My enemies became my companions

Chapter 389 I Like You (8k big chapter, please vote)
The next morning, a fisherman got up early and pulled the net. The net was extremely heavy and he thought he had caught a big fish. However, after pushing aside the small fish and shrimps, he only saw a bloated corpse.

The fisherman reported the incident to the authorities that day, and at noon, the news was transmitted back to the Magpie Pavilion via a falcon.

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"Is the Laughing Pelican confirmed dead?"

"Confirmed dead, do you want to see it?"

"It's too late to see it now. Let's pour him two more cups later." The Death Crow muttered, wiping the sleeve of his arm. He drew a picture on the ground, "The Laughing Pelican died over there, probably not long after he disappeared. It's the area where the middle and lower reaches meet, and the water is turbulent. He couldn't have crossed the river, so he stayed on the north bank."

Wu Chang Ying glanced at the map on the ground and said, "There are two villages and a mountain. The two villages are called Da Qi Tou and Da Qi Wei, and the mountain is called Zui Jiang Shan. There is a Hui Shou Cliff in the mountain, and there are many woodcutters who make a living by collecting Ganoderma lucidum. It's New Year's Day now, so there are not many woodcutters, so it's impossible for him to pretend to be someone else."

"You know that place?"

"That's where I came from, and my godmother chose me at first sight." Wuchangying's tone was full of pride. The godmother he mentioned was the nameless old lady.

The Death Crow scratched his nose with his sleeve and whispered, "In that case, I'll go with you."

"You don't work with the Soul Returning Bird?"

"She will be accompanying the Queen Mother," the Death Crow paused, then continued, "Are you sure we can find this Chen?"

Wu Chang Ying said with certainty, "We can find it."

"Yes, since he wants to deal with us, of course he will leave traces."

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In the An family mansion somewhere in Qiaoshui County.

As the most powerful foreign relative, the An family owned land all over the capital area, even the small county town of Qiaoshui was no exception.

When the time came to secretly requisition the mansion, the An family naturally gave up the entire mansion without hesitation.

The graceful and elegant woman stood in the study, with the Soul-Returning Bird kneeling on the ground behind her.

"He killed the Laughing Pelican?" she asked calmly.

The Soul Returning Bird lowered its head and replied, "The Laughing Pelican disappeared the day before yesterday and was found today. It has been confirmed that he killed it."

Queen An, who was wearing a black robe, fell silent, her face blurry under the dim light.

Guihunque hung her head and did not even glance up. She had the best qualities of a killer - to keep to one's lot and abide by the law. But at this moment she could not help but wonder why this country was so peaceful.

As a woman, she knew that Queen An's feelings for Chen Yi could not be fake.

However, Queen An remained eerily calm from beginning to end.

"I will arrange the funeral of the Laughing Pelican in the future, including a lavish burial, posthumous title, and prayers..."

After a pause, An Hou asked:
"So, where did he go?"

The Returning Soul Bird reported back: "It is probably hiding on the north bank of the Beiyao River. The Impermanence Eagle and the Death Crow have set out to chase it."

"Okay, you go back first."

The Soul-Returning Bird flew out as the words were spoken and disappeared without a trace.

The woman in the phoenix-embroidered robe lowered her head slightly, and the portrait of the man came into her sight. This was the portrait that she had secretly drawn during the days when he stayed in the palace. The face of the man on the paper looked a little depressed, and his eyes were shining with hesitation. It was because of this almost resigned attitude that Queen An let down her last guard.

In this final stage, perhaps out of the false family affection, she believed him.

But he failed.

The death of the Laughing Pelican was neither light nor heavy, just like a non-lethal thorn piercing the palm of your hand.

He killed the Laughing Pelican yesterday, so will he kill her tomorrow?
After realizing this, Queen An did not show the slightest fear. Instead, she laughed, as if mocking or making fun of him.

After laughing, Anhou Mosuo touched the drawing paper, gently at first, but when he touched the chest of the person in the painting, he exerted force suddenly.

The drawing paper was torn apart, and the person in the painting was torn apart as well.

