The shocking ruins fell in smoke and dust, and everything that had been sheltered under them was destroyed in its collapse.
The sun cannot penetrate this dust, and the autumn wind cannot blow away this haze. The scorched earth and corpses everywhere seem to be still moaning.
——Lecheng.
The ransacked Sheriff's Mansion lost its former dignity and luxury, and the flowers in the yard were burned by the fire and turned into ashes.
The ruins and decay everywhere tell the story of the prosperity of the past.
Outside the house, by the stone table.
Li Changfeng held the ink sword and said with emotion: "After this epidemic, we know that all diseases can be cured, but the human heart cannot be cured, and the state of the world cannot be cured."
The north wind is bleak, everything is silent, and a few patches of autumn rain are falling.
After a while, Jiang Wuji looked up at Li Changfeng and asked, "Don't you have no mercy?"
After hearing this, Li Changfeng couldn't help laughing and said: "I have abandoned my compassion, but it does not mean that I cannot understand this disaster. I will not pity the people who are suffering from hunger, let alone sympathize with the desolation of this epidemic. I
I can’t relate to it, but I’m also extremely sad.”
"It's very contradictory, right? That's why people have to cultivate immortality. If they can enter the fourth level, if they can abandon all sorrow, they will naturally not have these troubles."
Jiang Wuji could understand what Li Changfeng said, but he didn't agree with it, so he replied calmly:
"Man can conquer heaven, so why should he envy immortals?"
"Man can conquer heaven, why should he envy immortals?" Li Changfeng stared at Jiang Wuji, his dark eyes flickering like the wind passing through a quiet lake.
For a moment, he seemed to be possessed by a demon, repeating this sentence over and over again, and it took him a full stick of incense to calm down.
"Brother Jiang is really a strange person." Li Changfeng sighed.
Jiang Wuji: "Stop talking about this, I have something to ask you."
"Brother Jiang, it doesn't matter if you say it."
Jiang Wuji glanced at the closed door, and his brows that had just relaxed were knitted together again.
It took some time to return to Lecheng. Counting the time spent on the road, six days had passed, but Murong Wanfeng had been in a coma with no sign of waking up.
But according to Li Changfeng, Murong Wanfeng had actually woken up, but those things had hit her too hard, and she kept choosing to escape in her heart, which led to the continuation of the coma.
"You said before that you wanted to bring Murong Wanfeng back to Fengtiansi, right?" Jiang Wuji asked.
"Yes, if you want to refine the antidote, you must bring people back to the company." Li Changfeng nodded.
"Then why are you wasting your time here? Can't you take her back first and then find a way to wake her up?"
"Because of the trouble."
"What?"
Li Changfeng explained: "The refining method is quite complicated, and I can't explain the mystery clearly, but Master Si Nei has ordered that Murong Wanfeng must be awakened first, and her consent must be obtained before she can be brought back to Fengtian Si.
Otherwise, it would be useless to take it back."
"You want her to agree? How do you understand this? Is it possible that if she doesn't agree, she won't be able to refine the antidote?"
"Perhaps, there are many kinds of strange arts, and it is not surprising that there are strict restrictions. But brother Jiang, don't forget that there is Su Zhaoyi. In case Su Zhaoyi pursues the case in the future, the consent before entering Fengtiansi and the agreement after entering Fengtiansi,
The difference is still huge.”
"So this thing is dangerous? I mean, is she going to die?"
Jiang Wuji asked the question he wanted to know most, and Li Changfeng's answer was simply surprising.
"Not necessarily, maybe a narrow escape."
"..."
"But based on my understanding of Murong Wanfeng, she will agree."
"..."
At this moment, the sound of pushing the door sounded.
Zhu Yao, who had been in the house with Murong Wanfeng for three days and three nights, walked out with a tired look on her face.
She staggered to the stone table and sat down, pillowing her baby-fat face on her arms, and then said in a daze:
"Thirteen Purification Talismans, it took me thirteen chapters of Purification Talismans to stabilize her mood..."
