Chapter 4 third chapter

The situation in the world has changed suddenly! Lie Mingjing, the owner of Liehuoshan Villa, who has been in charge of martial arts for 19 years, died overnight! In the past nineteen years, with the retreat of the Underworld Palace, and with the efforts of Lie Mingjing, the situation in the world has shown a rare peace.And the death of Lie Mingjing, so sudden and without warning, could not help but attract the attention of all the heroes from all over the world. Lie Volcano Villa is full of plains. White lanterns were hung on the eaves, and white silk was flying all over the sky in the cold winter wind. The thick fog seemed to linger all day long, and the branches on the trees were covered with hoarfrost.

The pale "Dian" character reveals a chill in the gloomy afternoon. White incense candles are lit in the mourning hall. The faint scent of paper candles made the silent mourning hall even more depressing. On the red sandalwood spirit case, there is a spirit card. The word "Strong Mirror" is engraved on the spirit tablet. Among the guests who came to mourn, many had attended Zhan Feng's wedding banquet a month ago.At that time, the Liehuozhuang Village was decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of joy, Lie Mingjing laughed loudly, his face was full of red light...

So fast, things have changed. Lie Mingjing's eldest disciple, Zhan Feng, and third disciple, Ji Jinglei, stood in front of the coffin in hemp filial piety. Ji Jinglei's handsome appearance was haggard, his bright eyes were faintly bloodshot, and his beard seemed to grow out suddenly, giving him a decadent feeling. Zhan Feng was very calm. As usual calm. He stood quietly, his eyes were filled with cold dark blue, his body was as straight as a sword, and the sapphire in his right ear was shining with a gloomy light. Yilang is also in front of the hall. His head was so low that no one could see his expression.

Murong greeted the guests with a solemn expression. Ling Xianqiu and the other hall masters stood slightly behind. There are many visitors in the mourning hall, there are hundreds of people, all schools and sects in the martial arts come here. Although there were many people, the hall was very quiet. Everyone seems to be waiting for something. When the afternoon fog gradually dissipated. The disciple who had been waiting outside the village suddenly raised his voice tremblingly, "Miss is back!" Everyone looked towards the entrance of the mourning hall! A month ago at Zhan Feng's wedding banquet, Lie Mingjing announced in public that Lie Ruge would take over Lie Huozhuang.However, can such a girl who is less than seventeen years old really be able to succeed to the position of the owner of the world's number one villa?

In what direction will such a young girl lead the martial arts world? The snow-white silk mantle dances "huhu" in the cold winter wind! The girl in red was even paler than Bai Ling! Her breathing was a little rapid. Eyes wide open! She stared at the memorial tablet on the spirit case, and all the blood on her lips lost instantly! Along the way, she was thinking, could it be, could it be just a terrible joke, they were lying to her, and dad missed her so much, so they made the joke.Although father had never played such a joke with her, maybe it was because of father's whim?If that was the case, she would throw herself into her father's arms and cry bitterly, blaming him for scaring her like this, and then, when she was angry, she would promise her father that she would never leave him again...

She wants nothing more. She only wants her father. Murong walked slowly to her side with one move, and put a sackcloth on her shoulders.Patting her on the shoulder, he wanted to say something, but in the end he just sighed. Ruge's body trembled. Looking at her father's name on the spirit card, her pupils gradually constricted, and the remaining light in her eyes gradually disappeared.She took a few steps forward, her footsteps were vain, like someone who was at a loss in a nightmare.However, when she walked to the coffin, her back was already straight without any trembling. The huge mourning hall was silent, and the flames of the joss sticks flickered on and off.Under the white spiritual veil that dances without wind, there is only a solitary spiritual tablet and a small white porcelain jar.

"Where's dad? Why is there only one spiritual seat?" Her voice is very quiet. Everyone in Lie Huo Zhuang looked gloomy. Yi Lang still lowered his head: "The owner's remains are all in the white porcelain altar." Ruge turned his head, with a cold light in his eyes: "Why?" Murong next to him was secretly surprised by a move.Originally thought that Ru Ge would panic, or faint on the spot, but her self-restraint and momentum were beyond his expectation. Yi Lang lowered his head and said, "During the explosion, the owner's remains were turned into ashes."