There were many similar paintings on the desk, all of which were painted by her orders, and every one of them was of him.

"I was nice enough to you, but you still ran away."

She had a blank expression on her face. Her fingertips brushed across the Buddhist scriptures, which were the "Wonderful Color King Cause and Effect Sutra", and she murmured:
"From love comes sorrow, from love comes fear. If one is free from love, there is neither sorrow nor fear..."

The words of the Buddhist scriptures echoed in his ears. An Hou thought of the masters of the Magpie Pavilion chasing him, but at this moment he had no other thoughts in his mind.

She didn't want him to live anymore.

What happened to her before that made her so tolerant to him and make concessions to him repeatedly? But in the end, what did she get?
After learning of his determination, Queen An was finally amazed that she had ever had the fantasy of treating her as a mother and son...

In an instant, the love and pity that once shook my heart disappeared without a trace, and no trace could be found anymore.

He just left like that, far away from her. An Hou searched her heart, but could no longer find any reason to give in for him.

"It has happened. The past is past, but the hatred...remains." She picked up the painting and threw it into the brazier. "I have said this to you before. I wonder if you understand the true meaning of my words."

The fire burned away and the face in the painting disappeared, leaving only the flickering flames on her face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

Kill him.
Cut off all distractions,
If one is free from love, there is neither worry nor fear...

It seemed as if the words in the Buddhist scriptures suppressed the emotions of the past. An Hou's face was as calm as an ancient well. She had never had any hatred towards him, but the moment he ran away, a deep hatred was planted and took root from then on. She did not figure out the name of this hatred, nor did she forgive it.

Her pride would not let her think that this hatred was due to unrequited love.

Chen Yi once hated Yin Tingxue, so he forced her to be his concubine. Now Queen An finally really hated this man, and she wanted to see him die with her own eyes. When people have hatred, they will end it. This is true for Chen Yi and Queen An. They are just doing similar things.

Hatred will stay for a long, long time because people will inadvertently touch the healed scars.

Queen An threw the portraits one by one into the fire without saying a word. When she had only one left, she stopped and took another look at the hesitation of the person in the painting. Then, with a loud bang, she pushed the painting into the flames...

That night, the falcon delivered her message to the masters.

"If you see him, kill him without mercy."

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boom!
Just two days after the Lantern Festival, fireworks are exploding in the distant sky.

It was so far away that I couldn't tell where the fireworks were from. It looked like it was from the capital, or maybe it was from those two small villages.

The light scattered, making the night look desolate.

Chen Yi traveled through the mountains and forests. The name of this mountain was interesting. It was called Zui Jiang Shan. One must know that Jiang Shan was nothing but a dead thing. One could get drunk with beauties but not with Jiang Shan. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people in the world who loved beauties but not Jiang Shan. There was even a retired martial arts leader who said bluntly, "Jiang Shan can't drink. I need someone to drink with me..."

When Chen Yi was bored, his thoughts sometimes fluctuated. If the mountains and rivers could make him intoxicated, would they be better than beauties?

Come to think of it, maybe...

But the reason I love beauties is not because I drink. I don’t like alcohol that much.

But I do like the look of drunk beauties, especially the little fox with a rosy face.

By the way, it's not bad when Luan Huang is drunk. Although he is drunk, he looks even more like a fairy in Yunhai.

By the way, I wonder how Min Ning is doing. She has been away from Beijing for so long. Is her wine bottle full?

Oh yeah... there seems to be a dark shadow behind me...

Just as he was thinking about it, Chen Yi suddenly turned around and stabbed, but there was no sound or response. Upon closer inspection, it was not a human figure, but just swaying branches and leaves.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Chen Yi let out a sigh of relief. He had been maneuvering and avoiding pursuit all the way. He was already in a state of panic, and every tree and grass seemed to be an enemy.

Every cloud, every gust of wind, and every leaf seemed to be hiding murderous intent. Chen Yi had to be wary of every detail he encountered, which made him feel overwhelmed.

After calming down, Chen Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead. The breeze blew over the hills and through his hair. He suddenly felt that he had never been free enough.

Never comfortable.

