Gu Nansheng and Jones didn't fall asleep until very late. The dim candlelight flickered in the lampshade, large flakes of snow were floating outside the house, and the chilly north wind whistled on the yellowed window paper.
Jones sat in front of the stove, filled the stove with firewood one by one, and slowly heated the kang, finally letting the room have some warmth.
Then, she added some charcoal to the stove, put a pot of water on it, and prepared to boil it to wash her feet.
After all the busy work, the originally cold room became warm. Jones Xiang sat back on the kang, scooped the oil lamp in front of the kang, and under the dim light, sewed a cotton coat for Gu Nansheng stitch by stitch.
When Tacitia came to the small town of Hasco to look for Gu Nansheng a month ago, Jones was buying cotton cloth at the market. Along the way, most of her cotton coat had been sewn, and she only needed to add a pair of sleeves to complete it.
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Gu Nansheng looked at Jones Xiang doing some chores like a virtuous little woman, and felt a trace of tenderness and guilt in his heart.
"Xiaoxiang, stop sewing and talk to me."
Jones Xiang still did not stop the needlework in her hands. She lowered her head and remained silent. After an unknown period of time, a crystal object rolled down and landed on the cotton cloth, making a small piece wet...
Gu Nansheng's heart ached when he saw it, "Xiaoxiang, I'm sorry..."
Jones hurriedly raised his hand, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and whispered: "I'm the one who said I'm sorry. It's me who has troubled you, but I... I really can't help it..."
Jones turned away as he spoke, his thin shoulders trembling slightly.
Jones Xiang did not object to Gu Nansheng's decision to return to the Holy Land, and did not even offer a word of persuasion. She just silently followed him to the Holy Land.
But how could Jones Xiang not know what this trip meant to Gu Nansheng? Not to mention the dangers that his now miserable body would encounter if he came into contact with Frostmourne, even if he really scooped up Frostmourne, he would be able to
Will he survive the battlefield? And once some thoughtful people in the neutral territory or holy land know that Gu Nansheng is still alive, you can imagine the fate that awaits him.
She knew that Gu Nansheng had no hope for life, but how could she let it go?
Gu Nansheng took Jones Xiang's hand and said guiltily: "Xiao Xiang, I have to come, that is my sword, and Akasha..."
"No need to say anything, I understand..." Jones Xiang wiped away her tears, turned around and forced a smile. She handed the cotton coat with missing sleeves to Gu Nansheng's hand, "Try to see if it fits. If it doesn't work, I'll change it."
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Gu Nansheng took the soft cotton coat and felt it was extremely heavy, "Xiaoxiang, go to bed early tonight and sew again tomorrow."
Jones shook his head stubbornly, "I want to sew it up early, but I'm afraid that I won't have the chance to wear it for you in the future..."
When Jones Xiang said this, tears welled up in his eyes again. Gu Nansheng was heartbroken when he heard this. He clenched his fists unconsciously and dug his nails deeply into the flesh of his palms. When facing the Wings of Death,
Even though there is a huge gap in strength, he can still firmly tell Jones Xiang that he will definitely come back. But now, his body is so weak that he has no power to fight back when facing a group of young people. A dragon swims in the shallows and a tiger falls in the sun. It's a pity.
,sigh...
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It was a long night, and the capital of the Holy Land was silent. Malfurion was sitting in the meeting hall of the Council of Elders, flipping through an ancient parchment book in his hand.
He was thinking about tomorrow's meeting of elders and the Holy Land's strategy for this war. For a legendary hero, it would not be a big deal if he did not rest for more than ten days. Malfurion may not be a strong man who can turn the tide of the war, but he
Definitely an excellent leader.
At this moment, Malfurion suddenly moved his eyebrows and his expression became a little strange.
He put down the parchment, turned around and looked in one direction and pondered. That was the direction where Frostmourne was. Just now, he clearly felt a frightening energy fluctuation coming from Frostmourne.
This is something that has never happened in decades. Could it be that Akasha can finally awaken Frostmourne?
Thinking of this, Malfurion could no longer sit still. He silently recited the incantation of the teleportation skill. The next moment, he turned into a ball of white light and disappeared in the meeting hall.
Malfurion instantly crossed a distance of dozens of miles and arrived at the forbidden area where Frostmourne was. Then, he saw a scene that surprised him.
At this time, the appearance of the forbidden area has changed greatly. The energy of heaven and earth around Frostmourne rolled up a huge black vortex, and a black light beam like a sharp sword rose into the sky and penetrated into the sky, while Frostmourne was bathed in it.
, moaning incessantly.
After seeing this scene, Malfurion's expression was uncertain. He didn't know whether the changes in front of him were a blessing or a curse. Although Frostmourne had occasionally wailed over the years, it had never been as loud as it was today.
At this moment, a dark shadow flashed around Malfurion, and a woman dressed in black also appeared in the forbidden area. This woman had an enchanting appearance, plump figure, and black wings on her back. She was Akasha.
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When Malfurion saw Akasha's same confused expression, he knew that the changes in Frostmourne had nothing to do with her at this moment. Could it be...
The two looked at each other and thought of a possibility. The usually calm Akasha was breathing rapidly, and her face was slightly rosy due to the excitement in her heart.
Master, is it really you?
Akasha closed her eyes and meditated, completely releasing her senses and feeling quietly. However, to her disappointment, there was silence within a dozen miles, with nothing out of the ordinary.
Time passed little by little, Frostmourne still shined brightly, but Akasha still could not find the aura that she was very familiar with. Instead, some elders from the Holy Land arrived one after another, looking at it with the same confusion.
Frostmourne.
Akasha's heart grew colder little by little. Finally, she let out a long sigh and withdrew her senses in disappointment. Her face, which had been slightly rosy due to excitement, became as cold as ice again.
She knew in her heart that if it was Gu Nansheng who was really here, he should have arrived here long ago. Even if he didn't want to see the people in the Holy Land for some reason, he should have sent a message to her...
Although Akasha values emotions, she will not let emotions influence her rationality. She knows that the probability of Gu Nansheng still living in this world is very low.
Malfurion also shook his head in disappointment. If Gu Nansheng were alive, it would be easy to break through the Dark Portal guarded by the Burning Legion. It would even be enough for him alone.
At this time, Slim, the elder of the Holy Land, looked at Frostmourne and said: "Great Elder... won't this sword become a refined spirit? I always feel that the evil spirit contained in it is too heavy, plus the sword soul of this sword
, it’s not impossible to turn into a spirit and walk away.”