It seems like a long, long time. The silence in the mourning hall was suffocating. Ruge's lips were pale and blue: "Is the investigation clear? Who did it." Yi Lang raised his head slightly. His gray pupils were the size of pinpoints. "At the third watch of the night, an explosion occurred in the secret room where the owner practiced. It has been found out that the explosion was caused by someone detonating six extremely powerful firearms." Yi Lang paused, sharp hatred flashed in his eyes, "After investigation, Those firearms were secretly manufactured by the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Gate."

The gangsters in the mourning hall suddenly gasped! Jiangnan Thunderbolt Gate. The newly rising sect in the martial arts has developed extremely fast in recent years, and has already become the hegemon in the Jiangnan area.Thunderbolt Sect is good at using all kinds of firearms, which are astonishingly powerful and lethal, and other sects are not willing to be enemies with it.Lei Hentian, the head of Thunderbolt Sect, is stern, arrogant and moody. He has provoked Liehuozhuang and Tianxia Wudao City many times. If the death of Lie Mingjing is indeed related to the Thunderbolt Gate in the south of the Yangtze River, then there is bound to be a bloody storm in the world!

Ru Ge frowned. She looked at her father's spirit seat, but did not speak. At this time, Yi Lang's eyes flashed a dark light again. "Miss, before you return to the village, the heads of the various halls of Liehuozhuang Village discussed and decided on some matters." Ru Ge nodded to show that she was listening. "The owner of the villa once announced that you are the heir of the villa, and I dare not go against it." Yi Lang said, "It's just that the owner of the villa left here suddenly, and the lady has no experience. We will discuss—" Ruge looked at him.

"Master Yi, please speak if you have something to say." The heroes of the rivers and lakes watched the changes with bated breath. Yi Lang pondered and said: "As the eldest disciple of the owner, Zhan Feng is decisive and steady in doing things. Why don't he temporarily act as the owner of the owner, and hand it over to Miss Yu later." The fierce cold wind rolled the fog and broke open the gate of the mourning hall, pouring in fiercely! The white mantle danced wildly! The incense candle suddenly dimmed! The hall was as gloomy as night. Ruge's eyeballs were extremely quiet, she was silent, her eyes swept towards the hall masters. Some hall masters avoided their eyes, some were expressionless, some were slightly ashamed, and some looked back indifferently. At this time, suddenly a voice—— "Junior Sister really needs everyone's help, but Senior Brother Zhan doesn't have to bear the name of acting owner." It turned out to be Ji Jinglei who was bearded and slightly haggard who spoke! Ji Jinglei stared at Zhan Feng who had never said a word: "Brother, help my sister take over Liehuozhuang, and Master Jiuquan will be pleased." Zhan Feng didn't seem to hear it. His blue curly hair fluttered slightly in the flickering candlelight, the gemstone in his right ear was blue, and there was a faint sneer on his cold lips. Yi Lang's eyes seemed to be dead gray: "Zhan Feng can only handle many things conveniently if he is acting as the owner of the estate." He looked at Ru Ge lightly again, "I don't know what Miss means..." Ruge was wearing sackcloth. The original red dress under the sackcloth has long since lost its former splendor. She stood straight before her father's spirit. Her eyes seemed very peaceful. But- Her fingers were stiff and blue. In the mourning hall, the heroes of the world are waiting for Lie Ruge's answer. Her eyelashes raised slightly, casting a beautiful shadow under the dim candlelight.She stared at the cold Zhan Feng, and announced—"From now on, Zhan Feng will take over as the deputy owner of Liehuozhuang, and has the right to dispose of all matters." The winter that year was extremely cold. The sky always seemed to be grey, the trees had lost all their leaves, and the pale black branches were looming in the lingering fog. The ground is covered with thin frost, and it makes a slight sound when stepped on. It has been half a month since Lit Ming Jing passed away. The inside of Liehuozhuang Village is still completely deserted, everyone speaks very softly, as if they are afraid of disturbing something. Every day, the leaders of the branches and rudders from all over the country came, and they were discussing things in the gathering hall all day long.Zhan Feng seldom speaks, he always listens silently, and finally tells everyone his decision.The leaders were not used to it at first, because Lie Mingjing always talked and smiled when communicating with them, but Zhan Feng was too cold and gloomy. However, Yilang, the master of Qinghuotang who has always held great power, is very respectful to Zhan Feng, and severely punishes Zhan Feng's words and deeds if