Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

In the courtyard, there are peach trees similar to Yuque, but the petals are whiter, dotted on the green lawn like snowflakes.

A fine iron sword is casually placed diagonally next to the stone table. An Ming is a little confused. In his memory, Fu Xuan never uses a sword, so why is there a sword here?

The bedroom is empty, with only clothes neatly stacked by the window and the purple string that holds the clothes in place.

"Senior sister?"

Just as An Ming was wondering, he heard footsteps coming from the misty hot spring not far away.

The wet pink long hair is wrapped in a bath towel, and the white feet walk through the lawn, leaving traces of footprints.

Fu Xuan walked while wiping her hair, and only raised her head when she noticed the familiar sight. When she saw An Ming, her white cheeks instantly became hot, as if blood was rushing to her head——

An Ming had never seen Fu Xuan so beautiful, not as a sister, but in the posture of a girl.

Mysterious purple hexagrams appeared around Fu Xuan like stars. The next moment, the girl tapped the ground with her toes, as light as falling petals, and slammed An Ming into the wall of the courtyard, inlaid as a beautiful work of art.

Hundreds of amber centuries later, perhaps people can still come here to admire the heroic figure of the previous generation of cloud riders.

Fortunately, Fu Xuan did not let An Ming stay in the wall as a specimen. After putting on clothes, he pulled him out again, and the blush on his cheeks had not faded.

"Good An Ming, you have learned to peek at your sister!"

Although Fu Xuan's voice was stern, it did not mean to reprimand. It was because she knew An Ming that she was so sure that there was a hidden story.

An Ming sincerely lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "Sister Xuan'er, I was wrong."

"What was wrong?"

"I didn't take the sword, otherwise I wouldn't have been repelled."

"?"

Fu Xuan took a deep breath, her pretty face flushed, which didn't make people feel scared at all, on the contrary, it only showed the cuteness of the girl's tsundere.

"Forget it."

Fu Xuan lifted his right leg, held his chin and sighed elegantly, "You came all the way from Yuque to see me, what happened?"

"I'm worried about you, Sister Xuan'er..."

"I guess that's it."

A touch of tenderness appeared in Fu Xuan's eyes, and he walked to the window and whispered, "The Third Fengraomin War has already begun, and there is no room for retreat."

"The general has sent all the Cloud Cavalry that can be dispatched to Fanghu for support, but the journey is too long, and we can't confirm the situation of the war when we arrive in Fanghu."

"Senior sister, can't you see the future?"

"I..."

Fu Xuan's face suddenly turned pale, and she couldn't breathe like a drowning person.

She couldn't do it.

She was afraid.

She was afraid.

There was only one fate.

Fu Xuan seemed to see Jingtian's figure again, and was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe.

A pair of hands tightly grasped Fu Xuan's cold little hands. An Ming's eyes were like a beacon, and the gentle light illuminated the darkness for her, "Sister Xuan'er, don't be afraid."

"If fate is ahead, all we can do is try our best and leave no regrets."

"I will go to Fanghu to stop Fengraomin."

An Ming has confirmed Fu Xuan's safety, so the next thing to do is to go to the battlefield, as the youngest Yunqi Xiaowei of Yuque, to participate in a real war for the first time.

Fu Xuan suddenly felt a pang of heartache, and the feeling of suffocation was like when she learned that Jingtian would die because of her, "Don't..." She murmured, and then let go of her hand weakly.

Yes, how could she be qualified to stop An Ming.

As a Yunqi, the battlefield is his destination and honor.

"Xuan'er."

"Huh?"

Before Fu Xuan finished speaking, warmth blocked her lips.

The peach blossoms outside the window bloomed again. Spring always comes as expected, and An Ming has long been accustomed to the presence of Fu Xuan by his side.

Not only a sister, but a more important person.

Countless nights of questioning my heart, the answer I got was the same affirmation.

Do you like my senior sister?

Yes.

I like her so much that I can't imagine that there will be someone else next to my senior sister.

An Ming pressed Fu Xuan's petite body against the wall and kissed her lips deeply.

Fu Xuan's hands gradually changed from pushing An Ming away at first to hugging.

The fortune teller can see through the future, and lying is meaningless to the fortune teller.

"Xuan'er, I like you."

After a long time, Fu Xuan stared at An Ming's eyes blankly. The violent heartbeat made her mind unable to accommodate any thoughts, but her hands unconsciously grabbed the collar of An Ming's chest.

It turned out that An Ming was much taller than her, and the little guy in the past only existed in her heart.

Pretending to be ignorant of feelings is just deceiving oneself.

The fortune teller can see through the future. All of An Ming's actions have been rehearsed in Fu Xuan's mind in advance, but she did nothing..

Just waiting quietly.

Waiting for this moment to come.

There is only one road of destiny, at least at this moment, their destiny is connected, as gorgeous as a meteor across the sky.

"Junior brother... An Ming," Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed as she gently pushed An Ming away, and her beautiful eyes like pink crystals flashed with blurred affection.

"I..."

She took several deep breaths, but still couldn't say that sentence.

An inexplicable fear tightly grasped Fu Xuan's heart, and the complex fate that she had glimpsed made her retreat.

If An Ming was killed again because of her, if that was really the case... it would be better not to start from the beginning.

An Ming rubbed her head, this time, he was taller.

The boy who was gently rubbed by his sister has now grown up.

Short-lived species are different from long-lived species, and there is no difference between seventeen years old and adulthood.

"Sister Xuan'er, wait for me to come back."

An Ming did not wait, but picked up Wu Ye from the table, leaving only a much taller back to Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan leaned against the wall and slid to the ground weakly, pursing her lips slightly. Compared with the fear in her heart, she was more afraid that she would regret not saying the last words at this moment.

"An Ming!"

She staggered out of the courtyard holding the wall, and shouted loudly to the back:

"I'll wait for you to come back--!"

The figure in the distance seemed to smile, stretched out his hand and waved, and then disappeared at the end of the field of vision.

Fu Xuan clenched her right fist. If she did nothing because of fear of fate, she would regret it.

Regret why she was so cowardly at the beginning, did nothing, and could not protect anything!

What kind of a fortune teller is that!

Fu Xuan's eyes regained firmness again, and he was ready to go to Taibusi to observe the current situation of the Fanghu battle with the help of the projection sand table.

Get more information and make the final divination, for the immortal boat and for the destiny that cannot be violated.

Fu Xuan no longer hesitated. Compared with fate, she was more afraid of losing An Ming.