From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 747

Feng Junran rushed all the way from Chang'an to Jiaodong aggressively. The gangsters on the post couldn't help but be moved when they saw this precious carriage, but the men always swung their swords in cold blood and mercilessly, galloping all the way, leaving a bad name all the way. , and so far, no one has known what is in this man's carriage.

However, there have long been rumors among the bandits in the Jiaodong area that the jade-faced Shura from the west is a murderous, cold-blooded and ruthless man who drives a sandalwood carriage inlaid with gold flowers.
So the man went more smoothly and galloped towards the East China Sea.

Walking during the day, he still went late at night before taking a break. He was afraid of delaying time, and he didn't bring a single servant with him. The majestic emperor of the Western Jin Dynasty slept in the wilderness at night in his clothes, letting the wild beasts around him move back and forth restlessly. walk.

The fierce aura on the man's body was too heavy, and the surrounding beasts were frightened by the man's aura, so they didn't dare to come forward and could only wander around slowly.

In the middle of the night, Feng Junran stopped the carriage, found a tree at random, lit a bonfire, and while roasting the game caught during the day, he stared at the dark carriage.

But he didn't know that the person he thought about day and night had quietly followed him all the way, watching him kill all the way.

Ye Xiaoxiao is also very anxious, Feng Junran can't see her, how can she comfort this man who has been so cold to the bottom, even more cold-blooded and ruthless than ever before?
The current Feng Junran is almost as if made of ice, which makes people feel cold. When killing people, he has such a cold expression, and when he is on the road, he is even colder to the bone. Such Feng Junran, Made her feel very sad.

She wanted to comfort him, but she put her finger on his cheek, obviously she could feel the warmth of the man, but the man couldn't feel her tenderness.

"Feng Junran... what should I do?"

Ye Xiaoxiao frowned and looked around, she thought about it, and tried to pick up the stick on the ground, but she couldn't catch it, but she was not discouraged, she continued to try, worked hard, finally, the stick moved slightly, This made her feel happy, and she couldn't help but work hard again, so she just waited and tried, and when she finally picked up the stick, looking back, Feng Junran was so tired that he fell asleep. His face is now weather-beaten and even more vicissitudes, but it is still handsome.

So she sighed secretly, and walked to the man's side, beside him, wrote a few words with a wooden stick.

"Junjun, I will always be with you."

Junjun, we will always be together... never to be separated, this is the promise of the year, even if Yin and Yang are separated, it will never change!

Ye Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, sat gently beside the man, and slowly approached the man's arms.

The familiar smell of ambergris, warm and generous body, even without arms imprisoned around her waist, Ye Xiaoxiao still feels very satisfied.

God treats her kindly, at least, she can still touch this man.

So relieved, Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't hold back anymore, and fell into a deep sleep.

When the dew woke up the sleeping man in the early morning of the second day, Feng Junran got up slowly and stretched out his hands to rub his sore temples. It was more difficult than this when marching and fighting, so he was still able to survive and stood up. Standing up, shrugging his shoulders, the man was about to lift his feet, but suddenly saw the line of writing on the ground.

Junjun, I will always be with you...

The man's indifferent eyes trembled suddenly, and the frost condensed inside instantly melted, turning into a pool of water, rolling around in the slender eyes.

"Little!" The man wailed, rushed towards the carriage, lifted the curtain, got in, and opened the lid of the coffin. The little woman he loved was still lying quietly in the transparent ice, her eyes were the same as before, and her face was rosy. , as peaceful as if he had just fallen asleep.

The person is lying here perfectly fine, but where did the words come from? !
So he jumped out of the carriage and looked around in the first ray of sunshine today.

"Xiaoxiao, where are you, Xiaoxiao?" He pushed aside the dry grass and boulders, and searched aimlessly in front of and behind the trees. The place was empty, only the sound of the wind swept the dry grass and swept across the earth, and there was a lonely rustling sound. .

Feng Junran frowned, covered his cold eyes with his palms, and drooped his shoulders dejectedly.

His little one is no longer alive...

Ye Xiaoxiao couldn't help but burst into tears. She had never seen Feng Junran like this before. He lost his calm and indifferent cloak, leaving behind a wounded and fragile essence. The man who rolled his eyes once, will now show such a sad side.

So she wiped away her tears, clenched the small wooden stick, and continued to write and draw on the ground.

"Junjun, I'm here, I've always been here, I'm not going anywhere, I'm not going anywhere..."

The rustling sound made the sad man suddenly raise his head, and then he saw a wooden stick erected on the ground, writing slowly and stroke by stroke.

"Not going anywhere..."

Feng Junran muttered to himself, but finally couldn't help it, and slightly shook his body that had been holding on until now.

"Little... are you there?" He asked with red eyes.

"Yes." There was another word on the ground.

The man took a deep breath, and walked slowly to the side of the word. He looked around, and the surrounding area was still empty. He couldn't see Ye Xiaoxiao's shadow, but he still tried his best to move forward again, because of this , he always felt that he was getting closer to the little girl again.

"Xiao Xiao, it's my fault. I shouldn't be so careless. I wanted to make Jin Zhuni suffer more. I thought it would be too cheap to kill her with one sword. Now I realize that it would be better to kill her with one sword." happy!"

Feng Junran lowered his head, still deeply blaming himself for what happened that day.

Ever since he was a child, he has never blamed himself. Even if he wins or loses in a chess game, he has never done so. Regret and self-blame deeply entangled him, making his heart more condensed, so he swore, from now on After that, don't be blind anymore, it's either life or death, and you can draw your sword happily, never pretending to be smart!

"No, that's the pain she deserves."

On the ground, there was another row of words, and Feng Junran looked up, feeling both sad and warm in his heart.

Xiaoxiao doesn't blame him, but he complains...

"It doesn't matter, when you get to Penglai, ask the gods, you and the fifth child will be able to come back to life."

"Well, Xiaoxiao follows you, and the ends of the earth follow you."

Feng Junran took a deep breath, but his heart became more and more sad.

Xiaoxiao, I won't let you die. After fighting and planning all his life, he doesn't want to be a loner.

(End of this chapter)