he is dissatisfied.Gradually, no one criticized Zhan Feng easily.Moreover, Lie Ruge, who nominally inherited the position of the owner of the village, has been feeling unwell since returning to the village, and has not interfered with the affairs of the village.Her status as the owner of the estate seems to be just a name. Over time, everyone found that although Zhan Feng's behavior was ruthless and maverick, it was also very effective. The influence and status of Liehuozhuang Village in the martial arts seemed to be stronger than that of Lie Mingjing.Gradually, when Liehuozhuang was mentioned, everyone thought of the word "Zhan Feng". In the bamboo forest. There is no sunlight. On the cold stone table, the heat of the tea has dissipated slightly. Ruge flicked the tea cup lightly with her fingers, her long eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and there was a faint smile like clear tea on her lips. Suddenly, she coughed. Her shoulders trembled slightly from coughing, and her thin body was wrapped in plain white clothes, she coughed so much that it seemed that even her lungs were about to choke. Dieyi was so anxious that tears swirled, she rushed over to wrap Ruge with a thick cloak, and said anxiously: "Miss, shall we go back? It's too cold here, you won't be able to bear it!" Ruge coughed and patted her hand, said with a smile: "It's always boring in the room." "But..." Dieyi was heartbroken.She knew that this bamboo grove was the owner's favorite place during his lifetime, and the young lady often enjoyed tea and chatted with the owner here. Ruge held back her coughing forcefully, and said, "Sister Dieyi, can you go back first? I want to be alone quietly." Dieyi shook her head in panic: "No!" Lavender came up, tugged at the sleeves of Dieyi, and said gently: "Let's go. If the pain in my heart is not vented, it will be backlogged, and it will be even worse for my body." Miss, this cold has lasted for ten years. For a few days, her cough became worse and her complexion became paler. A few coughs escaped, and Ruge smiled gratefully: "Thank you sister Xunyi." Dieyi don't overdo it.She couldn't watch the lady smile.For some reason, every time the young lady smiled, she felt her heart was bleeding. Lavender gently pulled Dieyi away. Only Ru Ge remained in the bamboo forest. Bamboo forest in winter. Bamboo leaves are much sparser. The bamboo is still green, as green as ever. The wind rustled through the bamboo forest. ... ...that day... ...She looked towards her father, but she didn't see his expression. ... ... Lie Mingjing had already turned around, his thick white hair was reflected red by the setting sun, and his shadow was also red, dragging obliquely on the ground of the green bamboo forest. ... that time. It turned out to be the last time she saw her father. Ru Ge closed her eyes, holding the cold teacup tightly in her cold palm, and the plain white cloak made her look like a snow sculpture without a trace of heating in the ice and snow. If she knew it would be the last time she saw Dad. If she knew it would be the last time she could act like a baby to Daddy. If she knew. Why, everything is so sudden... She buried her head in her arms, lying on the cold stone table, shivering, her whole body seemed to shrink into a small ball. If, she becomes a child. Will dad come out with a smile and tell her that it was just a joke. There is a noise in the bamboo forest! She jumped up, and her knee hit the stone bench next to her. Regardless of the sharp pain, she turned her head in shock, her eyes suddenly brightened terribly, as if thousands of torches were burning! father! A cry stuck in my throat... Ru Ge's body cooled down inch by inch. The plain white cloak fell to the ground. That was Zhan Feng. Dark blue cloth, dark gems, in the rustling bamboo wind, his thick black curly hair shone with a faint blue luster.He looked at Ru Ge, who was seven or eight steps away from her, and there was a faint flickering emotion in his eyes, but he couldn't see it clearly. Seeing Ru Ge suddenly turned around, looking at him with burning eyes, and then the light went out... His hands clenched suddenly. Ru Ge covered her lips and coughed softly: "You are here." Zhan Feng said: "Yes." "What's matter?" "It has been confirmed that a total of nine 'unicorn fire mines' were produced at the Thunderbolt Gate in the south of the Yangtze River, and it was six of them that were detonated outside the master's secret room." "How did you prove it?" "Elder Feng, who is in charge of making firearms at Thunderbolt Gate, admitted it." "Wind White Bureau?" "yes." Ruge coughed again. "Didn't Feng Baiju be expelled from Thunderbolt Gate two months ago?" An expelled elder, how credible is his words? Zhan Feng was concentrating like a song, and she coughed out the sickly blush on her cheeks. "yes." Ruge waited to cough less, raised her head, and looked at him: "Dad's death, is it really caused by Thunderbolt Gate?" Why