Chapter 297: Floating blood for thousands of miles
Tears, unable to stop sadness.
Anger cannot dissipate the gloom.
The sword cuts continuously and attracts the heart.
Eyes cannot see through karma.
Xia Yudie and Xia Youran, what is engraved behind the two names is a life-and-death blood feud...
The name of Yudie is a symbol of freedom, and is Xia Yudie’s self-expectation, yearning, and philosophy - a butterfly in the rain. The deadly raindrops cannot stop the butterfly’s yearning to fly freely. Therefore, when the rain butterfly dances,
There will be no worries or burdens.
However, when she decided to take the name "Xia Youran" again, she gave up her freedom and flying. Xia Youran was the swordsman who carried the Phoenix City and the Xia family's blood feud.
Come and forget your own expectations, yearnings, ideas, and even hopes, forget yourself, and only remember the family blood feud!
However, there is one person who should never be spoken, who always calls out the name that makes her obsessed, pulling her out of the confused spiritual world time and time again, and guarding the last piece of pure land in her heart...
Gradually, I don't know when, in Xia Youran's heart: the name "Yudie" became that person's exclusive title for her. This name is no longer a simple name, it is the last hope, the last self and
The final resting place.
That special existence that was like a brother in Xia Youran's mind also subtly gave her an irreplaceable sense of dependence. Therefore, whenever she felt tired from wandering outside, she would return to Dongfang Mansion, maybe just to listen to
As soon as he heard that person call his name——
"Yudie, you are back."
"Yudie, where have you been recently?"
"Yudie, no matter where you go, as long as you return to Dongfang Mansion, your share of dishes and chopsticks will be left on the dining table!"
The words that once rang in my ears have long been imprinted in my soul, but that person, that voice, and that dependence have become the past forever, becoming regrets and sorrows that can only be reappeared in memories. At this time
, she realized that this person was so important to her!
"I'm not allowed!!"
Xia Youran, who was just waking up from a dream, was holding a blood-eating sword and guarding Dongfang Fan's body. The tears she had been suppressing finally fell like a downpour after accepting the unchangeable reality.
A pair of dark pupils were blurred by tears, and a layer of strange blood red gradually overflowed from the pupils...
Xia Youran's sudden outburst showed signs of going crazy. Dugu Sword Demon stepped forward and knocked her out, leaving her in the custody of Long Xin'er.
"It's such a touching friendship. Such an infatuated woman is enviable. Jianjun is really..." Ping Zhen looked at Xia Youran in Long Xin'er's arms, with a strange glow of praise in his eyes.
"Stop talking nonsense! You will carry out the cremation, but there is no reason for war between the gods and humans. I hope you, the gods, will also consciously abide by this!" Dugu Sword Demon was filled with anger and did not have the slightest affection for the people of the gods.
"That's natural. Your Excellency Sword Lord is so willing to sacrifice his life for peace between the two races. How can we, the God Clan, bear to let his painstaking efforts be in vain? Then, the cremation will be carried out at noon. At that time, the Holy Fire of the God Clan will be lit for Sword Lord.
The most noble fireworks." After Pingzhen finished speaking, he left, leaving only four divine attendants to take care of the specific matters of the cremation...
At noon that day, at the edge of the sea outside the southern gate of Huaxia City, the cremation ceremony of the Gods started in sequence. When Dongfang Fan's body was reduced to a ball of ashes in the holy fire, the Jian sisters present burst into tears again. Nalan Wan'er
Holding Dongfang Fan's ashes, the three women returned to Dongfang Mansion in tears.
At the gate of Dongfang Mansion, Xia Youran woke up and rushed out of the house, but happened to meet Nalan Wan'er holding an urn in her hand. The two women made eye contact without any words - the urn in Nalan Wan'er's arms had already been revealed.
Everything becomes a given.
Silent answers, silent endings, silent people let their silent hearts grieve silently——
"If you are no longer here, 'Yudie' will no longer be here...but..."
"I want to turn into a rain butterfly again... just for you..."
Xia Youran silently called that person's name in her heart, and the pain in her heart was the only proof that she could still feel her own existence.
"Youran... Brother Dongfang, he..." Long Xin'er chased from behind. Looking at Xia Youran's appearance, his heart that was already hurting so much suddenly trembled again.
"Xin'er... accompany me to buy a white dress..." Xia Youran's voice was very cold, so cold that it felt like falling into an ice cave!
"Okay, I'll go with you..." Long Xin'er was awakened by this coldness. At that moment, she suddenly realized: the entire Dongfang Mansion was immersed in sadness because of Dongfang Fan's death.
The mansion has no owner, no core, and no direction. What Dongfang Mansion needs at this time is a pillar to support the sky of Dongfang Mansion. Long Xin'er's heart settled, and she decided to hide her sadness.
, at least make yourself look less sad, and instead use a more calm approach to protect Dongfang Mansion and this home.
The whole body is pure white, as white as a snowflake that has transformed into a human form, as white as a princess from a certain ice and snow kingdom, as white as if there is no brilliance that can be called "white" among the colors in the world -
Xia Youran walked into the main hall elegantly dressed, and her cold temperament transformed the originally gentle and lovely lady into an iceberg beauty that could repel people thousands of miles away.
