Ark, they don't revolve around you

"evening."

The man stroked his chin with his hand. Xi's behavior was indeed horrifying, far beyond his expectations, but he did not feel angry. Looking around at the scene, he sighed softly, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I am avenging my brothers and sisters, and also protecting myself." Xi said coldly.

"No!" the man interrupted her, his eyes wide open, "You are protecting an enemy, our enemy. You have a thousand ways to escape, but you disobeyed me for a human!"

This was the source of his intolerance. The man gnashed his teeth and said, "Why didn't you let me finish him off? Why did you let him have a chance to escape? Xi, don't you understand? Don't you understand that man must die?!"

His eyes were bloodshot and he roared angrily. He had a natural sensitivity to this painting and could tell at a glance that this was Xi's desperate work. He used the world as a cage and himself as chains. Even if he wanted to break it, it would take some time. By then, Zhuang Ning would have escaped long ago, right?

How annoying.

But they were forced to let him go, as if as long as that person was involved, there would be countless accidents no matter what, and it seemed that no matter what plan was made, he could escape.

"What did he do to you, sister? He's just a mortal. Why are you so nice to him?!" the man asked coldly, "Can't you see that he is using you? He and I are the same kind of people, the kind that are stained by ink!"

"What did he do to me?" The girl coughed and coughed up a trace of blood. Her face became even paler. "Why not ask what you did to us?"

She was also suddenly angry. Xi rarely got angry, but she was extremely angry: "How can you compare with him? All of this, these deaths, these tragedies, are all caused by you. My second brother, you are a bastard who treats human life as worthless, but the doctor is not!"

As she spoke, she actually fell to her knees and coughed up blood. This was the price of maintaining this painting, but she did not show any hesitation or pain.

"What have I done to you? Xi, Nian, and others... Don't you really understand? In your current state, you will soon return to Sui's body and return to the endless darkness, but you are doing nothing. Who else should do this except me?!" The man's eyes were filled with anger, "I'm saving you!"

"But I don't believe you." Xi shook her head calmly. Yes, that was the answer, just like Nian's. "You are a liar. No matter how sweet and sincere your words are, they are all false and not trustworthy."

She used her sword as a crutch and moved forward slowly. The sword was like a large brush, outlining all kinds of strange and bizarre shapes.

The sword's tip was not sharp, but more like a paintbrush. In this state, Xi was no longer able to fight and could only paint.

In her ears, that voice was still calling her.

——Return to me.

"Fuck you...Return." She cursed inwardly, still working hard.

I don't want to go back. I want to see that person and say sorry to him.

But it was too late.

Xi smiled slightly, her face as radiant as a peach. She raised her sword high, like waving a brush, and chanted: "Rise!"

Suddenly, in the empty painting, mountains rose up, covered with lush forests, and the sea flowed, dividing into endless rivers.

Second brother was right, this was a fatal painting, she would use her last bit of strength, her last form, her last... masterpiece!

Xi danced with sword freely, splashing ink everywhere. At this moment, she was free from restraints. With every step she took, lotus flowers bloomed at her feet. Thousands of inspirations, countless joys and sorrows were all rippling. With a wave of her brush, the sky was covered with the color of dusk, like a burning sunset; she danced with sword again, and the other half was infected by the night, with stars dotted and two moons filling the sky.

Xi smiled gently. She felt relieved. What happened? Why did her emotions surge so violently before she disappeared? All the past depression and irritability seemed to turn into a little happiness!

She remembered a lot, including the doctor she met when she first arrived on the island. When he heard about the purchase of pens and ink, he had a wonderful reaction on his face. He rubbed his hands and whispered, "Miss Xi, look, you are such a great painter, why don't you do something meaningful, such as... take an order and earn some extra money?"

——Of course I am good at painting, but I only paint for you and me.

She remembered the helpless doctor who was tidying up her room. He sighed and whispered, "Don't be so face-conscious, but at least tidy it up. You won't let others come over, and you won't do it yourself."

——Yeah, you're the only one who would be so considerate to help me clean up, right? Unlike Nian, who always makes trouble.

She remembered that man sitting quietly beside her at dusk, watching her paint without saying a word, and there were only the two of them in the whole world.

Revolving door.

It turned out to be a ghostly revolving lantern... Xi Weiwei suppressed the bitterness, but a smile appeared on her face unconsciously.

"You will never understand, second brother." She swung the sword again, and the star of dawn shone brilliantly. This was the most incredible thing in the world, and it used all the painter's brushstrokes to depict the world of all things!

A loud dragon roar burst out from the void, shrill and resentful, shocking the mind.

The clouds and mist broke apart, outlining a huge dragon head. Its majestic figure was far larger than the mountains, and its eyes were as sharp as lightning.

The dragon appeared from the remnant clouds, summoned from the wind and thunder. Its entire body was dark yellow, and every scale seemed to be made by the most perfect craftsman.

Now, he is standing behind Yu Xi, wearing the moon and stars, and showing his fangs and claws!

"The stars hide the snow, the moon is dim and bright." The girl murmured, chanting an ancient poem, as if it was a spell that had been flowing since ancient times, "The mountains are clumsy and the water is dry, and the river flows."

Here, the painting is complete.

Spanning thousands of years, she depicted everything in this short moment. I believe that there will never be a work in the past or future that will satisfy her more than this.

Therefore, even the second brother couldn't help but applaud softly: "Well done."

He looked around, with nothing but amazement in his eyes.

After all, he witnessed the pinnacle of Xi's painting art. Those were the paintings she burned at the cost of her life, and they were embellished with the essence of thousands of years.

Unfortunately.

"The person you most want to show yourself to is not here." The second brother did not hide the mockery in his expression.