"Would you like to have a drink?" Chen Yi said to himself.

The thought flashed through my mind, but it was only a flash.

The sound of wind, the faint chirping of birds, the tiny mosquitoes in the cracks of tree bark, the jagged shadows like canine teeth protruding from one corner, does it look like a knife? Is it a flying animal or a sword that is swaying back and forth in the shade of the tree? A sip of wine may relieve fatigue, but after the wine flows, there is a head falling to the ground.

Chen Yi's heart was in a state of tension.

Keep your eyes and ears open, and don't relax for a moment.

Pushing aside the branches and walking through the mountains and forests, Chen Yi's breathing was steady without much ups and downs.

He was terribly quiet.

Then I heard the sound of dead leaves breaking.

Wow!
He turned around and slashed with his sword.

A vast white line was stretched across the vast night, and an imperceptible black dot hit the white line and was torn to pieces in an instant!
"He's here!"

In the darkness, the crow screamed, leaped high and landed on the treetops.

He instantly widened the distance between himself and Chen Yi, not giving him the chance to catch up with him. At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a lingering fear in his heart. He thought that the poison arrow he had just shot silently would succeed in one fell swoop, but he never expected that this man was so vigilant.

As the shadow swayed, Chen Yi instantly determined that it was the short-statured Death Crow. This person was only a fifth-rank being, but he was skilled in vicious and cruel methods, and poisoning was a common occurrence for him.

Following the death crow's cry, Chen Yi saw someone coming out from the woods. He retreated several steps and retreated behind a towering rock wall to defend against the arrows shot from behind. But the next moment, the rock wall shattered and the sturdy figure of the Impermanence Eagle emerged from the smoke and dust.

Wuchangying held the knife in one hand, drawing a bright and cold knife light in the night, and the blade slashed straight forward!
Chen Yi dodged to the side and slashed the broken rock wall in two with a knife from top to bottom. With a loud bang, the sound was like thunder.

Stone chips flew everywhere, smoke and dust billowed, and the rock wall collapsed completely. Chen Yi was about to raise his sword and chop at Wuchang Ying, but he heard a "whoosh" sound covered by the sound of rocks exploding.

The head tilted, and the poison arrow pierced through the hair and nailed it to the ground.

The arrow was coated with a deadly poison. Even if Chen Yi had practiced the Bronze Bone Skill, if his skin and flesh were broken, he would be half dead.

Seeing him dodge, the Crow exclaimed "Eh".

I thought that since the last arrow missed, this one would definitely hit. After hitting, this Chen would be paralyzed all over and would have to use up his internal energy to detoxify.

boom!
Festive fireworks exploded in the sky, and the smell of the New Year was everywhere, except for this dark forest.

Although the Death Crow was shocked and suspicious, he did not stop moving his hands. He put down the blowpipe and untied the crossbow from his belt. The poison on the arrows was more potent and heavier.

However, no matter how strong or heavy the poison is, it is only a supplement to the Impermanence Eagle.

This is because for these warriors whose qi and blood have been cleansed by true qi, there is no poison in the world that will kill them instantly upon contact with blood. As long as the true qi is circulating, it can temporarily isolate the toxins from penetrating deeply into their bodies. It will take some time for the poison to take effect.

The Impermanence Eagle was not discouraged by the fact that the Death Crow's arrow missed. He moved forward, and the scimitar swung like a full moon in the night, slashing towards Chen Yi's abdomen.

Chen Yi took a few steps back, raised his sword without any distractions, and was about to seize the opportunity to stab with his knife, but Wuchang Ying seemed to want to exchange his life for his injury, and came forward without dodging or avoiding, with the sword flashing continuously, blocking Chen Yi's movements.

Chen Yi twisted his wrist and the blade of the Embroidered Spring Blade instantly changed direction and hit the scimitar of the Impermanence Eagle.

There was a bang.

The violent gusts of air created by the collision of the two swords caused the leaves to fly everywhere. The figure of Wuchang Ying retreated backwards, knocking over countless fallen leaves along the way.

Chen Yi was also keeping his distance, and then a cold light was reflected in his eyes.