did she always feel an inexplicable strangeness, it seems that everything is not as simple as it seems on the surface . Zhan Feng's pupils gradually tightened. "You're doubting me." His voice was as cold as a knife. The wind passed through the bamboo forest, and the bamboo leaves rustled. Ru Ge sat back on the stone table and poured a cup of tea. The teacup is cold. The tea is ice cold. She raised her head and was about to drink. Zhan Feng held her.His hands were also cold, covering hers, making her shiver slightly. "You are sick." His voice seemed to be stiff, "Tea cold hurts the body." She hadn't been this close to him for a long time. His palm held the back of her hand. She stared at him blankly, put the teacup back on the stone table, then smiled and said, "It's okay. Thank you for your concern." Alienated and indifferent tone. The deep blue in Zhan Feng's eyes is like a violent sea. Ruge said softly: "How could I doubt you?" She smiled and looked at him quietly, "Could it be that I still doubt that Dad was harmed by you?" She smiled as if telling a joke, her eyes But carefully looked at his expression. Zhan Feng also looked at her. The dark blue figure is stubborn and lonely. Ruge held his forehead and sighed softly: "Thunderbolt Gate is the most suspected. If you confirm that it is them, what will happen next?" Zhan Feng said coldly: "Totally destroy." Ru Ge laughed. "it is good." Her smile is like snow on bamboo leaves, full of indescribable charm. "I will never let the person who killed my father go." Then neither of them seemed to know what to say. Be silent for a while. Ruge picked up the tea set on the stone table, it was father's favorite tea set when he was alive.She stood up and said to Zhan Feng: "There's nothing else, I'm leaving first." He nods. Ruge's long hair is scattered on the plain white clothes, which is surprisingly thin.As soon as the cool wind blew, she couldn't help coughing lightly again. suddenly── Zhan Feng bent down, picked up the white cloak she had slipped to the ground just now, and put it on her shoulders. Ru Ge was stunned, and her steps slowed slightly. "The prescription prescribed by the doctor must be taken on time." He seemed to be speaking to the air, his voice was inaudible. The wind in the bamboo forest raised the corners of her skirt. She finally did not look back. "Thank you." She left the bamboo forest. Zhan Feng's figure was dark blue and lonely in the cold afternoon wind. The next day, Lie Huo Zhuang announced to the world── Jiangnan Pilimen assassinated the former owner Lie Mingjing with secret firearms. Since then, all sects that continue to associate with him have been listed as enemies of the village. Moreover, Pilimen has been developing firearms with amazing lethality for a long time. pose great dangers.Therefore, Lie Huo Zhuang invited all sects in the rivers and lakes to work together to clean up the Perak Gate and restore the peace of the martial arts. As soon as this announcement came out, World Without Knife City took the lead in responding. Tianxia Wudaocheng sent 300 outstanding disciples to be dispatched by Liehuozhuang Village. Jiangnan Shibawu, Shuichuan Gang, Kongtong faction, Qingcheng faction, etc. also responded positively, saying that all actions are under the command of Liehuozhuang. In an instant. Great changes have taken place in the arena. That night. The moon is shining brightly outside the window. There is a light in the window like a bean. The soft flame danced lightly, outlining a slender figure on the pale white wall. Ruge didn't fall asleep. She was wearing a thick cloak, holding a volume of books, coughing lightly.Her face was getting thinner and thinner, and her thin shoulders seemed to shatter with the touch of a finger. Lavender added more charcoal to the warming incense burner, and said softly, "Are you still asleep?" Ru Ge smiled, eyes still looking at the book: "It's still early." "Have you taken the medicine?" Lavender glanced at the purple sand medicine cup on the incense table. "Ah... I forgot..." Ru Ge smiled embarrassedly. Lavender touched the medicine cup and said, "It's getting cold, I'll reheat it before bringing it back." "No need!" Ruge poured out a bowl, "It doesn't matter if it's colder." Anyway, she's been drinking the medicine for a long time, but it still hasn't improved. Lavender didn't let her drink it, her movements were very gentle, but she insisted: "The medicine is cold and hurts the body." Ruge shook his head. In a trance, she felt as if she had heard a very similar sentence somewhere... ... "Tea cold hurts the body." ... ...Zhan Feng held the back of her hand in his palm... Lavender picked up the medicine cup, and suddenly a strange look flashed across her face: "I heard the maids secretly say—" Seeing her hesitant to speak, Ruge couldn't help laughing and coughing and asked, "What's the matter?" Lavender stared at her: "I heard that young master Feng made the medicine these