In the twenty-five years since he became a descendant of the Ning family, he has been in a state of muddling through.
Anyway, the Ning family's business is big enough and the family fortune is rich enough. He just needs to spend a little effort to maintain it. Why bother to think about other things?
It was only today, like a bereaved dog fleeing here, facing the scorched ashes and wasted lives on the ground, that he suddenly understood that wealth was vulnerable to absolute power.
If you want to live, if you want to live gloriously according to your own wishes, you must fight for power.
He clenched his palms tightly, his heart becoming more and more determined under the influence of the anxious air.
From now on, I can no longer be that romantic and uninhibited eldest son of the Ning family.
Tuanzi wiped away his tears and nose, and asked him tearfully: "Sir, those people will definitely continue to search, where should we hide next?"
"No more hiding." Ning Youan suddenly raised his head and looked at the unburned flames in front of him, his eyes even more intense than the flames, "I want to fight Qi Sheng to the death!"
Tuanzi thought that he was being stimulated and wanted to make trouble in the palace. He was so frightened that his face turned pale. When he realized what he was doing, he hugged his waist and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Sir, let's try another method. No matter how thick the skin is, we can't stop him."
Can’t hold back the knife!”
"Who asked you to block the knife? Pig head!" Ning Youan glanced at him with disgust, broke away from the restraints and walked away.
How could a small businessman like him be able to fight against the powerful prince? If he wanted to win, he would naturally have to fight against him. How could he charge forward with a real sword and a real gun?
He is not a fool.
Tuanzi chased after him, "Sir, don't be impulsive. It's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. We are still young and can wait another twenty years..."
The master and the servant ran and chased each other. They didn't get far when they tripped over something and both fell into a mud pit.
Ning Youan is at the bottom, Tuanzi is at the top, and they are pressed tightly.
"Dead pig head!"
Ning Youan's earth-shattering curses rang out in the wilderness.
Then came Tuanzi's aggrieved voice: "Master, I, I didn't mean it."
and another man muttering: "What's wrong with me?"
The master and servant both turned their heads at the same time and met a pair of shining eyes.
The quiet night made those eyes look particularly strange.
"ah!"
Tuanzi screamed and crawled into Ning Youan's arms.
"Get out! Get out of my way!" Ning Youan subconsciously raised his legs to kick him. It didn't matter if he didn't move. The pain would make him feel like he was going to the sky when he moved.
"Young Master, Brother Tuan, are they you?" The man in the grass recognized their voices and asked in surprise.
Ning Youan paused and turned his head to look at the man. The fire flickered out, outlining the man's hazy figure, "Uncle Wang? Are you still alive?"
He felt happy and quickly pushed the dumpling away and got up. The moment his left leg hit the ground, another sharp pain hit him.
"Ouch!" He screamed in pain, staggering and about to fall to the ground again. Fortunately, Uncle Wang had quick hands and quick eyes and grabbed him temporarily.
"Master, are you injured?"
Ning Youan grinned and moved his left leg. The knee was sore and painful, and he couldn't use any strength at all. It was probably broken.
"Tuanzi, you did a good job!"
Before the sharp blade of vengeance could be raised, before he could step through the gate of the palace, he was crushed and fractured by one of his own people. How fucking outrageous!
Tuanzi realized that he might have gotten into trouble, and he kept apologizing with his neck curled up like a quail.
"I'll settle the score with you later!" Ning Youan gave him a vicious look and turned to ask Uncle Wang: "What happened? Why did Zhuangzi suddenly catch on fire?"
Uncle Wang was stunned when he heard this, "Aren't you at the scene? Why are you still asking me?"
Ning Youan frowned in confusion and said smoothly: "I just got here."
"Hey, this is strange, I clearly heard your voice just now." Uncle Wang scratched his head in confusion.
Ning Youan realized that something was fishy, so he calmed down and said, "Tell me what you saw from beginning to end, and ignore my voice."
Uncle Wang didn't reply directly. He turned around and looked around as if he was looking for someone. After making sure that person was not there, he said, "This matter has to start with the smoking girl."
"Smoking?" Ning Youan looked stern, "She's back?"
Uncle Wang nodded, "She came back not long after you left. At that time, I thought she had forgotten something, so I asked her a few questions, but what do you think she said?"
"She said she was here to solve the problem. I didn't even understand what she was talking about. Suddenly a gust of wind blew in the courtyard. It was so strong that it directly blew me, my wife, my son... and...
Many people were swept away!"
Uncle Wang danced and gestured for a while, "Then I landed here. I seemed to have fainted for a while. When I woke up, I heard someone talking in the village. It was a mess, as if they were quarreling."
"One of the voices is particularly easy to recognize..." The voice paused, coughed twice and continued: "It belongs to you, the eldest young master. You said that the descendants of the Ning family would rather die than become traitors. Not long after you finished speaking, Zhuangzi started to burn.
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"I said that? Are you sure it was me?" Ning Youan frowned and asked.
"I originally wanted to go over to put out the fire, but it seemed like a big rock was weighing down on me, and I couldn't use my energy at all. When I was in a hurry, I suddenly saw the smoking girl, and she was sitting on that roof..."
Uncle Wang pointed to the area that was flattened by the fire, "It was like a wooden pile. The fire didn't move the body even though it was burning. I was almost frightened to death. I shouted desperately, 'Smoking girl, get out of the way, you will be safe.'"
It's a dead man', but no matter how I open my mouth or how hard I try, no sound comes out."
"Then I saw that she had become deflated, just like the white-flour steamed buns that had just come out of the cage. They were originally bulgy, but when I patted them with my hands, they deflated to only the skin."
Uncle Wang exhaled with lingering fear and asked Ning Youan: "Master, is she some kind of monster in human skin?"
"Eldest Young Master?"
Ning Youan seemed to have lost his soul and remained silent for a long time. It was not until Uncle Wang pulled off his sleeves that the lost soul returned to its place.
He held Uncle Wang's wrist and asked with a trembling voice: "Where is she now?"
Uncle Wang shook his head blankly, "I don't know. She disappeared after she became deflated. I feel like she should have left. After all..."
Before he finished speaking, Ning Youan suddenly let go of his hand and limped towards the direction he pointed just now.
"Smoke! I know you haven't gone far, come out!"
"Didn't you ask me if I have ever had feelings for you? Now I will answer again: Yes!"
"I like you! I want to stay with you forever!"
"Hanyan, come back!"
He stood alone in the ashes and shouted, one after another, until his voice became hoarse, but he received no response.
The ashes that had just been burned were still scalding hot. He was like a fish that fell into the iron plate, breathing hard and struggling with his mouth wide open, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of being cooked.
My whole body, from the soles of my feet to my heart and lungs, was hot.
Just like the hot tears in his eyes. This chapter has been completed!