An arrow flew over.

Chen Yi's mind raced, and the arrow seemed to be given a lateral thrust, causing it to deflect and penetrate into a poplar tree nearby, almost completely rooting in.

He turned around and rushed towards the denser woods on the mountain.

Seeing this, the Death Crow took out his multiple blowpipes, gathered his energy, and blew with all his might. Hundreds of silver needles flew out like dense rain, almost flooding all the gaps between the trees.

Chen Yi tried his best to rely on the trees for shelter, and at the same time he used the Wind Control Technique. An invisible wind wall rose up, and silver needles scattered one after another.

His figure suddenly burst out like a ghost and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

The Eagle of Death and the Crow of Death looked at each other.

"That's where he went."

"You go around to the right, and I'll follow."

"it is good."

No words are needed, communication is accomplished instantly through eye contact.

tao tao…

There were dense footsteps in the woods, and countless dead leaves shattered in response.

Three figures shuttled through the dense forest, one was escaping, and two were chasing him, relentlessly.

Chen Yi climbed up the hillside, dropping talismans along the way. He stood on a tree trunk, his figure suddenly stopped, and he made hand gestures.

boom!
The talisman glowed brightly, the soil collapsed, and Wuchang Eagle's feet were empty, and he fell into a pit in an instant.

Chen Yi stomped on the tree trunks with his feet, leaped like an eagle, broke through the night, and killed towards the small figure among the treetops.

The death crow stopped suddenly among the treetops and took out a silver needle in its hand.

But there was a hint of sluggishness in his movements.

Under the moonlight, Chen Yi's lips moved slightly. Being able to read lips, he could vaguely make out the word "Ding".

And when he saw it, a cold light had already flashed across his mind.

The blade cut into the flesh and passed through his flank.

The Death Crow gritted its teeth and struck out with a palm, but Chen Yi dodged by leaning sideways. However, the palm hit the tree trunk, and he used the recoil to fly backwards madly, smashing clusters of branches and fallen leaves along the way.

The intestines slipped out of the stomach. The Death Crow quickly pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding and stuffed the intestines back into the abdomen. A trace of fear of death flashed across the killer's eyes.

It was the same kind he had often seen on dead people before.

Countless branches and fallen leaves were scattered randomly, and the strong wind caused the treetops to bend and wrinkle. Chen Yi stopped chasing because he saw the Impermanence Eagle leap out of the pit.

The Impermanence Eagle stepped onto the tree, its violent energy rolling, its clothes puffed up, and the blade broke through the night sky, and it slashed in front of Chen Yi almost in the blink of an eye.

Sa!
The blade broke through the air and the strong wind howled fiercely.

The knife was so fast that it was hard to imagine. As a fourth-rank warrior, Wuchang Ying naturally understood what a killing knife was. The terrifying force of the knife made people's hair stand on end!
But a talisman fell.

The smoke and lime exploded with a bang, blocking the vision of the Impermanence Eagle.

A thought flashed through Wuchangying's mind.

This Chen guy has too many shady tricks!
Not only is he handsome, but he also has great martial virtues!

With his vision blocked, Wuchang Ying felt a knife slashing into the air and heard the sound of a sword breaking through the air.

Chen Yi held the sword in his hand without knowing when, the sword energy was three feet high, and the Zen-Destroying Sword came out with great force!

Even though he had practiced horizontal training kung fu, Wuchang Ying's arm was still pierced, which shows how sharp the sword was.

Wuchangying groaned, but without letting go of the knife, he stepped on the tree trunk and slashed in the direction where the sound came from with his eyes closed.

The masters of the Magpie Pavilion were all fearless and valiant, and the force of this attack was terrifying. Chen Yi raised his knife to block it, and his whole figure was blown away.

The Death Crow fired several arrows, but due to the loss of blood, the crossbow arrows lost their aim and hit the trees and missed.

His face was pale, and then a gleam of light flashed across his eyes as he glanced at the injured Impermanence Eagle.

Wuchangying understood the meaning instantly.

No need for too many words.

It's just a matter of exchanging one person's death for a chance to kill with one blow.

