Being a woman of high status, I give everything just to live

Time passed quickly. The sun had completely set in the west and the sky was gradually becoming a little dark.

A chariot stopped in the air above Shanyu City.

This chariot was luxurious and domineering. Four mythical beasts as big as small mountains pulled the chariot. Their hair was golden, with a pair of fangs exposed and a pair of wings.

When people in the city saw the chariot in the air, they all widened their eyes.

"Daddy, what is that? It's a big flying tiger..." A little girl in ill-fitting clothes pointed at the giant in the sky and asked curiously to her thin father with a headscarf covering his face.

"Don't point, go home quickly." The little girl's father was also afraid and quickly picked up his child and ran home in a hurry.

At this time, he could only feel at ease when he saw his wife, the pillar of the family.

"Immortal, there is an immortal sitting on the immortal beast." An old man saw this scene, threw away his crutches and bowed his head.

.........

The people in the carriage seemed to have not seen what was happening below.

The carriage had been suspended in midair for quite some time, and there seemed to be a sound just now.

Si Xun held the door frame of the carriage with a somewhat unsteady step and came to the front.

At this time, he seemed to be short of oxygen, his little face was still flushed, and his waist-length silver hair was a little messy and fluttering in the wind.

He raised his white lotus-like jade arms, and his slender fingers like green onions untied the red silk hair rope and bit on his bright lips. He began to grab the silver hair with both hands and tied it again.

He practiced the skills, and the silver-white spiritual energy emerged from his body. After he was in a better state, Si Xun lifted the curtain of the carriage.

This scene made Jiang Zhi behind him want to bring his little fox back again and go to Xi Village tomorrow.

"My wife, can I stand there?" Si Xun pointed to the huge head of the golden tiger flying beast and looked back to ask Jiang Zhi.

Looking at her, the boy's eyes slightly dodged, and he didn't know what he remembered, and his pretty face, which had just been cooled by the evening breeze, became hot again.

"Yes." Jiang Zhi looked at his little fox and smiled.

After getting permission, Si Xun jumped lightly onto the head of a golden tiger flying beast.

"You are not allowed to bite me. My wife asked me to stand on your head." The boy stood on the head of the golden tiger flying beast, looking at its sharp teeth that were bigger than his whole body, and said a little worriedly.

"Roar." The golden tiger flying beast roared softly, as if it understood the boy's words and responded.

"........."

The eight guards riding flying beasts around looked at the actions of their young master's man, and secretly looked at each other, as if they were looking at each other to see if the other was laughing.

The boy was really too likable.

Si Xun's pair of fox eyes looked at Shanyu City below, and there seemed to be bright moonlight in his pupils, which added a little coldness to his natural charm.

"There, in that direction." After observing for a while, the memory of childhood vaguely emerged in his mind, giving him a rough direction.

He wanted to take out the flying magic weapon from the storage ring, but the next second he was hugged from behind by a familiar embrace.

"Wife..."

Feeling that the embrace seemed to be warmer than usual, the young man gently stroked her shoulders with a smile.

Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the little fox in his arms. This little man is really...

"I won't make trouble, wife." Finding that her body temperature rose again, Si Xun immediately leaned in her arms and did not move.

With Jiang Zhi's speed in the middle stage of the sixth level of the spirit, he came to the approximate direction mentioned by the young man in an instant.

"This..." Si Xun looked at the bottom and was shocked.

There was indeed a small village below, but it was not consistent with his childhood memory. This was a world of difference.

In the original memory, the village not only did not develop, but why was it even more dilapidated?

The clear stream in front of the village in my memory has now become turbid and seems to smell bloody.

I didn't look at it carefully just now, but now I look closer. On the higher ground in the distance of Shanyu City, another smaller new city rises from the ground. The walls are very high and there are guardrails. It looks like a military camp, but there are also many ordinary people walking in the city. These people are dressed gorgeously and seem to be businessmen.

Now I look at Shanyu City again, it is simply a dilapidated slum.

The residents in the city are all covered in dirt and pale.

The two cities are compared, as if one is in heaven and the other is in hell.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit." Jiang Zhi seemed to sigh at this time, and also said it as if stating the facts.

She has a high level of cultivation and can see farther than the boy.

She has seen everything since she got out of the carriage. In Shanyu City, she can even see soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons doing whatever they want.

If the man she likes has someone else's wife, she will stab him directly.

The city was shrouded in gloom, without any vitality, and most of the people were elderly.

There was no young man on the street, all of them were old and sallow, and there were basically no young women. It seemed that they were captured to work as coolies.

"Grandpa." Si Xun understood it now, no matter how slow he was to react. He hurriedly tried to struggle out of Jiang Zhi's arms.