"Li Changfeng, when you go back, you have to pay me back twenty pieces, no... thirty pieces, you have to pay me back thirty pieces!"
Looking at the exhausted Zhu Yao, a rare tenderness appeared on Li Changfeng's face, "Okay, after returning to the capital, I will treat you to a delicious meal at Zuixian Tower."
"You said, don't go back on your word~"
"I won't regret it, but have you done everything right?"
"Of course, is there anything that I, Zhu Yao, can't do?"
Zhu Yao babbled and said: "I'm going to sleep for a while. When I wake up, I'll go back to the capital... That nasty guy, Murong Wanfeng wants to see you, so hurry in."
Jiang Wuji nodded, then stood up and walked into Murong Wanfeng's room.
The house is not big, and although it is still a little messy, it is almost tidied up.
I don't know if it's sandalwood or rouge, but the faint fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, making people relax unknowingly.
"No disease."
Hearing the sound, he went to look for her and opened the bead curtain. She was sitting in front of the dowry.
Wearing a red gauze skirt that made her skin even fairer, the girl fiddled with the hem of her skirt and slowly stood up, with beautiful eyes and a flowery smile.
However, Jiang Wuji's eyes stayed on her hair.
"What's wrong with your hair..."
Murong Wanfeng smiled gently, gently twirled his hair and said, "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
"Did Zhu Yao give you something to eat?"
Jiang Wuji frowned and said, "How else could your hair be completely white? Do you have any other discomforts now?"
"Are you worried about me?" The girl secretly rejoiced, and the autumn water curved into moon buds.
Jiang Wuji: "Stop joking, I'm serious."
Murong Wanfeng: "What a coincidence, I'm serious too."
Jiang Wuji: "..."
Seeing that Jiang Wuji stopped talking, Murong Wanfeng stood on tiptoes and put his hands behind his back.
"My gray hair overnight has nothing to do with Miss Zhu Yao. I am fine now and don't have any discomfort,"
Jiang Wuji nodded, not knowing why he was relieved, "That's good..."
"Li Changfeng said that my father's body has been sent to the capital, and so has my mother... Now I am going to the capital too, do you have anything to say to me?" Murong Wanfeng stretched his white neck, cheeks
There is a slight blush on it.
"You don't have to go..." Jiang Wuji said.
"Why don't you go? How can I save the people of Leping County if I don't go? How can I end this epidemic? How can I cure Sister Xiaoyu's hemoptysis?" Murong Wanfeng said with a smile.
Jiang Wuji looked at Murong Wanfeng and felt very uncomfortable.
She cared about the people, but she became the source of the plague.
She respected and loved her father, but was sacrificed by Murong Yue.
She lost her father, her mother, Baili Gaozhuo, and everything else.
But she still smiled and said that she wanted to end this pandemic...
"You might die."
"Then will you feel distressed?"
"The probability of death is very high!"
"Then will you miss me?"
"If you refuse, Fengtiansi will not do anything to you. This epidemic has nothing to do with you. You are also a victim. I will find another solution for Xiaoyu's hemoptysis, and the court will not really sit idly by. Leping County
Whether hundreds of thousands of people live or die, there is no reason for you to bear the responsibility!"
"Then will you always remember me? Remember Murong Wanfeng, remember how we looked when we first met, remember you put the sword on my neck, remember you protected me behind you, remember I brought a hundred
Uncle Li went to find you. I remember you once called me, "Buanfeng..."
Murong Wanfeng lowered his eyes slightly, his beautiful face showing helplessness and paleness, "It's a pity that the wind can't be held back, how can we remember..."
"I will remember."
"..."
Their eyes met, and the autumn rain continued.
One sound.
One update.
Banana lights outside the window.
There is no limit to emotion at this time.
Dreams never come true.
Hate is hard to calm down.
If you don’t know the truth, people won’t like to hear it.
