Chapter 39 thirty-nine

"I'll go down for a while." Yun Huan stood up, "I can't sleep here." "Yes." Xiao knew where he was going, but just nodded silently—the master didn't like it here, and even spent the night in Garou Luoli, and had to go back to the restored Oasis Palace in the past few days. After he left, she sat silently in the dark night, not moving for a long time.A drop of tear fell from the corner of the eye, and fell to the ground like a bead.With her master gone, she will fall into endless nightmares alone... facing the faces of the dead clansmen. Tonight, will those stingrays still come?Will it bring those accusations and cursing?

In the eyes of the tribe, he must be an unprecedented traitor, right? She bent down and looked at the ground.On the earth, countless creatures were dying, and the souls of those people were continuously extracted from the ground, and gradually merged into the inner cabin of Jialuluo, refined in the red lotus fire, and became the driving force of this killing machine.Every time her strength increased, she felt that the pain in her heart increased—why?Why not turn her heart into stone when she becomes one with Garuda and becomes an unprecedented killing machine? If this is the case, when faced with the order to go to war with the motherland, you won't feel that life is worse than death, right?

Xiang... Although you and I are the two puppets with the highest skills in the Legion, our goals and beliefs are completely different-maybe in the eyes of others, you are noble and I am selfish, but we have also betrayed countless people. He has hurt countless people, and fought to the end for the belief he believed in. But now you are saving Fei Lian at all costs in the flames of war. The heroine of the National Restoration Army... Have you ever had such painful struggles and choices in your heart? —— Under the order of the Marshal Po Jun, the imperial capital mobilized the best craftsmen to start work day and night, so it only took more than two months to rebuild this Ganquan Palace.Now the palace located in the northwest corner of the imperial city has returned to its original splendor and neatness, as if it had never been subjected to war.

Yun Huan quietly stepped into the courtyard, gently opened the door, and returned to a familiar place. ——However, the scenery is still the same, but the personnel and affairs are completely different.But there was no elder sister who greeted him with a gentle and serene smile, nor was there any lively and willful younger sister who dodged to look at him behind the door.When he came back here again, he was already a demon who had turned his back on heaven and earth. He walked quietly through the garden, the golden light in his eyes dimmed inch by inch.When he pushed open the last door of the inner hall, he paused his hand, lowered his eyes, and whispered respectfully outside the door: "Master, this apprentice has come to see you."

After the notification, he carefully opened the door and entered. As soon as the door was opened, the lights in the room were like beans, and countless curtains fluttered and turned in the night wind, like thousands of pieces of white snow. Behind the thousand curtains, a face as white as a lotus is hidden in the light, peaceful and tranquil.The man seemed to have fallen asleep in a wheelchair, with his eyes closed and his face serene.His long hair hung straight to the ground, motionless in the cold wind of the imperial capital. Yun Huan walked in under the moonlight and stopped ten steps away.

This portrait was made by the best painter in the imperial capital. It is beautiful, serene, and lifelike. The purpose of rebuilding Ganquan Palace is to leave a memorial for the people I cherished in the past.The portraits of the two women are enshrined in the hall, one is his eldest sister who is connected by blood, and the other is the guide he will never forget in his life. Wu Zhen Yunzhu's appearance was met by many people in the imperial capital, so he was able to draw it vividly very quickly.However, for another woman whom the painters have never met, the painters have never been able to draw smoothly—however, the tyrannical Po Jun is surprisingly patient, tirelessly describing to the painter time and time again, each time the tone is gentle and soothing, as if indulging In some kind of rare good memory.

However, after all, I have never seen it in person, and the painter's brushwork has always lacked that unique charm, either too beautiful or pale.The superiors executed many painters in a row in anger, and they didn't feel satisfied until the last one—and that clever painter directly used the statue of the Creator God in the temple as a prototype .Such a peaceful and compassionate look, which transformed all things, unexpectedly coincided with the lotus-like plain face in memory. There is a jade incense table placed in front of the portrait, on which are displayed many rare and rare treasures in the world, but in the center is a plate of peaches, although it has passed the spring, they are plump and still as delicious as freshly picked.

"Master," he knelt down in front of the incense table, put his hands on the table, and murmured softly with his head down, "Do you know? The matter is irreversible—I killed Senior Sister Baiying, and I will kill Senior Brother Xijing... ...I will eventually destroy both Kongsang and Haiguo." After all, I can't do a single word of what you said... Your spirit in heaven, can you close your eyes and not look at it?Your apprentice has now become what you hate the most... But, if I didn't, I wouldn't be able to live long ago.I am not willing to die like that...Master, I am not willing!Did you know?

He murmured softly, the golden light in his eyes gradually extinguished. The light of the cold moon slanted in, and the curtain drifted silently in the night wind.The soldier in uniform finally fell asleep, and lay down in front of the desk with his clothes on, as quiet as a child.