At first, I thought this was just a trick played by Yan Xiaoqing, but after shouting countless times, and even Xia Yan took out his trump card and agreed to let me live in Yan country for a while and then come back, Yan Xiaoqing didn't react at all.
Yan Xitong was drained of all his strength. He sat limply on the ground and murmured: "No need to shout anymore, the fourth brother has already gone."
"how do you know?"
Yan Xitong looked at Yan Xiaoqing absentmindedly, with a sad smile overflowing from the corner of his mouth: "If fourth brother is alive and Xia Yan agrees that you go to Yan country to escape the summer every year, how can he not open his eyes?"
It felt like someone had slapped me from behind.
"No, Yan Xiaoqing can't die. He is immortal. He took away Chang En's Dzi Bead. How... how is it possible..." The reason why I could remain calm before was because I always thought in my heart, this is Yan Xiaoqing playing tricks on us.
He wanted to use this method to make me feel unbearable, and then follow him back to the Kingdom of Yan.
But after listening to Yan Xitong's words, the protection built up in my heart completely collapsed.
"No, how could Yan Xiaoqing die? He... what's the benefit of him dying?"
Doesn’t he want to dominate the world? Doesn’t he want to defeat Xia Yan? Doesn’t he want everyone to surrender under his feet?
It is absolutely impossible for such a person to die.
Yan Xitong slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with tears: "Changting, he is really dead."
I was so shocked that I took a few steps back, my heart completely unable to bear the sudden change.
Xia Yan didn't believe it even more: "This is absolutely impossible."
I also think it's impossible. I was talking and laughing just now, as if nothing was wrong. If you really want to die, at least there must be a reason.
Yan Xiaoqing will die if he says he will. Is this fucking common sense?
Qi Xuan was the calmest one among us. He looked at me, then at Yan Xiaoqing, and asked curiously: "I heard from Liu Chi that you and Yan Xiaoqing were closely connected, why is it that even though he died, Changting was fine?
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Hearing this, I grasped at a life-saving straw: "Yes, that's true."
Yan Xitong seemed to be aware of this problem and hurriedly raised his head: "Where is the Liuchi man? Go and ask him."
When I think of Liuchi, I immediately think of the whistle he gave me before. He said that he would appear whenever I needed it.
I carefully took out the silver whistle hanging around my neck and blew it loudly.
The whistle sounded bright and crisp, but there was no response.
I blew a few more times unwillingly, but there was nothing around except the wind.
"Liu Chi might...may have been angry with my sword and ignored me." I said dryly.
Yan Xitong's face was full of sadness, and I suddenly got the idea and slapped my head: "Yes, yes."
"What?" Yan Xitong looked at me hopefully again.
"I have a man named Hei Po, maybe he knows."
"Then it might be too late to return to the military camp quickly." Qi Xuan said hurriedly.
Yan Xitong nodded vigorously, bent down and carried Yan Xiaoqing on his shoulders. Hai Dongqing was very sensible, as if he knew that his master was in trouble, he stopped flying and followed us without making any noise.
It takes a long time to walk from here to the Xia Kingdom's military camp, so we decided to use Qinggong. Yan Xitong, Qi Xuan, and Xia Yan took turns carrying him.
This was a test of everyone's Qinggong skills. When we arrived at the destination, Qi Xuan was slumped outside the camp like a dead dog. We were also very tired.
It was getting dark when someone noticed us and immediately rushed over and shouted: "Who is it?"