Taking the first step into the main hall, Xia Youran's hair turned snow-white, mixed with the white ribbon binding her hair, making it impossible to tell them apart...
"bass--!"
After unsheathing the blood-eating sword, Xia Youran cut off a small section of the end of her white hair and placed it in an urn.
"Youran will always be Dongfang Man's Youran... Yudie will always be Dongfangfan's Yudie..." The last trace of sadness flashed in Xia Youran's eyes, and then the black pupils turned to blood, and a pair of strange blood pupils performed another interpretation.
All forms of grief.
"Youran...are you leaving?" Nalan Wan'er looked haggard and stepped forward to ask.
"Yes... I have no reason to stay here anymore... I have things to do... The fate I have always wanted to escape has finally come... I don't want to experience this kind of pain again... Wan'er, Xin'er
, Rushuang, Ruxue, you have to take good care of yourselves..." Xia Youran responded firmly, suppressing the power that surged from her body due to sadness.
"Actually...actually you don't have to leave...he...although he has gone...but...this is still your home. We can support each other and take care of each other...Why must..." Nalan Wan'er tried her best
To stay, I wanted to say something, but in the end I still didn't say it.
"Wan'er, let her go... Youran, don't worry, as long as I'm here in Dongfang Mansion, no one will be able to harm our family! But... I want to tell you: we must live! None of us want to
Lose any more family members." Long Xin'er pulled Nalan Wan'er and imagined in her mind, "If I were Dongfang Fan, what would I say to Xia Youran?".
Xia Youran smiled and let go of her worries: Long Xin'er was expressing her pain in her own way and guarding the memories left by that person...
Xia Youran did not answer, but turned around and walked out of Dongfang Mansion - she did not dare to look back, because the four pairs of expectant and hot eyes behind her would shake her heart and hinder her steps.
It was snowing, and the moment Xia Youran stepped out of the gate of Huaxia City, she no longer suppressed the power in her body and allowed the extreme power of sadness to manifest into extreme coldness and ruthlessness, bringing about heavy snowfall - this
The snow in late autumn is falling with the coldness of a certain heart, memories...
The sad shadow disappears in the heavy snow, leaving behind memories and taking away the ruthlessness...
…
In the territory of the God Clan, Ping Zhen, who rushed back from Dongfang Mansion, had just entered the Tianshen Palace from the civilian area in the northwest of the God Clan when he noticed that there was an unusual cold air approaching, and he had entered the realm of the God Clan.
"Huh? This aura and fragrance... is that human woman..." Pingzhen was deeply impressed by the fragrance in the air, and he had a strong impression of that infatuated human woman.
In the territory of the God Clan, a sudden heavy snow drifted into the Divine Soul City in the northwest of the God Clan. A snow-white figure floated over, holding a bloody sword, and was about to enter the Soul City.
"Dang! Dang!"
Swords and axes were intertwined in front of the strange woman, and two protoss soldiers responsible for guarding the city blocked the woman's way.
"Going further, we will reach the realm of the Gods! Which race are you from? Do you have the documents to enter the Soul City?" The Gods soldiers shouted majestically, becoming somewhat wary of the breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of them.
——With this face alone, this woman is no ordinary person!
"Wash the gods with blood and prove my demonic ways!"
The purpose of coming was explained in eight words, and the cold atmosphere erupted with a sense of killing and annihilation. The two protoss soldiers looked at each other, and then raised their swords and axes at the same time to attack the woman in front of them - this is the duty of the city defenders!
However, two bloody sword energy took away the lives of two soldiers in an instant at a speed that was too fast to catch - red blood flowed from the wounds, along the cold armor of the soldiers, dyeing the white snow on the ground red.
…
"Open the city gate! Kill!!!"
The gate of Shenhun City slowly opened, and groups of divine legions were ready to surround and kill the woman in white!
"Today, I've been bleeding for thousands of miles."
The six words stabilize the killing intention. Even among thousands of troops, the white butterfly shadow accompanied by the blood marks that never leaves the body is invincible and unstoppable.
There was no expression on the cold face, and there was no fluctuation in the blood-red pupils - the sword energy gradually turned into a unique "continuous sword thread", and it cut through all the armor with one sword strike.
The magic weapon directly demands life.
The killing continued, and the innocent shadow began to be stained with scarlet blood, but she didn't care.
The snow has changed.
Turning red, strange, and weird blood-colored snowflakes began to replace the beautiful snow scenery all around...
The last protoss soldier fell. Xia Youran stood in the sea of blood with an indifferent expression. The blood-eating sword in his hand absorbed the blood of the protoss soldiers. However, the blood spilled on his body completely dyed his white clothes red.
.
Blood drifts thousands of miles, blood drifts thousands of miles - the name of the blood-devouring sword, after today, is destined to shake the continent!
The bloody shadow rode the bloody wind and snow and officially entered the Soul City...
(ps: Regarding Xia Youran’s hair and eyes, her mother is a demon race and her father is a human race. Therefore, half of her body is the blood of the demon race. Her white hair and blood-colored pupils are due to her being a demon race.