A little irrelevant light rises, and the New Year's fireworks are so numerous.

The fireworks were brilliant but easily cooled. The whistling sound spread across the sky. The light flashed across their faces and then disappeared. The Death Crow whistled, like a bird singing, but also like a death call. Countless birds in the forest were startled. He whispered the true name of the Soul-Returning Bird hidden under the code name, and then his figure flew away.

The whistle seemed to be urging his own death.

He was fearless and daring, and he stretched out the dagger hidden in his sleeve, which broke through the night like a cannonball.

Under the cover of branches, flying birds and fallen leaves, the death crow came in front of Chen Yi.

A white line swept across the sky.

The dagger was chopped into pieces, and along with it, the short body of the Death Crow was also cut into two pieces.

His lips moved as he uttered the Soul-Returning Bird's real name for the last time.

But Chen Yi is not him. He cannot read lips and has no mood to understand a person’s state of mind when he is dying.

At the same time, the Impermanence Eagle, under the cover of the Death Crow, circled around and slashed at it with a knife.

The blade seemed to cut through the night sky, creating an arc of light.

The momentum is astonishing.

Chen Yi was also killed.

There was a cut from the neck to the right rib, and Chen Yi saw blood gushing out. He had seen it on many enemies before, but this time he saw his own blood.

Different,
no the same…

My own blood seems thicker and more beautiful...

An inexplicable thought flashed through my mind, and it seemed to have some sense of freedom.

He suddenly felt that although he seemed to have a lot, he would still die.

Chen Yi suppressed the thought, and pushed with his left hand with all his strength. The sword pierced his throat when he was unable to withstand the attack of Wuchang Ying.

The sturdy body of the Impermanence Eagle fell to the ground.

Both of the two masters who came to chase him died.

Chen Yi wanted to take a breath, but was shocked to find his throat was blocked by blood. He pressed acupoints to stop the bleeding, but the hideous wound was still there.

The jade pendant with the word "Yi" carved on it was shaking.

The man reluctantly sheathed his long sword, held onto the tree trunk with one hand, held the sword with the other, and climbed over the hillside. The moonlight revealed the bloodstains on the ground, which were as beautiful as flowers, but so beautiful...

"I can't die."

New Year, new atmosphere. The whizzing fireworks are shrouded in the night, and the night is sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

Mars is falling, the joy of the New Year is spreading, the family is reunited, safe and happy...

But this has nothing to do with Zui Jiangshan.

Zuijiangshan was blocked.

Under the cover of night, black shadows leaped and moved back and forth, and the rustling sound of branches seemed to never stop. In such a night full of swords and sabers, it seemed that blood would burst out at any time.

"We found the remains of the master..."

"Both masters were killed. How... cruel."

"There is blood on Wu Chang Ying's knife. It's his. It must be his. He is seriously injured and can't run far!"

The spies' voices sounded like a buzzing sound, and sharp shadows were stretched out under the moonlight, making the mountain forest in deep winter give people a creepy feeling.

The spies who came with the two masters searched the entire Zuijiangshan.

There are shadows everywhere.

The moon was dim and the stars were sparse, so the spies searched in scattered areas.

One of the spies found a little blood on the tree trunk, waved to his companion, and the two of them climbed up the slope.

Then, they vaguely saw the outline of a piece of clothing emerging from the cracks in the stone.

"Found him!"

The voice just started.

A black shadow flashed by, and blood spurted out of the neck of the spy who was speaking.

The other spy ran away in panic, knife in hand, as fast as a flying rabbit.

But his mind suddenly became confused and his eyes went dark, as if he was hit by something. Before he could come to his senses, his head fell to the ground.

A pale man walked out from the shadow of the tree and took back the clothes from the crevice.

He grabbed his clothes and heard the treetops move slightly. He turned around and swung his sword in an instant!
"Click."

There was only the sound of branches snapping.

He didn't hit anything...

After coming to his senses, Chen Yi heard a "whoosh" sound.

Thinking it was an arrow, he hastily raised his sword, but when the bright light of the fireworks shone on his face, he realized it was fireworks.