few days by himself." Ru Ge was startled, then laughed: "Talking nonsense, Senior Brother Feng is so busy." Lavender slightly frowned: "Actually, Master Feng—" The door was pushed open with a "whoosh"! Huang Cong rushed in excitedly, his cheeks were flushed by the cold wind, and his eyes were shining with excitement. Both Ruge and Lavender looked at her. Ru Ge coughed: "What's the matter? It seems very happy." Huang Cong was so happy that he opened his mouth to speak, but finally held back, and smiled at Xun Yi: "Is sister Xun Yi cleaning up the medicine bowl?" Lavender said gently: "Yes. I'll go out first." After she left, she gently closed the door. Ruge put down the scroll in his hand, and said with a smile: "It's mysterious, so hurry up and tell me!" Huang Cong leaned close to her ear and whispered a few words. Ruge was shocked! She immediately stood up and stared at Huang Cong, too shocked to speak. Silent moonlight. A little bit of night fog floated faintly. The milky night mist curls like smoke under the moonlight. A few stars. Gentle and bright in the night sky. The blue clothes fluttered in the night wind. On the wooden wheelchair, a pair of slender and slightly pale hands.Although those hands were pale, they reflected the moonlight in the woods, as if they had jade-like light. Fireflies fluttered in front of his knees. Yingying's light is another piece of soft starlight. He closed his eyes. The straight and noble bridge of the nose is stained with the wind and frost that came all the way. A little tired. However, he finally came here. The sound of footsteps is like a heartbeat in surprise and joy... Running towards the man in Tsing Yi... He didn't hear it. Eyes still closed, frowning slightly, as if missing someone most in his heart. She suffered so much pain alone. He couldn't be by her side. The fireflies "flutter" and fly up! A snow-white figure rushed into his arms like the wind, clutched his clothes tightly, raised his face, his eyes were terribly bright, as if all her life was burning in them! "You—" She looked at him closely, feeling her chest was burning, like someone who has been exhausted from running around for a long time finally found a home, and was speechless for a while. He opened his eyes, his eyes full of pity: "I'm late." She had lost so much weight, her cheeks were morbidly flushed, and her lips were a little chapped.She was wearing a plain white robe, with a small white flower on her temples.Her eyes looked at him so attached, like a child who had lost everything, and the fragile tears were quietly condensed. He touched her head: "Is the cold better? Are you still coughing badly?" She stared at him obsessively: "Brother, why are you here..." He was supposed to be fighting against the Japanese army in the south, so how could he suddenly appear by her side. Yu Zihan stared at her: "I don't trust you." this sentence. Her tears flowed down. From the moment she heard the bad news about her father, all her emotions felt like being weighed down by a huge rock, unable to breathe.However, by his side, she didn't have to act so strong.Tears streamed down her cheeks and kept falling, soaking her face and stinging. She cried and held his hands tightly: "You know, they said that father is dead." She shook her head in panic, "I don't believe it, how could he die so suddenly?! Before leaving the village, father was still Okay, smile at me, you hurt me so much, how could you die in the blink of an eye?" Her tears ran wild: "I don't believe it at all!" Yu Zihan hugged her tightly. She stared at him frantically: "Father is not dead!! You see, there is only one jar of ashes, why do you say that father is dead?!! They are all lying, right?!" She coughed from crying. He hugged her tighter and patted her coughing back. She cried and trembled all over: "But, I searched for many places, father's bedroom, study, bamboo forest, lakeside, path, maple forest... I searched everywhere, but... there is no smell of father... I feel I can't reach dad..." Her eyes were red and swollen, tears frightened: "I can't feel my dad anymore!! You know what? I suddenly feel that I really, really, never see my dad again!!" in the woods. Ruge burst into tears. The fireflies flying around dimmed him and her in the forest. She burst into tears in his arms! Tears and snot flooded his clothes, and she cried loudly in his arms like a frightened child... Tears flowed over the ice flowers in her skirt... Her grief-stricken and desperate crying soaked into the crystal ice... Binghua seems to be in pain too... A sad light emanates faintly from the ice flower... The top of Kunlun. The ancient ice and snow are dazzling. The moonlight shines on the ice cave. The biting cold, thousands of years of ice and snow. No one in the world can endure such cruel coldness. There is only one emotion. Holy and immaculate affection. It can regenerate crystals as beautiful as glass. In the night sky, the ice light seemed to come