Mrs. Yun knew her daughter's temperament, so she could only worry. She watched the door close and prayed in her heart that Chu Qian could come quickly...
Yun Zixiang heard the sound of fighting getting closer and closer. He wrapped a blanket around his chest and rushed out from the side door. Following the sound, he led people over.
Running all the way to the back mountain, it started to rain on the road. She didn't care about the fatigue on her body. She could only hold them back until someone came to rescue him.
"She just gave birth and can't run far, chase her!!"
Several killers follow him everywhere.
Occasionally there were a few inaudible sounds of hand-to-hand combat, and then they separated immediately.
One chase. Escape.
It’s so haunting!
Just as he was about to change direction, a rough voice suddenly sounded from behind him,
"Damn it, this girl isn't familiar with running far in the mountains. Let's speed up and keep chasing her."
The figure quickly approached, and Yun Zixiang frowned.
At this moment, her mind was racing, thinking of ways to escape. After walking for a while, a cliff suddenly appeared in front of her.
Yun Zixiang stood next to the cliff. The bottom was pitch black and bottomless. Even if a stone was thrown, it would take a long time before the sound of landing could be heard.
At this time, people gathered around here, and the group of top killers came out of the woods.
The leader said with a ferocious face: "You bitch, run away? Why didn't you run away? I chased you so far."
Yun Zixiang took a few steps back and smiled slightly, "Did you have any misunderstanding and arrested the wrong person? I don't seem to have offended you."
"Take people's money to eliminate disasters for them."
The leader of the killer didn't take Yun Zixiang seriously. After saying this, he couldn't help but rush over to arrest him.
Her face was calm, but a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes. He frowned and wanted to say something, but he felt as if his chest was being suppressed by a huge boulder, making him unable to speak.
As they gradually approached, Yun Zixiang seemed to realize something.
"No! She's going to jump off the cliff!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped down
"Is everything going to end? Chu Qian~"
She closed her eyes, as if waiting for death to come
...
Chu Qi'an came late, he didn't see a familiar figure
He couldn't help but screamed loudly, his little face was full of crazy hatred and despair, tears were streaming down his face, and he was on the verge of collapse.
A heart seemed to be held tightly by someone, then taken out decisively and thrown into the autumn wind.
"Look for it! Dig three feet into the ground to find it! If you can't find it, come see me!"
He has never been so hateful as he is at this moment, and has never wanted to kill as much as he is at this moment. The overwhelming hatred seems to sweep over his whole being. He hates so much, hates the cruelty of those people, hates this evil world, hates his own powerlessness, I hate that I can only watch but can't do anything.
Big drops of hot tears fell down and hit his arm. He roared angrily and vented his heart on the killer. He picked up the sword and killed several people. His body was already stained with blood.
No one dared to persuade the people below, and they watched with worry.
He was dumbfounded and could not speak. His voice was hoarse, and he called her name carefully and softly, like a ghost crying.
The cold wind is miserable, the dead trees are whirling, and everything is quiet at night.
In the autumn afternoon, the sun was shining brightly on the snow, making my eyes hurt.
He had been sitting on the edge of the cliff all day, just staring blankly
His clothes were stained with blood, his face was pale, his chest was rising and falling violently, and his eyes were full of resentment.
There is still no news about Yun Zixiang, and even his body has not been found.
More than a month later
Chu Qi'an was furious and killed all the deposed prince's party.
Nan'an Palace
His handsome face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. He was much more haggard than before, his eye sockets were sunken and he was unshaven, his clothes were wrinkled, and he looked very decadent.
The setting sun stretched his figure very long, and I realized that he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
Mrs. Yun couldn't bear to see him like this. It had been a month and he didn't even want to see his children.
She doesn't believe that something will happen to Zixiang. Good people have their own destiny.
"Pray for peace! Zixiang will be fine. There is no news now, which is the best news."
Mrs. Yun didn’t know what to say and suppressed the tears in her eyes.
Chu Qian agreed. He stood up and took the child over. This little face looked very similar to Yun Zixiang. He had only taken a closer look at her today.
"Yan Yan! Your mother will be fine, right?"
Chu Qian hugged her and started sobbing carefully.
Mrs. Yun saw this and left.
