end, I simply closed my eyes. I am as strong as I am in this human tragedy, and I cannot bear it lightly.

The sobs lingered in my ears, I opened my eyes, and immediately saw the young man kneeling in front of several corpses in the hall, propping his elbows on the ground, his long jet-black satin hair scattered all over the floor, his soft sobs were exactly the same. Came from his buried face.

I carefully bypassed the piled up corpses and walked in front of him. I saw a male corpse among them. Although it was burnt to pieces, I could still see a tall body with broad shoulders and a broad body. He was wearing a crown of jade. The nine chapters of Dagon's uniform are actually the orthodox crown and uniform worn by the pro-dynasties when they paid homage to the temple.

His face is still well preserved, but he doesn't have the tragic cry of those people, his face is calm, but there is a slight sense of sadness between his brows.I watched him die in such a dignified and calm manner, without any panic, and thought that he deserved to be the general of hundreds of battles, the king Zhu Bo of Hunan with all-round talent in both civil and military affairs.

It's just such a situation, it can be explained that the tragedy of the Xiang Palace was not an attack, but a planned suicide. What kind of accident could make the former emperor and prince, the noble King of Xiang, desperate and choose such a tragic ending?

At this time, the young man was kneeling upright, he was stroking the corpse and weeping. There was a young male corpse, also in formal clothes. Said: "Zi Wang, Zi Wang, why are you like this..."

In the afterimage of the fire, his back was thin and his shoulders were trembling. My heart was so miserable that I was about to cry, but I couldn't bear to see him like this again. He heard the young man behind him wailing suddenly: "Zi Wang! Mu Xin is late!"

"Mu Xin!"

I was shocked, turned around immediately, and was about to grab him to ask for clarification, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a huge beam on the roof, and finally couldn't stand the long burning, it broke from it, and with a bang, half of the beam, holding the flames, went straight Throw it straight at Mu Xin!

Mu Xin was immersed in sadness.Unconsciously, motionless.

"brush!"

A silver light flashed, and a galvanic missile quickly circled around Mu Xin's waist. With a flick of my wrist, I yelled softly, "Get up!"

In the palace where the flames kept falling like meteors, Mu Xin rose up in response to the sound, her long hair fluttering, and she fell backwards all the way to my side.

Almost as soon as his body left the dangerous place, the crossbeam immediately smashed down, burning those corpses violently again.

Mu Xin let out an exclamation, and was about to pounce on him, but with a tug of my wrist, I pulled him back, and said sharply, "The dead is gone, and will turn into ashes in the end, look away!"

He was shaken all over, turned his back to me and stopped moving. After a long time, he murmured: "It doesn't matter if it is burned, in the next life, don't ask me to be reborn in the Emperor's house..."

At this time, the fire started again and became more and more fierce. The heat has already forced people to stand up. Although He Lanyou's robe is a good thing, it blocks a lot of heat, but it is not a diamond armor after all. Staying here, no more hesitation, grabbed his sleeve and shouted: "Let's go!"

Mu Xin sighed sadly, and was about to stand up with me, when suddenly her expression changed, and she shouted: "Be careful!"

He swooped over and pushed me down. He used too much force in his desperation, and he couldn't stop himself. The two of them immediately fell down and rolled out.

I was still in shock when I heard the sound of a heavy object falling behind me. Looking back, it was a red sandalwood mirror frame behind me. Because the frame was burned, it fell down. Mu Xin stood opposite me, and she understood.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and forced a smile and said, "It's all right now, we both saved each other's life, so it's even." Suddenly I found that I was still in his arms, and the two of them were entangled in an extremely ambiguous state, so I couldn't help but His face turned red, and he hurriedly struggled to get up from the hot ground.

Mu Xin let go of his hand slowly, but his eyes were fixed on me, and tears gradually came to his eyes. When I got up, he still didn't know how to move, and murmured: "Could it be that I was dead just now, so I saw you?" it's your turn?"

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt something weird on my face. I touched it, and sure enough, the mask had fallen off when I fell just now.

Mu Xin stared blankly at me, her complexion was snow-white, her clear eyes were full of confusion, the sadness was so deep that it almost made me lose my mind.

"Huai Su, you really are immortal. I have thought about your appearance many times when I grow up, and I want to see you at a glance when I meet you in the next life, but you are more beautiful than I imagined."

"It turns out that I can see you like this when I'm dead. I'm really wrong and stupid."

"I should have accompanied you earlier."

"Your death was originally my fault, but I have been greedy for life for so long."

He slowly stretched out his hand, and his cool fingers lightly touched my cheek, as if stroking a peerless treasure: "Huai Su, so I missed you for many years."

I closed my eyes and couldn't make myself ignore the infinite affection in his tone. I just felt the soreness in my eyes and the sadness in my heart. The lively, bright, proud and stubborn young man approached me with such clear smiles and frowns. I suddenly understood why I saw him. It feels familiar but cannot be recognized at a glance.

When he was a teenager, Mu Xin was as bright as the sun, clear and crisp, with a bit of cuteness and awkwardness hidden in his compelling vigor, but now he is clear and clear, but as melancholy as the moon and as indifferent as ice. The long-term sorrow and self-blame have been polished, and there is nothing left.

The boy left in my memory has changed so much that I dare not recognize him.

Could it be that he has always thought that his recklessness killed me, and has been living with this heavy crime for seven years?
So he became the man who looks aloof and indifferent on the outside, but soft and desolate on the inside?

Who is more cruel?
Is it me, or that drunk teenager?

(End of this chapter)