from a distant place. That icy glow condensed tears... The beautiful crystal soul that penetrates the thick ice... Tears in the ice glow... Crystal Soul shook in pain... Her tears? Yes. why is she so sad... Is she sick? Yes. The crystals under the ice layer are struggling, and the beautiful face that makes everything in the world hold their breath emerges... Do you know the price? The tearful Bingmang seems to be sighing... The ice gradually cracked. But, she is crying... In the woods under the moonlight. Yu Zihan raised her tear-filled chin: "If Master is indeed dead, what will happen to you?" She was taken aback. Tears slid down in a daze. He wiped her tears with a silk handkerchief: "Master loved you the most during his lifetime, seeing you so sad, I'm afraid it's even more sad than you." "He can't see it." She turned her face away. He sighed: "But, there is still me." Juanpa gently wiped away her tears, "Ge'er, do you know how anxious I was when I heard that you were sick?" She looks down. "Master passed away, and I am also very sad." His voice was heavy.Since he was five years old, he has come to Liehuozhuang, and the master is like another father to him. "However, you have to take care of yourself." He gently wiped away her last tear, "I just cried a lot, and I should have vented all the pain in my heart. Then, don't get sick in the future, okay? " He stared at her with concern in his eyes. She stopped crying, and when the cool wind blew, she coughed. Yu Zihan took off his cloak and put it on her body, saying: "If you are seriously ill, do you know how sad I will be?" She looked up. He wrapped her tightly in a cloak: "Ge'er..." The light of fireflies dances lightly. Dim fluorescent. Bright and clear. He leaned over and hugged her, lovingly caressing her. After a while, Ruge moved in his arms, looked at him, and tried to smile: "I know. Senior brother, I will be strong. I only cried in front of you." He patted her: "Try not to be so sad after crying." "……Ok." "Get better soon." "……Ok." "That's a good song." He patted her on the head lovingly. She took a breath and said, "Senior brother, I won't let myself be sick all the time... I... still have a lot of things to do." The solemnity of her expression made him "listen" carefully. "Father's death, I always feel something strange." She said slowly, "Senior Brother Feng thinks it was the Jiangnan Thunder Martial Hall, but..." "What's wrong?" She shook her head slowly: "I can't say, maybe I will have some clues after a while. And..." She hesitated, "Master Yi and Senior Brother Feng..." When her father was alive, she always felt that Yilang was against Zhan Feng. Some are hostile, and Zhan Feng has always avoided her.But recently... Yu Zihan thought for a long time. Then, he said, "Ge'er, come with me." Ruge was slightly taken aback. There is endless concern in his eyes: "The situation in Liehuozhuang is complicated, and I can't be by your side. Although you are the owner of the village appointed by the master, you have never intervened in the affairs of the village." "Are you afraid I'm in danger?" He pondered and said: "Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty." The moon in the sky is as bright as a silver plate, and the faint mist is like a layer of curling white gauze, and the fireflies have already flown away at some point. It was very quiet in the woods. Ruge thinks quietly. She finally shook her head and said with a wry smile: "I really want to go with you. I never wanted to be the owner of this villa. However, Dad handed over Liehuozhuang to me." She bit her lip, her eyes gradually brightened, "Liehuozhuang has officially become an enemy of Jiangnan Thunder Gate, and the martial arts are about to be bloody. At this moment, I can't leave." Yu Zihan seemed to have known for a long time that she would make such a decision. Although, he wanted to take her away and keep her away from the turmoil in the martial arts world.However, no matter where you go, as long as there are people in the world, there will be endless problems to face. He wanted to protect her so that she would never have any worries. However, she has grown up. Ru Ge held his hand, shook it lightly, and smiled: "Don't worry about me, I will protect myself." Her smile is bright: "I am the proudest daughter of Dad." Two hours later. When Yu Zihan left the woods and rushed back to the distance, it was already the darkest hour of the night. Huang Cong supported Ru Ge, and looked at her curiously: "Huh? Just for a while, your complexion seems to be much better." Ruge coughed slightly: "Where is it so fast." Huang Cong smiled shrewdly: "I knew that your illness would be cured soon after my lord came here." What, she said that she seemed to be suffering from lovesickness.However, after weeping bitterly in Senior Brother Yu's arms just now, the pain in his heart was indeed relieved a lot, and his head seemed to be clearer. The two walked slowly. Yu Zihan's coming