Lord Shura's only favorite concubine

Chapter 18

A streak of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth, Feng Qinghan raised his head to meet Xuanyuan Junxi's angry eyes, reached out to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly stood up from the ground, and walked towards Xuanyuan Junxi.

"I'm the one who's sorry for your Xuanyuan family." After quietly saying this, Feng Qinghan waved his right hand, and the dagger in his sleeve was already in his hand at some point, and wiped it towards his neck.

Feng Qinghan moved quickly, but Xuanyuan Junxi moved faster than him, a white shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and Xuanyuan Junxi was already in front of him.

As soon as he grasped Feng Qinghan's wrist holding the dagger, Xuanyuan Junxi looked at the young man in front of him bitterly, as if he had knocked over a five-pronged bottle in his heart.

"If you die, Yue'er must blame me." Lowering his eyes, he remembered the last words Xuanyuan Yuewu said to him. Even though his heart was burning with anger, he didn't want Xuanyuan Yuewu to be unhappy under Jiuquan .

"Let's go, remember, your life belongs to Yue'er, if you want to die, you have to give her nod, otherwise, you are not qualified to die in this life." Released Feng Qinghan's wrist, Xuanyuan Junxi turned around quietly Quietly looking at the sea of ​​flames still emitting scorching heat waves, his handsome face showed no expression, and no one could see what he was thinking at the moment.

Powerlessly lowering her wrist, Feng Qinghan parted her lips, but she didn't know what to say.Standing there staring blankly at the sea of ​​flames, the hustle and bustle around him remained the same, even though the entire ancient house had turned into a sea of ​​flames, the townspeople still did not give up fighting the fire.

"Yuewu, I'm sorry." Feng Qinghan turned around and walked slowly towards the distance, holding the dagger in his hand tightly and uttering a word softly.Layers of heat waves continued to hit, curling up some tattered clothes on Feng Qinghan's body, making her thin back look even more lonely.

After half a day of fighting, the fire finally receded slowly, and there was already a strong smell of burning in the air, which made people feel uncomfortable.Countless black ashes were flying and circling in the air, and the originally cloudless sky was now covered with a faint layer of jet black.

Looking at the ancient house that had been reduced to ashes, the surrounding townspeople all had a touch of regret on their faces.As the sky slowly sank, the crowd slowly dispersed.

Many people saw Xuanyuan Junxi standing in place like a sculpture, quietly looking at the pile of ruins, feeling a little unbearable in their hearts.I wanted to go up to comfort him, but seeing his desolate expression and emptiness in his eyes, I knew that he must be extremely sad at the moment, and he couldn't listen to anything, so he sighed a few times, everyone packed up their things and walked slowly Disperse.

The night wind gradually picked up, blowing Xuanyuan Junxi's snow-white skirt, his black hair flying, and his originally clear vision gradually became blurred.

"Eldest Young Master..." Staggering back, holding the sword tightly with both hands, Xuanyuan Junxi stabilized his body.Suddenly there was a familiar soft call from beside him, and Xuanyuan Junxi turned his head involuntarily. When he saw the appearance of the person coming, his eyes, which were originally as silent as death, splashed countless waves in an instant.

"Uncle Chang, you are not dead? Are my parents and Yue'er all right?" The person who came was Chang Qi, the housekeeper of Xuanyuan Mansion. He was very kind to people on weekdays, and everyone in the mansion called him Uncle Chang.

Xuanyuan Junxi saw that he was neatly dressed, as if he had escaped from the flames.A glimmer of hope could not help but ignited in his heart, he walked quickly to Chang Qi, and asked nervously while holding his wrist.

"Young Master, Mrs. Madam and Missy have all gone..." Looking at Xuanyuan Junxi's eyes filled with anticipation, Chang Qi held his hand tightly and said to him with sobs.

Hearing Chang Qi's words, Xuanyuan Junxi's body shook suddenly, and a pair of black eyes were stained with despair again.Let go of Chang Qi's hand, turned around and looked at the ruined house in front of him, a line of tears slowly slid down his cheeks.

"Young master, you can't come back to life after death, you have to mourn. This is a letter from my master when he sent us away, and I will give it to you when I see you." Wiping away the tears on her face, Chang Qi cong He took out a letter and handed it to Xuanyuan Junxi.Thinking of the old days in Xuanyuan Mansion, tears overflowed from his eyes again.

(End of this chapter)