C1 Aromatic spirit vanishing night

The night was as cool as water, dark without end. Ye Weiyang, the moon was cold, and the frost bloomed on the ground. The mountain was silent. The darkness was like a dormant monster that stretched all the way to the distance, blurry and without end.

A sudden clap of thunder broke the silence of the night, echoing in his ears for a long time.

His soul was still dim and colorless as he charged down from the city gates. The sounds of killing shook the sky and the iron hooves flew in the air. The foreign forces were fighting in the Red Army Region.

In the distant sky, the dark and gloomy night suddenly turned red, like a smear of red. It was strange and bloody. How could there be red clouds in the night sky when it was so late at night?

The blue curtains were as pure as the sky, and the large, finely embroidered peonies bloomed on the bright red brocade.

The carved wooden bed had jade hooks that looked like crescent moons as they lifted up the curtains high up in the sky. It was unknown whether the red silk sheets were dyed red by the blood, or whether they were already so red.

A hand, pale as a pear flower, was visible beneath the red blanket, without a trace of blood. It was as pale as a piece of paper, as delicate as a petal that had been torn from a branch by the wind or rain, and as gaunt as a flower.

Her long hair fell down, revealing a snow-white face the size of a palm. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was unwilling to part with them.

"Prepare yourself for the future, miss is leaving!"

"Little sister, little sister, wake up, what should we do?"

There was a rich medicinal fragrance on the bed in the back room. Her hair was flowing down onto the bed, and her pretty face was as pale as a wilting pear flower.

At the edge of the bed, a young man tightly held the girl's hand. He sobbed softly and his body lightly trembled.

"Sister, if the military region is breached, we will definitely be killed!"

The young girl quietly laid on the bed without making a sound.

"Butler, the enemy is attacking the city walls. I'm afraid the military state won't be able to hold on."

A soft voice came from outside the door, but the tightly shut door did not open.

Butler's face was full of worry. He indifferently said: "Understood."

He already knew that the military state would not be able to defend itself in the end.

"Little sister, you can't die …"

The youth's tears flowed recklessly as he forcefully held the young girl's hand. When he held her hand, there was a touch of coldness, and the young girl's lips were green and white.

The butler hugged the young man and sighed, "Young General, the little miss has gone. Let her rest quietly."

"Can the military state hold?"

"Young General, you don't have to worry about these things. Go and pack up. This lowly one will bring Young General to other places."

"No, I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere."

The youth shrunk his body in fear. "My sister was killed by the mob in the city. I will stay here and not go anywhere."

"That's not a mob, but a spy secretly lurking in the city. Young General, be obedient and follow me."

He shook his head. Why was the general's son so weak? He did not look like the son of a famous general. On the contrary, he looked like a lady with the bearing of a general.

Knowing that it was only a matter of time before the Military Region would be breached, and Helian Shan was unwilling to give up, he would rather die than give up.

He suddenly stood up and picked up the young man. His empty sleeves fluttered, and he only had one arm left. It was effortless for him to lift the youth up with a single arm.

"Sister! "Not good, little sister, she …"

The youth turned pale with fright. "Uncle Yi, Uncle Yi, her little sister, she …"

He was panting heavily. Fear was written all over his face. His fingers were trembling as he pointed towards the bed. His body was shivering nonstop.

The butler turned his head to look at the girl on the bed and was immediately stunned. His face was full of shock as he looked at the girl on the bed.

On the bed, a single crystal drop had congealed on her long eyelashes, which were as long as flower petals. Her eyelashes constantly trembled as the young girl lifted her hand to wipe away the blood on her lips. Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

"Water …"

An extremely low murmur was heard from the bed. Unintentionally, it widened its eyes and gazed at the bed.

"Miss, Miss …"

He unexpectedly grabbed the girl's wrist on the bed and then placed his hand between her nose and mouth. His eyes were filled with tears, and his astonished face suddenly revealed a look of ecstasy.

"Miss, the Miss isn't dead!"

"Uncle Yi …"

The teenager took a few steps back, not daring to go over. He tightly held the door frame and looked at her with tears in his eyes.

"Young General, Miss is not dead! She is not dead!"

"Look, the Miss isn't dead!"

The youth sat down on the floor, his elegant face full of tears. He stared blankly at the girl who had opened her eyes on the bed.

After a while, the youth asked, "Is my sister really still alive?"

"Miss, Miss, please answer this lowly one."

Just now, he had clearly felt that Helian Manqiu's pulse was already gone, and her breathing had also disappeared from her mouth and nose.

Who knew that he would be rolling in the battlefield all year round, crawling around in piles of corpses. If it wasn't for the fact that he was missing an arm, he wouldn't have the leisure to be a housekeeper in the garrison.

"Water, I'm so thirsty!"

Ah!

She opened her eyes from the bed and stared blankly around her.

What a strange place. An ancient scent was emanating far away. The furniture was purple in color and the windows were covered in paper. The furnishings inside the room were all made of wood, giving off a simple and unadorned feeling.

"I must be dreaming. Right, I must be dreaming."

Just as he was about to sit up, he fell back down and closed his eyes, gasping for breath. The pain on his body was not like that of a dream, everything could be fake, the pain could not be fake.

"Miss, how are you?"

What was the point of being overjoyed? He quickly walked to the bed and put down Helian Qingyu, who was in his embrace, and placed his finger on Helian Manqiu's wrist.

Her heart beat a little faster and her breathing quickened. There was a tinge of color on her face. Even though her eyes were closed, her breathing was steady. Her cheeks were no longer as pale and there was a tinge of blood on her lips.

"Miss, how do you feel?"

"Miss?"

After being asked several questions, this word that had a special meaning entered his ears. He felt extremely uncomfortable.

When she opened her eyes again, the burning pain told her that everything was true.

He remembered that when he was on a mission before, Mo Bai's body flew up and blood spilled all over her body. Only his pale, bloodless face had a hint of a smile on it. Finally, he stretched out his hand towards her with a look of deep sadness in his eyes and left.

Mo Bai died right in front of her!

Is she dead too?

Pain spread all over his body. He didn't die yet. So it turns out that dying was a difficult task.

If she wasn't dead, where was this place? Who are these people?

She asked herself, "Where is this place?" Who is this body? Did he teleport? Why did I get hurt? In what situation? Was he being abused or killed? "Yes …"

Was it a conspiracy?

Looking at her closely, there was a face that had been through many vicissitudes of life. There were deep wrinkles and scars that looked like they had been carved by an axe. Upon closer inspection, there were several scars that looked like they came from the depths of hell.