The dark forest was illuminated for a moment.

Chen Yi curled the corners of his mouth bitterly and pressed the hideous wounds on his body. White bones were exposed in the flesh and blood.

Severely wounded and bleeding, he could no longer tell whether it was the shadow of a tree or a person, the swaying of branches or the hum of a sword...

You never know which fallen leaf will turn into a sharp blade and take your life.

Before Chen Yichuan could even take a breath, a voice came from afar:

"Du Bing, Li Xu, where are you?"

The first lesson for the Magpie Pavilion killer is to abandon his or her name. The so-called name is just a code name, so he or she is named "A, B, C, D". This is convenient for record management and for establishing a sense of belonging to the Magpie Pavilion.

The moment he finished speaking, Chen Yi held his breath.

No one responded, and there was silence in the distance for a moment.

Chen Yi moved slowly.

And the next moment...

"Du Bing and Li Xu are dead, and he is right there!"

The sound suddenly arose, and the shadows of the trees swayed!
It was like a pack of hyenas, galloping through the mountains and forests, surrounding and killing their only prey.

Chen Yi took a step, leaped high, gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his abdomen, and shuttled through the treetops.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of branches and leaves, and the panicked flight of startled birds, every sound seemed to contain an arrow.

Whoosh!
The arrows really came.

The cold light cut through the night sky and headed towards Chen Yi.

Chen Yi suddenly turned his head to avoid the arrow, which cut his clothes and passed by him.

This arrow meant that someone had found him.

He stopped and looked around the dense and gloomy forest with lightning-like eyes. Finally, he saw a half hand that was accidentally stretched out from behind a tree trunk ten feet away.

Chen Yi clenched his teeth and shot out like lightning.

The sword stabbed straight forward, and the half hand that appeared flew up. Chen Yi met the spy's terrified gaze, turned around and slashed with the sword horizontally.

The cold light was sharp, as if it could cut through the night sky, but the large movement pulled the wound on his chest, and the tearing pain came over him, and his hands couldn't stop shaking.

The sword that was meant to sever the spy's throat pierced into the spy's chest and got stuck inside.

The spy fell to the ground. Chen Yi pulled out the sword with both hands and stabbed him several times, blood splattering, just like a child holding a sword for the first time...

But in fact, when his first sword struck, the spy had already lost his life.

"I heard a sound in this direction!"

The sound came with the cold wind. Chen Yi struggled to prop up his body and jumped onto the treetops again.

It was impossible to tell whether the blood on the ground was the spy's or his.

The wound was torn again. Chen Yi wanted to fall asleep like this. He opened his mouth and muttered to himself:
"I can't die here..."

He jumped out with difficulty, his figure leaping among the treetops.

Under the moonlight, the scene was covered in blood, and neither the hunter nor the prey had a chance to breathe.

The wind was howling, and the dark trees on Zuijiang Mountain swayed in the wind, as if washing away the blood on the ground.

At first, Chen Yi was still jumping around using his Qinggong skills, but his wounds could not withstand such torture. Every blow brought a tearing sensation, and more and more critical acupuncture points were hit, and half of his body was paralyzed.

But the blood was still dripping, so he had to slow down, drop down from the tree, and pull himself up by the trees one by one.

Chen Yi climbed higher and higher. Only by standing higher could he see clearly which were the flashes of swords and which were the shadows of branches.

The vision gradually blurred, branches and leaves mixed together, trees and trees mixed together, and it was impossible to distinguish them clearly. Chen Yi staggered as he walked, his eyes hazy.

Fireworks in the distance exploded in the night sky again, making the already hazy outline even more blurred.

Hazy, too hazy...

Hazy to...

I can't see clearly that it's a sword!

Wow!
A cold light flashed over, and Chen Yi's pupils suddenly shrank. The sword hit his body with a sound of iron and stone hitting each other, and penetrated into his abdomen. Only then did he react.

The spy in front of him held the dagger in both hands and stabbed with all his strength.

But Chen Yi had already shattered his heart with one sword.

"Cough, cough..."

He spat out the blood stuck in his throat.

