Fate is immortal

The young man fell from the skylight, and the flames caught his eyes. His originally calm body suddenly trembled.The raging flames have engulfed most of the room, countless gold and silver treasures were buried in the sea of ​​flames, and countless ancient books were also turned into fly ash.All the secrets that Yang Huai hid in the secret room disappeared, and the only thing left was a person.

The man lay motionless in the sea of ​​flames, as if dead.Originally, no matter how many people died, it had nothing to do with him, but under the background of the fire, this scene touched him, reminding him of the "elder brother" who fled with him that night many years ago.

"Elder Brother" was the reason why he took the risk to sneak into Wangyun Villa.

After that night, the boy hid in the wilderness for a few days. He wanted to avoid the limelight, and then took his elder brother to continue his escape.But when he returned to Qingyun City, he found that his idiot elder brother had disappeared.Although the young man thinks that Feng Buqiu and Gu Yuetian are not so unwise, but apart from the two of them, he really can't think of anyone else.Fortunately, he has left a little trick on these two people...

The boy didn't want to cause trouble, but the trouble of "elder brother" was left for him by his father, and he couldn't avoid it.

After tracking down, the boy soon discovered that the two were walking together, and felt more and more strange.At the foot of Wangyun Villa, he wandered among the bandits for a few days, and after confirming that the two were on the mountain, he sneaked in when the attack at the bottom of the mountain was the fiercest and the guards on the mountain were weakest.After finally finding Gu Yuetian's traces and finding this place, he only saw a blaze of fire, and that person who didn't know what to do was not his elder brother.

The boy walked up to check it out, and found that this person's condition was quite strange.His body was stiff, he had no breath, he seemed to be completely dead, but the young man who was extremely sensitive to life and death found that the vitality in his body was gradually recovering.In other words, he is dead now, but he will come back to life soon.Of course, that is under the premise of not being burned to ashes.

What's even more amazing is that it was him again... Such a coincidence, I really don't know how to describe it.

But that's okay, with him, maybe there will be a clue.

The boy leaned down and lifted A Yuan up.Although he was much thinner than A Yuan, he only used one hand, as if he was picking up a plaything.And A Yuan's body was like a stiff puppet, completely maintaining a lying posture, and was taken out of the secret room that was about to be burned by the young man.

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In the haze, Ah Yuan only felt his body float up, and the surrounding area became hotter and hotter.The walls of the corridors flashed in front of my eyes, panicked faces, and shiny white weapons.

The chaotic scene didn't last long, and the blue sky was fixed in front of my eyes. Wisps of thick smoke hovered above my head like dancing black dragons. There was a faint cry of killing in my ears, as if the flames of war had already reached my feet.

I don't know how long it took, like waking up from a dream, the feeling of emptiness and distance gradually dissipated, the body gradually regained consciousness, and consciousness returned to reality from the distant sky.What followed was a tearing pain in the chest, and the deafening shouts of killing.

Finally, Ah Yuan turned half of his body and looked around.It turned out that he was on a tower, and he could see the black terrace when he looked down. Nearly a hundred Zhuang Ding armed with bows, arrows and shields stood guard on the stairs.And under the terrace, there are people like ants in the dark.Some of these people held axes and hammers and dismantled pavilions and pavilions into skeletons, and some were busy in flower gardens, uprooting flowers, plants and trees and putting them into sacks.As the background for all this, there are billowing smoke and a sea of ​​ruins.

On the tower, standing next to him was a skinny young man in black, looking at the raging fire below the mountain in a daze.

"It was you who saved me?" A Yuan hesitated for a moment, and only uttered this sentence.It stands to reason that he shouldn't be so indifferent to his savior, but there seems to be a cold aura about the young man, like a biting cold wind, which makes people unconsciously distance themselves.

"It's a miracle that he didn't die..." The boy didn't turn his head, and he didn't know whether he was responding to him or talking to himself.

Hearing such a sentence, A Yuan was not angry, even he himself was surprised that he was still alive...

With Gu Yuetian's all-out blow, there was absolutely no mercy.At that time, A Yuan felt that he was dead.But after going through a long dream-like trance, not only did he not die, but he didn't even have any new injuries on his body.Although there was some pain in the chest, it was not a serious problem, as if the bone cracking sound and severe pain at that time were completely hallucinations.

Looking back on that moment of life and death, Gu Yuetian's betrayal and viciousness were deeply embedded in A Yuan's heart.Although they met by chance and did not know each other deeply, the young and warm-hearted A Yuan has always regarded him as an upright, generous and heroic knight, a senior with a vicious mouth and a warm heart, who is also a teacher and a friend.When I heard him call himself "brother", I also felt warm in my heart.Looking back on all this now, I feel chilling.

People who call themselves "brothers" have been using themselves, even killing people mercilessly.But a stern young man whom he had never met before saved him instead...

A Yuan was even more elusive about the boy who appeared out of thin air in front of him.Although there is an inexplicable sense of distance, as if separated by a wall, it is somewhat familiar, as if he has seen him somewhere.The more A Yuan thought about it, the more confused he became, and the louder and louder the shouting and killing at the foot of the mountain. A Yuan frowned, and simply didn't think about it, and turned to pay attention to the situation at the foot of the mountain.

After turning all the grass and trees and pavilions into scorched earth like locusts crossing the field, the bandits at the bottom of the mountain surrounded the terrace one after another.Looking around, there are thousands of people, some with loose hair and some with tied hair. Most of them are tall and strong, holding big knives and long swords. On the contrary, it was more like the image of a knight-errant and rogue in his mind.

It's just that with so many people gathered together, there is absolutely no chivalrous and unrestrained style, but mania and tyranny that make people breathless.The people standing in the front were all covered in blood, whether it was their own or someone else's.A few people even wrote a big "Chou" on their clothes with blood, and there were a few human heads hanging around their waists, with hideous and distorted faces, like evil ghosts from the underworld.

Such a group of desperadoes, no matter how good their bows and arrows are, they will never be able to stop them.However, even though they were shouting wildly under the terrace, they didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool for a while, because there was a person sitting upright on the sky steps - the owner of Wangyun Villa, Yang Huai.

Yang Huai looked indifferent, and looked up at the eastern sky, as if the thousands of bandits below the mountain were nothing worth mentioning.Behind Yang Huai, standing on the armchair was Chu Hanyu, who was dressed in plain clothes and elegant, in the midst of bloody wind, she was as lonely and clean as a blooming white lotus.

Chu Hanyu also looked up at the long white clouds in the eastern sky, caressing a jade ring on her belt in her hand, and kept murmuring softly: "Mother..."