C1 Sometimes Flowers Bloom

The black clouds pressed down on the city, and the flames shot out in all directions. The shouts of battle shook the sky. Yun Yan stood at a high place and watched as her clansmen desperately protected the last bit of peace of the wingkind. The layers of corpses were like small hills.

Yun Yan's eyes reflected the flames in the sky. Other than the flames, there was only the color of blood in her eyes. She struggled to support her body and flew towards the enemy once again.

The black clouds in the sky kept rolling, as if they were about to swallow the entire territory of the wingkind. Thunder rumbled in the sky, as if it was announcing the fall of their race. A drop of crystal-clear tears appeared in Yun Yan's eyes, and slowly rolled down from her eyes.

The foundation of the wingkind that had lasted for ten thousand years was destroyed in her hands just like that? Yun Yan swept her gaze across the people of her race who were fighting a bloody battle. Facing the challenge of the Devil Clan, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, all of them picked up their weapons and stood out to protect the land that they relied on to survive.

As the youngest Queen of the wingkind, she had only inherited the throne for less than three hundred years. Her foundation was still unstable, and the internal strife of the wingkind had just calmed down. The Devil Clan took the opportunity to seize the land of the wingkind. Before the previous Queen of the wingkind passed away, she had passed all of her life's work to her only daughter, Yun Yan. Yun Yan had been wandering outside for nearly ten thousand years, and perhaps it was a last compensation for her.

The Devil Lord, Chongwu,'s sword pierced through her shoulder. When the sword was pulled out of her body, Yun Yan saw a pillar of blood spurting out. When fighting against the Devil Clan, it was like throwing an egg at a rock. Compared to the Devil Clan, who was good at fighting, they were nothing more than a child's trick.

The Demon Lord, Chongwu, once again waved his sword and gave Yun Yan, who was about to get up, another heavy blow. Yun Yan was sent flying several meters away by the sword Qi and fell heavily onto the ground.

“My lady…” Not far away, Ting Song desperately killed the enemy in front of him and ran towards her. Chongwu once again slashed at Yun Yan's chest. Ting Song shouted, "No…" At some point, a blue light appeared behind him. An arrow pierced through his chest from behind. He lowered his head to look at the half-arrow in front of his chest. He staggered a few steps and fell heavily onto the ground. He slowly crawled towards Yun Yan.

Chongwu pulled out the long sword from Yun Yan's chest. Blood gushed out and splashed onto Chongwu's face. He smiled proudly and wiped the blood off his face.

Yun Yan lay on the ground with her face facing the sky. The rain finally started to fall. After being washed by the rainwater, the city of the wingkind turned into a river of blood.

Pain. Pain. Her entire body was in pain. She said in a low voice, "Qiyue, I am in pain."

Perhaps it was because of her blurry consciousness, but she seemed to have seen the person she loved the most standing in front of her. He was smiling at her, gently whispering into her ear, "Yanyan, wait for me."

There was only the sound of the raindrops hitting the ground. Yun Yan smiled and stretched out her hand towards the sky. She gently stroked the side of that person's face, but she could not feel any warmth in her hand.

She murmured, "Qiyue... I'll tell you some good news when you come back..." Yun Yan smiled. She lifted her hand with difficulty and gently caressed her belly. "You will be very happy."

Then she thought that she couldn't hold on any longer. She finally cried and muttered to herself, "No, I... don't have the chance... to tell you..."

She blinked lightly. Raindrops streaked across her eyes, mixed with her tears, and flowed on the land of the wingkind. She took out a wooden carving of a Bright Bird from her bosom. Her blood-stained hand dyed a small piece of the wooden bird red. She smiled and caressed the little wooden bird as she said softly, "Qiyue, I... will leave first..."

The heavy rain fell for seven days. Seven days later, when Qiyue hurried over, he saw corpses all over the place. He went crazy as he searched for Yun Yan in the mountain of corpses. He shouted Yun Yan's name heartbreakingly.

The Devil Realm attacked the Heaven Realm, so Qiyue had to hold on. When he found out that the Devil Realm had only held him back to prevent the Heaven Realm from reinforcing the wingkind, he could take down the wingkind in one fell swoop.

Blood that flowed like a small river had already dried up. The bloodstains on the streets that they often walked on were everywhere. "Yanyan..." Qiyue called her name again. She still had a last hope in her heart. Perhaps she was still alive.

Qiyue closed her eyes and searched for Yun Yan's Spiritual Sense. Once, twice, thrice. He tried again and again, but he could no longer sense Yun Yan's aura.

He looked up to the sky and roared like he had gone crazy. He searched for Yun Yan's figure in the Corpse Mountain again. Finally, he saw the familiar figure. She had her eyes tightly closed and was lying on a pile of ruins. Her long hair was spread out around her body like a black datura blooming. Qiyue knelt on the ground and hugged Yun Yan tightly in her arms. She gently wiped the blood and dust off her face.

He smiled and said, "Yanyan, I finally found you." Then he cried, "Yanyan, I'm late. Are you angry at me? Hurry up and open your eyes and look at me."

He hugged Yun Yan's corpse and kissed her softly. However, her lips were no longer as warm and soft as before. Qiyue really hoped that all of this was not real. She was just asleep and could open her eyes and smile at him at any time. Then, she hugged his neck and gently responded to his kiss.

Qiyue gently stroked her face. Her face was not as red and cute as before. At this moment, Yun Yan's face was as white as a sheet of paper. There was no blood on his face. He saw that her white dress was stained with a large amount of blood. After being soaked in the rain, it had turned into a faint pink color.

He hugged her tightly and used his own face to stick to her face. He wanted to use his embrace to warm her body, but she still closed her eyes and did not move. Suddenly, he heard a pattering sound. Qiyue looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a small wooden bird that was stained with blood beside Yun Yan's hand.

He gently picked up the little wooden bird. This was really the first time Yun Yan went to the Heavenly Palace. He gave it to her as a small gift for her. It had been so long, and she actually kept it by her side.

Qiyue cast a spell, and the little wooden bird suddenly stood up. It flapped its wings and mimicked Yun Yan's tone, "Qiyue, when you come back, I will tell you a piece of good news. I don't have the chance to tell you anymore. Qiyue, I'll be leaving first …"

Qiyue had never thought that this little girl would walk in front of him one day. He regretted that he didn't express his feelings to her early on. So what if she was young? It would be fine as long as she slowly grew up.

Qiyue stood up and hugged Yun Yan tightly. He wiped his tears, and his eyes finally became firm, "Yanyan, wait for me. I'll bring you back right away …"