Big Moon Ballad

His taste, his temperature, and his touch were transmitted in an instant, melting all the words that came to Ying Baoyue's lips.

Human skin turns out to be so warm.

She couldn't remember the last time she'd been held so tightly.

Is it Master? Still a Soaring Snake? Or was it the night when he was treating that man in the Royal Prayer Province?

"Don't think of others."

"I'm holding you now."

Li Ji's voice came. Because they were so close, Ying Baoyue felt that she didn't even hear it with her ears. The sound came from his chest and his heart, straight into her body.

Although she had seen him once from a distance when she was breaking through the Heavenly Realm, and he took the initiative to help her, Li Ji's behavior at this time was still too abnormal and completely beyond her expectations.

She never thought that he would take the initiative to hug her.

Ying Baoyue was stunned for a moment, closed her eyes, and buried her head in his arms.

Li Ji noticed her movements and became a little distracted.

He said nothing and slowly lowered his head. Her hair brushed against his chin, the only place where he could touch her without a mask.

"What's going on with that hair tie?"

The body in his arms trembled.

As if someone had discovered a secret that had been hidden for a long time, Ying Baoyue's voice stuttered, "Which one are you talking about?"

"I saw it at Ms. Yao's place," Li Ji said in a calm voice, "It's my thing, but she said it was given to her by Shao Siming before he died."

"Lin Baoyue, should you explain?"

This was the first time he called her by that name.

It was difficult for Ying Baoyue to describe her mood when she heard these three words. When she told the whole continent in the White Wolf King's Court, she knew that Li Ji would also hear it.

At that time, she had no time to think about Li Ji's reaction after hearing this, and she never imagined that the token she left to the little palace maid eight years ago would actually be discovered by Li Ji himself eight years later.

"Did she give it to you?"

"No, I discovered it accidentally," Li Ji said. "She has always kept her promise to you and protected that thing very well."

Ying Baoyue had mixed feelings in her heart. Before she could express her feelings, Li Ji's voice came from above her head.

"I remember someone telling me eight years ago that she didn't see the headband."

Li Ji smiled slightly.

"Sister Zhao, can you tell me why that thing is in her hand?"

He actually changed his title again.

Ying Baoyue couldn't resist, "This... this..."

Sensing the embarrassment of the person in his arms, the resentment Li Ji had been pent up in his heart suddenly melted away.

He sighed inwardly and softened his voice, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

She had hidden it from him for so many years. If she wanted to keep hiding it, he could pretend he didn't know anything.

What mattered most to him was the man he had lost and found. He doesn't care about anything else, he can give up.

"Do not."

There was a dull pain deep in Ying Baoyue's heart, and the sour pain surged up to her limbs, making her feel extremely guilty.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

Li Ji's manipulated memory may not have been fully recovered yet. But even so, he still chose to believe her and was no longer misled by his memory into treating her as his enemy.

Whether it was eight years ago or eight years later, his heart was as sincere as gold.

"Aji," Ying Baoyue asked softly, "do you know how long a lifetime is?"

Li Ji was stunned, "Why do you ask that?"

Ying Baoyue smiled and shook her head in his arms, "It's nothing."

She remembered that eight years ago, when the young boy told her passionately that he would never change his heart, she asked him, "Do you know how long a lifetime is?" She also called him stupid at the time. Now it seems that she was the stupid one all along.

"Aji, my last life is over."

Ying Baoyue buried her head in Li Ji's arms, raised her hands and hugged him back.

"Thank you for waiting for me."

……

……

The night wind blew up, blowing the broken armor and bones on the ground.

Ji Jiashu stood on the city wall of Shanhaiguan with his sword across his sword, looking down at the sandy ground that had been basically cleaned.

At this moment of silence and desolation, it is hard to imagine that this place was a chaotic battlefield just a few hours ago.

At this time, Shanhaiguan City was not quiet. A tent erected on the ground between the streets replaced the bustling traffic and merchants and vendors of the past. Wounded soldiers and horses were everywhere, and Shanhaiju's clerks shuttled among them, delivering meals and treating injuries without interruption.

There were footsteps beside him, and a man walked up to him.

Ji Jiashu glanced at him and said, "It's so late and your Majesty hasn't rested yet?"

The person walking next to him was Ying Xun, followed by Huo Zhan who looked wary. Seeing that Ji Jiashu did not kneel down immediately when he saw Ying Xun, Huo Zhan's face suddenly became angry.

"Azhan, it's okay."

Ying Xun waved his hand, Ji Jiashu will become a heaven-level practitioner sooner or later, and heaven-level practitioners do not need to kneel down when they see the king.

Besides, given their friendship, he didn't want to see Ji Jiashu kneel down to him.

"You don't have to call me that," Ying Xun smiled, "I haven't officially ascended the throne. I just wanted to establish my authority during the day. As long as you and I remain as we were before."

Ji Jiashu frowned slightly. I wonder if Ying Xun himself noticed that he had already adopted the attitude of a superior in his speech.

"Then I would rather obey your orders than be respectful," Ji Jiashu said, "Thanks to you for coming in time during the day."

With the help of Ying Baoyue and Li Ji, they may not be able to defend Shanhaiguan, but many innocent soldiers will die in vain, which he does not want to see.

Ying Xun's identity gave both sides a step down, and coupled with the force of Ying Baoyue and Li Ji, the conflict was eventually calmed down.

But Ji Jiashu still felt uneasy in his heart.

"Chun Yuye really stayed in the prison obediently?"

Ying Xun nodded, "I just went to check on him and sent ten extra secret guards to watch over him. Strangely enough, he showed no signs of resistance and just sat motionless in the cell."

Ji Jiashu frowned even more when he heard this.

During the day, when most of the generals and soldiers of the Forbidden Army chose to defect to Ying Xun, he originally thought that Chun Yuye would go crazy or escape, but he did not expect that Chun Yuye would obediently surrender and be tied up in front of Ying Xun by several soldiers.

This time it became more difficult.

For a hostage of Chun Yuye's level, it was really hard to kill him or not.

Don't kill him, I don't know what he will do; kill him, according to what Ying Baoyue said, there is probably an evil god living in him, and if he is killed rashly, he may summon something terrible.

Faced with a dilemma, Ying Xun had no choice but to temporarily throw Chun Yuye into a prison in Shanhaiguan and lock him up first.

Whether he can be imprisoned in a mere prison is really a question.

The only thing that can be fortunate is that Li Ji and Ying Baoyue are both here now. If Chun Yuye really goes crazy, these two people can control him.

Ying Xun glanced at Ji Jiashu and felt a little unbearable, but still asked.

"What about those two people?"

Ji Jiashu closed his eyes and said calmly, "On another section of the city wall."

"It seemed like they were going to talk about something."

Baoyue is feeling a little tired now.