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At this time, Hong Jingtao meaningfully looked at the couple who were fleeing in panic. Suddenly, he felt slightly disappointed and sad. Yang Xiandie, the Holy Daughter of the White Lotus, had appeared in the famous hall of Jinan City since childhood. Her beauty and coldness was like a blooming lotus flower, causing people to feel tender and lovable. And such a beautiful flower already belonged to him, but that Aurora Sword, Zhao Jiannan did not know what sort of sacred art he had used to bend his waist.

Although he didn't really care about this woman, but knowing that the other side had a person who was completely devoted to them, he couldn't help but feel a sense of expectation. Why wasn't the groom my disappointment and regret?

After all, they were supposed to be famous guards, but they were actually their prisoners. As long as the White Lotus Cult was not destroyed, it was possible for them to make a comeback. Therefore, Yang Xidie's fate was destined to be hopeless, and this was also the reason why the other party refused to agree to Zhao Jiannan's request.

He still remembered the first time he saw her. A pair of weak and helpless big eyes, delicate and pitiful, shivering and small, that was filled with fear of the future and the desire to survive. Yang and the White Lotus Cult thugs were escorted to the royal palace, where they waited for Marshal Hong Beifei's final judgement.

Marshal Hong Beifei looked at the thugs who were rebelling within his territory with an imposing manner. The black mass of people could not be seen at all; the number of people was beyond his expectations. There were also many old people and children who were naked, and each of them had a mournful expression on their faces. But so what if they were, they were fates destined to be destroyed from the moment they joined the rebellion.

The end result of the war was that both sides would fight to the death. If he was merciful and lenient, then the people of the White Lotus Cult would do as they pleased. If they were not eliminated, they might be the ones who would be overthrown and destroyed in the future. Who would pity them when the time came? The grass on the plain was withered and flourished year after year. Survival and destruction were like the positive and the negative, and darkness and light existed together, opposing and unifying. And as the two opposing sides, their fates were already set. Whoever was more cruel to one another would be able to survive.

Hong Beifei stood at the top of the stairs and suddenly noticed the dazzling light in the eyes of the weak and helpless girl in the crowd. It was the hope for life and the fear of the future, and it pierced his eyes.

His expression slightly changed, and he ordered someone to bring the little girl to him. He examined this little girl who was about the same age as his own child. Her face was pale and bloodless, shivering in the cold wind. However, her pair of deep and bright eyes were like a shining star in the night sky, lighting up her entire being. Although she was still very scared and helpless, she still maintained a rare calm and smile.

Seeing her smile like the last of the Light of Life, Hong Beifei raised his eyebrows and coldly said to her, "Little girl, aren't you afraid?" At this moment, if the other party said the wrong word, blood would splash out on the spot. Killing was just a thought, and sometimes there was no need for a reason.

It could be said that this little girl's life was only in the span of a breath. The bystanders waited in horror for the scene of her throat being strangled.

She just quietly said, "What's the use of being afraid!" Then there was nothing more to say.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the commander, Hong Beifei. There was complete silence. Seeing how the other side was calm and collected, as if they were in a deep abyss, he was anxious, but he didn't dare to make any wild guesses.

At that time, Hong Beifei's thoughts were actually very simple. If this little girl told him that she wasn't afraid, he would immediately order her to be executed. Because she was lying. If she said she was afraid, then it proved she was a poor, timid child, and he had no scruples about pity. Therefore, there was only one result. Death.

But she didn't say that. What was the use of saying that he was afraid? These words seemed ordinary, but they were also true. They spoke of her current lonely and helpless fate, yet also brimmed with the desire and strength to live. There was no use in being afraid. Even in the face of death, one had to face it calmly and fearlessly. This was the most precious thing about life.

However, there were some things that could only be understood but not spoken. Hong Beifei did not need to explain anything to others and did not need to do so. These thoughts only flashed through his mind as he asked another question. "Little girl, what's your name?"

"Yang Love Butterfly!"

Then, Wang Xiuxian and the others told him that this little girl was the Saint Daughter of the White Lotus Cult, Yang Xiandie.

In the end, Hong Beifei made a decision that others would always criticize. He kept Yang Xiandie as his beloved son, Hong Jingtao's childhood playmate. As for those thugs from the White Lotus Sect, he had to reassess them. The leaders of those thugs would punish them severely. The accomplices were sent to exile and sentenced to cortege. And then there were the old people and children who were finally dismissed one by one, leaving the rest behind.

In this way, Yang Love Butterfly became Hong Jingtao's playmate, bravely surviving in Jinan Da Tang. Then her nightmare began.

The renowned Young Master Hong Jingtao had been smart and bold since young. He didn't have any pity for the maids and maids under his command. As long as he wasn't in a good mood, he would scold them and beat them to death. There was once a person who did not know what was good for him. He had talked behind his back about how he had been found out and died on the spot. He had been pressed down to the bottom of the pond to suffocate to death. Killing people was sometimes just that simple. Who asked him to be the famous Young Master? Killing someone was just a matter of words.

As he grew up, the bitter days of the Yang Love Butterfly came. Until one day, when Hong Beifei coincidentally saw his beloved son, Hong Jingtao, use violence against the Yang Love Butterfly, he flew into a rage and immediately beat up his good-for-nothing son, tidying him up. He even warned Hong Jingtao severely. If he was found out of his ludicrous and ugly behavior, he would immediately cripple him and let his second brother, Hong Jiren, inherit the orthodoxy.

Hong Jinglang was trembling with fear. From then on, he had to be cautious and well-behaved in the famous hall. He was afraid that Hong Beifei would hear any rumors or gossip. If it were not for the command of the North Marshal Hong Beifei, who knew how many girls in the famous hall would be harmed by him, and everyone would know about it.

Therefore, Hong Jingtao's attitude towards Yang Love Butterfly was very complex. Seeing this young girl, who had once made him bully her whenever he wanted, becoming so beautiful that he could do whatever he wanted, now that she actually wanted to marry someone else, the thought of her snow-white neck and slender and slender feet made his throat feel hot, his mouth was dry, and he really wanted to drink some water to quench his thirst. At the same time, there was a violent restlessness in my heart, so intense, well, I was really thirsty. Yang Love Butterfly. Hur Hur. Do you really think you can escape?

At this moment, Zhao Jiannan and Yang Xiandie hurriedly escaped from the scene that everyone was looking at with eyes filled with fear and trepidation. When they were certain that no one else could see them, they hid in a nearby garden, panting heavily.

At this moment, two young and fiery hearts were instantly lit ablaze, gazing at each other with deep affection. You have me in your midst, and I have you in mine. Your pupils reflect my youthful and beautiful face, her heart is beating for you, feel life so strong and hot power.

Zhao Jiannan stretched out his strong hands and gently ruffled the disheveled hair of Yang Xiangdie. He looked at her affectionately and said softly, "Xiao Die, you know me. From the moment I saw you, I've been in love with you deeply. After all these years, I have been missing your beauty day and night, your gentleness, your loveliness and your smile. Little Butterfly, I love you! I hope that I can be with you forever in the future, forever and ever! "

Yang Bidie's face was red with embarrassment, but she couldn't bear to leave him. Looking at this man who gave her hope and sunshine, she felt so happy that she almost fainted. Because she had also fallen deeply in love with him long ago, when the moment of happiness arrived was like a dream, it made her exultant and abnormally terrified at the same time. She was afraid that if she was with him and knew the truth about her, would he still love her as much as he did now? She didn't know, but her heart was already filled with happiness and joy. Looking into his fiery gaze, she felt as if her heart was about to explode. "How far is it forever?"