The territory here originally belonged to the Zhaolin Dynasty, and now it is ruled by the Fenglang Dynasty.

These Fenglang Dynasty soldiers do not regard the people of the Zhaolin Dynasty as human beings.

But what he couldn't figure out was, would such a tyrannical rule of the dynasty really last long?

Could it be that the emperor of the Fenglang Dynasty of this generation is a tyrant?

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but now Si Xun would not consider these answers at all.

He just wanted to go to Xi Village to see how his grandfather was doing?

Jiang Zhi was not careless either, holding the boy and flashing to the village gate.

"It shouldn't be..." Si Xun touched the ground with his feet, and ran towards the village with a light step of several dozen feet.

In less than a few breaths, he locked a small courtyard with his memory.

Looking at the old wooden door, the boy pushed it open with great trepidation.

Creak——

There was no bolt on the door, or the bolt was broken.

Entering the yard, it was a mud yard, there were no potted flowers and plants in the yard, there was only a stone mill there, and there were many fallen leaves on the ground swept into a pile.

Seeing this scene, Si Xun was finally not so trepidation.

Someone cleaned the yard, which meant that there were still people living in the yard.

"It's over. What has Old Xu done?"

"These people are coming here aggressively. Old Xu may lose his life this time..."

"These people are really going too far. They capture young women as laborers and men for their pleasure. Now they don't even let go of old bones?"

.........

At this moment, Si Xun noticed the sound of conversation coming from the originally quiet village. Some villagers opened the window and half of their heads were exposed, or they gently pushed the door open and looked over here.

Although they spoke very quietly and ordinary people could not hear them, Si Xun could hear them clearly.

After hearing someone say "Old Xu", Si Xun felt at ease.

Because "Old Xu" is what some villagers call their grandfather.

Creak——

Just then, the small house in front was suddenly opened from the inside, and an old man who looked to be over 60 years old, wearing shabby rough clothes with patches of various sizes, walked out. His gray hair, which was already a few black hairs, was tied up and wrapped with a rough handkerchief.

When the old man saw the guards with swords behind Jiang Zhi, his eyes turned red, and a small figure flashed in his mind, a small figure who was dependent on him.

Every time he was busy, the little figure would wash the dishes and learn to wash clothes. After washing, he would happily pull him to see it, calling him grandpa and seeking praise.

The memories were broken, and looking at the people in front of him, the old man trembled as he raised the walking stick in his hand.

"You beast, you are worse than a beast!"

"You want my life, right? Come on, I don't have many years left anyway."

.........

Usually, he would hide far away from these people, hoping to see that little figure miraculously come back one day.

But in today's situation, he knew that he couldn't wait any longer, so he gave up, and vented the anger that had been pent up for more than ten years.

"Grandpa."

Suddenly, the sudden "Grandpa" made the old man's voice stop, and he looked at the young man in white in front of him in surprise.

This grandpa was choked with sobs, and he looked at the young man carefully, his eyes were staring at him with tears flashing.

"You...you...a bit like, no, the hair is not white, the old man remembers it clearly, my son's hair is black..." The old man looked up and down at the young man with a pair of eyes that seemed to be unable to see things clearly, and kept muttering.

"Child, you..." He looked at the boy again, wanting to ask something, but the boy had already walked over and knelt in front of him.

"Grandpa, take a good look, I'm really Xun'er. When I was young, you hid the needle on the door of the room to prevent me from touching the needle and thread, fearing that I would prick my hand. It was so high that I couldn't reach it even with a stool, and I fell down."

When the boy said this, the old man's mind seemed to roar with thunder, and the cane in his hand fell to the ground, but he seemed not to know it.

"Xun... Xun'er, child..." He touched the boy's cheek with his weathered hands, and at this moment, the old man's tears could no longer be restrained from sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

He squatted down, even though his hands couldn't stop shaking, but he still hugged the boy.

Just like that rainy night that year, he held the crying baby abandoned on the roadside in his arms.

"I'm back, I'm back..."

"Yes, Xun'er is back, Grandpa."

.............

The grandfather and grandson hugged each other for a while. With Jiang Zhi around, the curious villagers didn't dare to come over.

"Get up, kid, the ground is cold."

The old man helped the boy up, looked at the boy in front of him, couldn't stop crying, and could only wipe his tears with the corner of his clothes.

"Oh, is Si Xun back?"

Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded from outside the yard, and a man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties walked over with a orchid finger pinched, his face smiling like a chrysanthemum.

"You...you still have the face to come..." Although he didn't go to see the person, the old man was so angry that he trembled when he heard the voice.

"Grandpa." Si Xun quickly comforted his grandfather, and then looked back at the source of the voice.

Looking at the person, the boy seemed to remember something, his eyes changed instantly, and his pair of slightly red fox eyes were cold.