Arnold clenched the dagger in her hand again. She stood up and shouted loudly, "You are wrong. The one who lost is you, you..." After that, she rushed over and hit her with all her strength.
After Wen Yingyun was killed, the dagger in his hand pierced Wen Yingyun's heart so sharply that only the handle remained.
"Cough..." Wen Yingyun shook his body and coughed lightly. As he coughed, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. He looked at Arnold, and his eyes finally became bright again.
Arnold let go of his hand and looked at him without saying a word.
The night is very dark, but the moonlight is still very bright.
The two looked at each other until they heard Wen Yingyun's muffled cough again.
He spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it all over Arnold's head and face.
"Haha... You're right." Wen Yingyun's body swayed again, and his hands no longer had the strength to carry the two heavy swords. He looked at Arnold, but his eyes seemed to be looking further. "Perhaps, you
That's not right." He raised the corners of his mouth and slowly closed his eyes. Everything left him, including the heavy responsibility that drove him almost crazy.
Arnold pinched his palms tightly, his eyes were as red as if they were filled with blood, and a tear still flowed down uncontrollably. The body that slowly fell to the ground made no sound, and the last words seemed to be spoken to himself.
But Arnold understood that the moment she rushed over, Wen Yingyun's sword moved, but he never raised it.
The night wind was very cold, so cold that people couldn't help but shiver.
Arnold slowly squatted down and picked up a sword. She quickly walked to Zhenjin's side, cut several strips of cloth on her dress, and bandaged Zhenjin's wounds little by little.
After everything was taken care of, it was already dawn. The night was really tiring, so tiring that it felt like a running nightmare.
Arnold raised her head and looked at the gray sky. It was a long time before she withdrew her gaze again. She looked at Wen Yingyun who had begun to stiffen, walked step by step to his body, picked up the sword and started digging into the ground.
She gradually dug out the dirt pits, and the sun had already risen into the sky. She dipped the only remaining kerchief in the river water and helped Wen Yingyun wipe the bloody face clean.
After everything was done, she carried him into the pit and covered his face with the kerchief. Layers of soil covered his stiff body until he could no longer see it. The not-deep pit raised a little sharp tip.
, a sword was inserted into the soil, exposing its sharp cold blade to the sun.
"Amul..."
"I'm here." Arnold turned around and responded when he heard Zhenjin's call.
Zhen Jin's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, and his dark brown eyes became a little dim. He first looked at Arnold, and then his eyes fell on Wen Yingyun's grave. "Did you kill him?
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"Yes." Arnold said one word slowly, but her body stiffened for a moment because of the word. She sighed secretly and walked to Zhenjin. "No one has come yet. It seems to be far away from the palace."
Zhenjin didn't ask any more questions. He looked around and finally set his sights on the mountain not far away. "It won't be very safe here. Let's go towards the other side of the mountain. There should be someone there."
"Shouldn't we wait where Hu Gechi comes to find us?" Anuo asked with confusion in his eyes.