this time is actually against military discipline, so it is very secretive.When they came out to meet each other, they didn't take a sedan or car. Fortunately, the woods were very close to the backyard of Lie Huo Manor, and they arrived as soon as they talked. Come along the winding path in the village. Next to the road is a lake. The fog in the lake is getting thicker. The moon seemed to be obscured. The night darkened. Huang Cong rubbed his hands while walking, and said with a sigh: "It's so cold, it's almost freezing people's hands off!" Ruge gave her the hand warmer. "Then how can it be, you are still sick!" Ruge wrapped the cloak tighter: "I'm thicker than you, so I'm not cold." Huang Cong thanked him repeatedly, put his hand into the warm fox fur handbag, sucked his frozen red nose, and said, "It's so cold, there's no one else in the village except us..." Ruge's gaze suddenly turned to the front left. The footsteps stopped. He murmured, "Not necessarily." The lake in the night, the mist rises. The vast white mist is mysterious and strange in the dark night. There are two people by the lake. One person is dressed in blue, has curly hair, and the jewel in his right ear is faintly shining. The other person was dressed in red, barefoot, and had long hair that could almost fall to the ground. He held a delicate golden wine glass between his fingers, and seemed to be laughing loudly, but there was no sound coming out. small road. Ru Ge tugged at Huang Cong, pointed to the man in red: "Can you see him?" "Yes!" Huang Cong laughed, "Master Zhan seems to stay up all night lately. I heard from the maids that he often sits by the deserted lotus pond all night." Ruge was startled. Then, she sighed: "I mean, can you see the man in red?" "The man in red?" Huang Cong widened her eyes and looked into the night. She rubbed her eyes, looked again, and said with a smile, "Are you dazzled? There is only Mr. Zhan there. He is obviously wearing blue clothes. How could he be a man in red?" Woolen cloth?" Ru Ge asked in surprise: "Can't you see?" The man in red appeared like a ghost every time he appeared. "There is nothing, what am I looking at," Huang Cong muttered, and suddenly, "Oh, Mr. Zhan seems to have seen us!" Zhan Feng turned around from the lake. From a distance, his eyes fell on Ruge. He looked at her thin shoulders wrapped in a white cloak, her slightly swollen eye sockets and the remaining tears of embarrassment on her cheeks. Zhan Feng came, only one step away from Ruge. "Have you ever cried?" His voice was low and his eyes were tight. Ruge suddenly felt a slight pain from the tears on his face. She avoided his sight: "I'm going back." "Where did you go?" Zhan Feng asked. Ruge coughed lightly, tightened her plain white cloak, slowly raised her head, and said, "Senior Brother Feng, I'm a little tired and want to go back." Zhan Feng froze. After a while, looking at her, a soft blue gradually appeared in his eyes. "The wind and cold have not healed, so don't go to bed too late." Ruge was secretly surprised, Zhan Feng was always stubborn, if he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would not give up easily.She couldn't help but glanced at him, but happened to meet his dark blue eyes. "Thank you." She turned around to leave, but finally couldn't help but looked at the bloody man in red by the lake again. White mist curls up in the lake late at night. The man in red raised his head and drank from his glass.The golden wine glass was exquisite and small, shining brightly in the night. The wine glass shouldn't be able to hold too much wine, but he was already slightly drunk in a trance. Walking barefoot on the cold ground. The blood-red clothes were blown violently by the night wind. "Who is he?" Ruge looked at the man in red. Zhan Feng's pupils suddenly constricted! The man in red seemed to hear Ruge's voice, and turned his face slightly. Pale and transparent skin, as if he had been with the devil day and night in hell; his thin lips were as bright as the first ray of blood gushing out of life. A bright red cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. The eyes seem to be filled with the most profound affection, however, if you look carefully, there is actually cruel indifference and ruthlessness inside. On the path, Huang Cong rubbed his eyes vigorously. Why does Ru Ge always think that there is a "man in red" by the lake?There was clearly only a cloud of white mist. Zhan Feng's voice was very strange: "You...can you see it?" No one in the world can penetrate the barrier set up by that man. by the lake. The man in red also looked at Ruge. A plain white cloak, a thin and beautiful face, stubborn and bright eyes, it seems that she has just cried, and there are some tears on her cheeks. She shouldn't be wearing white. The man in red picked up his wine glass and raised it towards Ruge, his voice was as gentle and charming as the waves at the bottom of the lake: "I am An Yeluo."