C566 The Arrow Never Leaves the Heart

That's how the story started. The biological siblings turned against each other and fought on the battlefield. Jian Yuheng used what she had learned in her life to face her own people with the swords and spears of her enemies. Jian Xiuheng, on the other hand, used a breath of air that had been accumulated over more than ten years to beat up the enemies that she had protected.

But in this era where the king did not see the king, there would always be people who would be defeated.

Jian Xiuheng was alone after all. Even if there was a Xu behind him who would never abandon him, he would only have one person.

And a single person would not be able to defeat the joint strategy of the three parties.

Jian Xiuheng and Jian Yuheng fought intermittently for three years. In the end, they were defeated by his trusted aides who he had personally supported.

As the Emperor, he had left the capital for too long. It had been so long that many people had forgotten that he was still the Emperor who killed without batting an eye. Therefore, some people had little intentions. They were tempted by the threat of the Great Martial Army and gave him the most fatal blow.

He was trapped by his subordinates in the enemy's trap. He was supposed to die, but in the end, he was rescued by Xu with a slim chance of survival.

Xu's right arm was cut off, and he had an arrow in his left chest. The arrow grazed his heart and couldn't be pulled out. Every breath he took was from Hell King.

Fortunately, God didn't want to take their lives for now. They dragged their broken bodies and helped each other to find a village isolated from the world.

The people in the village were very kind. Even though they were afraid, they still gave them a small shed and some herbs and food. They lay together for half a month and finally woke up in a sunny day.

It was spring at that time, and everyone was busy sowing seeds. The villagers on the road were all carrying basket baskets and carrying hoes, shouting and shouting as they worked together.

Jian Xiuheng and Xu leaned against each other and looked at the bright sun. Tears fell from their eyes. He asked, "Shall we stay here?"

Xu used his intact left arm to hug him and nodded.

The two of them lived in the village. The villagers were absolutely kind to the two who had survived the gates of hell. They helped the two of them build a house in a dilapidated shed, and also gave them pots, pans, and shabby clothes. In the end, they even emptied a small field for them to grow food.

The farmland was not big. It could be reached in a few steps, but it was better than nothing. Xu used one hand to turn it over and plant seeds. He made time to water them every day, and then waited with Jian Xiuheng for them to germinate and grow.

There was a river outside the village, with fish and shrimp inside. Xu could catch a stupid fish from inside from time to time to improve their wild vegetables and rice balls' diet day after day.

Jian Xiuheng didn't pull out the arrow from his chest. There was no doctor in the village. Xu could not pull it out without a hand. He was too lazy to do it himself. He simply let it grow in his flesh. He thought... It probably wouldn't hurt if it grew to become one with him.

However, pain would still hurt. The wound would never heal. It was not easy for the scab to heal, and it would hurt as much as a bone if it rained. He could not take large strides or breathe heavily. He could only let Xu support him as he moved bit by bit.

Living like this was like a piece of trash, but he did not want to die, nor did he want to go back. He just wanted to protect Xu and watch the sun with him every day.

The arrow was in his body. He vaguely knew how long his body could live. Maybe it would be better if he pulled it out, but he did not care.

Until one day, a new person got married in the village. The wedding procession walked past their shabby house with drums and gongs. The main family warmly invited them to attend the ceremony.