As he had practiced the Tonggu Kung Fu, the dagger did not penetrate deeply enough, so Chen Yi pulled it out with force and threw the sword on the ground.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't see that it was a sword.

I could clearly see the past... When this thought flashed through his mind, Chen Yi suddenly realized that he would really die. Although he seemed to have a lot, he would also die.

Death was chasing his footsteps, waiting to deal him a fatal blow at the right moment.

He who just said he couldn't die, now said: "I don't want to die..."

Under the moonlight, he walked alone, his steps more staggering than before, blood dripping uncontrollably...

He couldn't just die here...

His body was pulled forward bit by bit, the wind was whistling and screaming, and Chen Yi moved forward desperately.

His consciousness was more blurred than before, fallen leaves brushed past his ears, and his head was dizzy.

It seems like I am really going to die...

He turned his head and caught a detail out of the corner of his eye.

His blood fell to the ground, leaving a long trail.

Behind the bloodstains, there are surging shadows...

Are you really going to die?
Before he could finish his thoughts, an arrow shot out from the air.

He suddenly turned sideways to avoid the arrow, and his body rolled down the hillside like a rolling stone.

"It's him! It's him!"

"Where is he!"

Hyena-like sounds came one after another, Chen Yi's body rolled and bumped among the woods. No one could have imagined that the former Captain of the Western Factory would be in such a miserable state.

I don't know how much time had passed, but when he stopped, he was in tattered clothes and covered with bruises.

Chen Yi didn't know where he was. His face was twisted with pain and a heavy despair weighed on him.

"Are you really going to... die?"

He tried to get up, but his feet hit the gravel and he fell back down.

When Chen Yi looked down, he could see blood all over the floor. He couldn't breathe, as if something was stuck in his throat.

Will is becoming more and more blurred, and death is too close.

The night was dark, the forest was silent, dead silent. Chen Yi looked around, grabbed his sword and tried to get up, his eyes flashed with so many thoughts...

In Yintai Temple, Yin Tingxue hugged him and cried; Zhou Yitong stood in the rain, staring at the broken Ruoque sword; Min Ning took him to the highest building before leaving, pointing at the distant sky; Zhu E's tenderness when entrusting his loved ones; Qin Qingluo took off his hairpin and an arrow pierced his hair; Lin's young lady gave him a sad kiss when they left; Yin Weiying stretched out his hand powerlessly in the Yellow Spring River...

He once had so many...

A revolving lantern flashed past his eyes. Just in the distance, just in front of him, they seemed to be standing there. Chen Yi reached out to touch them, but found that he could not catch anyone. Then he realized that it was an untouchable mirage.

Death... turns out to be so close.

The Laughing Pelican will die, the Impermanent Eagle will die, the Death Crow will die... Everyone who is killed by him will die, so how can he... not die?
My vision is getting blurrier and I am losing more blood...

Chen Yi suddenly felt that something more terrifying than death was that all previous efforts would be wasted!

He wanted to retrieve something and tried his best to grab it, but everything slipped away from his fingertips.

boom!
There was another explosion of fireworks, and the sudden sound made him realize the truth.

"I will die too..."

Chen Yi murmured.

The answer is actually very simple. He was going to die anyway. No matter how much he had done in the past, he would still die and all his previous efforts would be wasted.

Really dying.

There is still so much to do, so much...

At least, at least take another look...

In a trance, Chen Yi remembered something. He wanted to take another look at something. What was it? Endless darkness enveloped him, and his consciousness gradually became hazy, but he still wanted to take a look...

Chen Yi slowly pulled out the paper boat that had long been in disarray. He remembered that Yin Tingxue had written something on it, and he wanted to see what it said, even if he was about to die...

With a rub of his fingers, the paper boat was torn apart. On the wrinkled paper, a line of beautiful handwriting was written:

I like you.

……

Just at this moment, fireworks exploded in the distant sky and behind him. The brilliant light, mixed with the cold wind, temporarily drowned out Chen Yi's vision and also drowned his tears.

"fool,"

He thought of the sorrow he had brought upon the girl,

"sorry."

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