Of course, how could Feng Jiuer be smashed to pieces when Uncle Nine Emperors was there?
At first, they did fall with the wind, and their falling speed became faster and faster. The strong wind blew against their faces, making Feng Jiuer unable to open her eyes at all.
After that, Uncle Nine Emperors asked her to lean on his arms, and she could only bury her head in his arms.
The howling wind was still in her ears, making her feel dizzy and her consciousness gradually blurred.
I thought that my internal strength was already very powerful, but tonight, even a single sword was shocked by her hidden skill.
But he didn't expect that his skill was not as good as one-tenth of the Nine Emperors Uncle. He was as quiet and indifferent as before, but he almost passed out.
The strongest has his own, and each mountain is higher than the other. A person of the level of the Nine Emperors Uncle is probably something she will never be able to surpass in her lifetime.
I don’t know when it started, but the wind stopped, my ears felt better, and even my cheeks that had been sore gradually became calm again.
The surrounding atmosphere is very quiet, there is wind blowing, but it is cool and comfortable, not uncomfortable at all.
Where are they? They fell so fast and painfully just now, but now they don't feel anything at all. They even feel comfortable.
Could it be that he has already gone to heaven and lived a life in heaven?
Feng Jiuer raised her head from Zhan Qingcheng's arms and saw his unparalleled handsome face.
Uncle Nine Emperors just looked ahead indifferently, his eyes as calm as water, always as calm as wind and as cool as water.
Feng Jiuer discovered that he seemed to have few other expressions besides indifference.
Whether he is angry or happy, excited or sad, well, these emotions seem to have nothing to do with the Nine Emperors Uncle.
Even just now, what he did to her was clearly a scoundrel and so shameful, but his face was calm and there was no wave in his eyes.
If it weren't for the fact that he cared a little bit about him, even Jiu'er himself would have doubted whether Uncle Jiuhuang had any heart at all.
It was obvious that he doted on her, but his enthusiasm was still not felt, just like a solemn father or brother doting on his daughter or sister.
She couldn't tell how he felt about her, but Jiu'er knew that he did dote on her a little bit, although she didn't know why Uncle Nine Emperors doted on her.
He didn't say anything, and gently pushed her waist with his big palm.
Feng Jiu'er was about to ask where they were, but in the blink of an eye, she was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she lost her breath and shook her soul deep in her heart.
"What a nice view……"
There were so many fireflies flying in the sky, as if there were more than the stars in the sky.
Countless fireflies illuminate this area. Although it is not as bright as day, it still allows people to see everything around them clearly.
"Little golden chrysanthemums!" She was stunned. Why are there so many small golden chrysanthemums? They are all over the mountains and fields! The fragrance of flowers is shocking!
It turned out that the heavenly smell she just smelled was the floral fragrance of goldenrod.
Because he liked it so much, Jiuer once believed that the smell in heaven must be like this, the sky and the earth are filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums.
Letting go of Zhan Qingcheng's sleeves, she ran over. She was standing in a sea of chrysanthemums, and the flying fireflies seemed to be within reach.
She stretched out her palm, and actually there were fireflies falling on her fingertips, dancing lightly on her fingers.
So beautiful! So cute! So heartwarming!
Good times, beautiful scenery, the chirping of insects, and the fragrance of flowers!
She forgot what she had experienced tonight, and even who she was. She only knew that even if the whole world was so dark, there would still be such a place.
This place is bright, peaceful, quiet and warm.
In this place, there are the little golden chrysanthemums that she likes, the fireflies that she loved very much in modern times but never had much chance to see, and the Nine Emperors Uncle that she is familiar with...
Suddenly, she realized that she really liked this man.
Looking back at that moment, he stood erect in the sea of chrysanthemums, with fireflies lingering around him, giving his clear face a mysterious yet peaceful aura.
The robe that is always white and clean is blowing in the wind, the clothes are fluttering, and the hair is flying. It is really beautiful, indescribable beauty.
She suddenly ran over and hugged him.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Nine Emperors, I just want a hug, just a hug."
It's really just that I suddenly felt so excited that I wanted to hug him. I didn't mean anything bad or disrespectful at all.
It's just that I suddenly felt that I was so familiar with him and that I was so dependent on him!
I never had this kind of dependence on my parents even when I was a child.
Everyone knows that she, Feng Jiu, is strong, she has been so strong since she was a child.
Everyone thinks that she does not need to rely on anyone, and she can even do what others cannot.
At the age of sixteen, he won the first place in the National Surgery Simulation Competition. After that, he was directly recruited by the Military Medical University. Over the years, he has been the top student in the school.
It is no longer possible for ordinary people to study for a master's degree and a bachelor's degree simultaneously. She even followed the special forces on missions when she was still in school.
Although she is young, her heart is not small at all. Who doesn't know that Feng Jiu is such a powerful being and doesn't need a man at all?
But Jiu'er really needs someone like that now. When she is helpless, when she is in pain, when she is sad and at a loss, he can give her a shoulder and let her cry freely!
It turns out that no matter how strong a woman is, no matter how optimistic she looks, there is still a hint of vulnerability deep in her heart.
Zhan Qingcheng pressed her head into his arms, and Feng Jiuer finally began to sob softly.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you want me to handle this matter because you want to tell me that there may be more such things in the future, and perhaps more people I trust will betray me?"
He didn't say anything, and his big palm fell on her back, caressing her gently.
Jiuer cried so hard that he was out of breath, and his voice was indescribably hoarse: "Uncle Nine Emperors, is killing really the only way to deal with betrayers?"
Why can't there be a mitigating solution?
"Did you kill him, or did he seek his own death?" he asked calmly.
Jiuer was stunned and looked up at him with tears in his eyes: "He himself..."
"So, since the killing was not caused by you, it is not something you can control. Why should you blame yourself?"
"I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me." After all, tonight's plan was arranged by her. She was just not sure yet whether it was a single sword or Xing Zizhou.
"If he causes the Imperial Academy to suffer, or even overthrows the entire Northern Mu Kingdom, then which one is more serious, killing him alone or forcing all the people into dire straits?"
Feng Jiuer grabbed his lapel and buried her head in his arms. She didn't speak, she just cried silently.