Xi was quiet for a moment, then she pulled up her sleeves and smiled brightly. This girl was always shrewd and mean, and she would occasionally make sarcastic remarks even when facing the doctor, but her smile was still so moving, especially when the sun and the moon shone on her face.

"That's why I said you don't understand, second brother. You don't know how to love others, and you will never accept the love of others. You are a demon who imprisons yourself in heaven and earth."

She took a step forward, and as if it was an illusion, her figure became a little more transparent. "You are not qualified to judge me like this, are you?"

The second brother smiled and said, "Maybe."

He saw the girl walking along, her body becoming more transparent with every step, emitting streams of light like fireflies.

There is no doubt that this painting came at the cost of her life. How could she not die after she finished it?

The second brother's eyes showed a hint of boredom, and he even lost interest in the conversation: "Little sister, you are going to die."

"Ah."

"I thought you would want to chop off my head yourself. Didn't we dislike each other before?"

"I am a painter. The task of killing you can only be left to my creation."

The sunset is indifferent. When a dragon appears from a river, it will surely stir up huge waves.

Yes, this should be the end, right? But in the end, Xi still saw him looking back, not at his second brother, but looking into the distance through the scroll, as if he could see a human figure.

She had never had this novel experience before, so she waved her hands and murmured:

"Goodbye."

"I really hope that one day I can show you my best paintings."

【Mission accomplished, 9/12】

Zhuang Ning stood on the deck for a long time. The strong wind blew up huge waves and the whole ship was shaking.

He finally heard the voice that told him his fate, but he was not surprised at all because he had already calmed down.

The night was dark, and the whole world was filled with rippling waves. He thought that there was something really wrong with that woman, as she actually did that in the end.

but.

But what can we do?

When Nian died, he felt no emotion at all, but now he just felt... angry.

Angry at that woman's stupidity.

There were footsteps beside him, Ning Ci Qiu came to him in a low voice, and Zhuang Ning said coldly: "Xi has disappeared too."

Ning Ci Qiu kept silent. It was her dereliction of duty and she had no choice but to take responsibility.

She thought that this man would yell at her, but no, the man was just bored and looked at the river reflecting the starry sky: "How are the Shanhai Clan's people being captured?"

This time, the second brother did not come alone, he had accomplices with him. I'm afraid they had been lying in ambush inside the ship early, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"We have almost completed the disarmament and arrest, but when we caught them, they all chose to commit suicide." Ning Ci Qiu hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry, sir, I failed to meet your expectations."

She was indeed nervous and called out to "Doctor" for a moment. After all, the usually kind man was like a tombstone standing on the deck, which gave people a sense of pressure.

"First, I'm not a lord. I don't hold an official position. I'm not like the Ning family, who have been prominent in Jiangnan for generations." Zhuang Ning's words were inevitably mocking. "Second, I'm very disappointed in you. I thought your defenses were as solid as a rock, but your people betrayed me easily."

Ning Ci Qiu said nothing. It was useless to say anything at this time.

Zhuang Ning was silent for a long time, then suddenly sighed softly, and suddenly seemed to cheer up from his helplessness: "Forget it, if that's the case, there's no need to wait."

He did not explain what this meant, turned around and left the deck. Ning Ci Qiu did not dare to follow him, like a child who had made a mistake.

Zhuang Ning didn't expect her to do so either. Only he knew the meaning of what she had just said - since Xi was dead, it was time to kill his second brother and the Shanhai people according to the original plan.

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……

Yumen advanced slowly, and Pingshouhou was in a trance, forgetting how long it had been since his territory had penetrated deep into the heart of Yan.

Yumen is connected with the capital. It has been a long time since Pingsuihou last visited the capital to pay homage. He still remembers the magnanimity of the young men from Wuling who spent huge sums of money lavishly, and the extravagance of the wealthy families in entertaining their guests. It is a city that has nothing to do with war, but it is undoubtedly the center of Dayan. The battlefield there is not of swords and knives, but of all kinds of conspiracies and intrigues in the temple.

In about a month, Yumen will be reached, and the entire capital will welcome them with the most grand ceremony. They are the warriors of Yan, who have protected generations of people from invasion.

Even so, the Grand Master remained silent, standing in the watchtower and seldom spoke.

"Grandmaster, what happened?"

"My youngest sister is gone too." He lowered his head and said calmly, "Now there are only me, him and Lingling left."

Is that so? Even though he didn't socialize much on weekdays, Pingshou Hou felt a wave of sadness. The departure of his family was the greatest sorrow, right?

"Your brothers and sisters have left one after another. Are you sad?"

Zhongyue nodded, then shook his head: "I don't know how to express it."

"What's there to not know?"

"I was thinking that maybe I was sad, but I was very calm." Zhongyue still wanted to explain, but suddenly he saw a vehicle raising dust. It was a jeep painted in green. Zhongyue had excellent eyesight and recognized the person at a glance.

"PhD?"

Zhuang Ning hurriedly entered the Jade Gate, climbed up to the watchtower, and waved his hand to brush off the dust. Zhongyue was very patient and did not urge him at all.

On the contrary, Pingshunhou's eyes froze slightly: "Doctor?"

"Xi disappeared." Zhuang Ning said briefly. He obviously did not tell anyone about his coming this time and left in a hurry.

Pingsui Hou Zuo Xuanliao and Chongyue were not surprised, but Zuo Xuanliao could not help but sighed: "So, the Sui Beast is really close to reviving."

What he was thinking about was that the capital had been peaceful for too long, and it was prosperous and wealthy. Could it still withstand the tragedy of war?

In the end, will Yumen be reduced to a pile of bones? The people of this city thought they were returning home to enjoy glory, but in fact they were jumping into a fire pit.