Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

The other guard hesitated for a moment, then put it down as well.

Yu Xiaogang lay motionless on the ground, as if she had lost consciousness.

His face was buried in the grass, and there was a gash on the back of his head where a stone had hit him. The blood had congealed, turning a dark reddish-black color, like a centipede crawling on his scalp.

"Since when have my guards been ordered around by a prisoner?"

Qian Xunji's voice came from behind, unhurried and slow, like the cold air drifting out of an ice cellar.

The two guards froze simultaneously, then immediately raised their short knives again, their movements faster and more ruthless than before.

Qian Xunji emerged from the shadows, his steps light, but the dragon robe he wore—though just ordinary clothes—had an innate sense of oppression.

He wasn't wearing his crown, his hair was casually tied back, and his face appeared angular under the light.

He walked to Bibi Dong's side and stopped.

He didn't look at Bibi Dong, but stared at Yu Xiaogang on the ground, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.

"Why aren't you in your yard? What are you doing here?"

Qian Xunji's tone was indifferent, as if he were asking about something unimportant.

Bibi Dong did not look at him.

She stared at Yu Xiaogang on the ground, at the centipede-like wound, at the face that was almost unrecognizable, at the patches and holes.

"He came to see me."

Bibi Dong said.

"He came looking for you, so you came out?"

Qian Xunji finally turned his head and looked at Bibi Dong with a hint of mockery in his eyes, "I thought you would never step out of that courtyard again."

Bibi Dong fell silent.

Qian Xunji looked at her, his eyes filled with neither love nor hatred, but only a complex and indescribable emotion.

Many people speculate about his feelings for Bibi Dong. Some say he loved her, some say he hated her, and some say he owed her something.

But he himself knew that he couldn't explain anything clearly.

"He impersonated a former member of the Spirit Hall, carrying an invalid token, and attempted to infiltrate Spirit City. He even dared to resist after being stopped by the guards."

According to the law, he should be beheaded.

Qian Xunji's voice was calm, as if he were reading an official document.

Bibi Dong's fingers twitched slightly.

"He's just a piece of trash, he doesn't even have soul power, what can he use to fight back?"

Chihiro did not answer.

He gestured with his chin toward the two guards.

"Let's do it."

The two guards exchanged a glance, and raised their short swords again.

Bibi Dong suddenly turned around and faced Qian Xunji.

Her eyes were fixed on him, the same look she had twenty years ago—resentment, bitterness, anger, and a hint of pleading.

"Chihiro's speed".

Qian Xunji looked at her without moving.

Bibi Dong's voice lowered.

"He's already a cripple, what difference does it make whether we kill him or not?"

"Save his life, drive him out of Spirit City, what else can he do?"

"Are you heartbroken?"

Chihiro's voice was very soft.

Bibi Dong's lips trembled slightly.

"He's not afraid of death, he's come to see me."

Twenty years have passed, and he's the only one who still remembers me.

Qian Xunji was silent for a moment, then smiled.

That smile was bitter and weary.

"I remember you."

Bibi Dong remained silent.

The two guards stood there, holding their short swords, unsure whether to strike, like two wooden stakes.

Qian Xunji waved his hand, signaling them to leave.

The two guards, as if granted a pardon, sheathed their daggers and retreated a few steps away.

Qian Xun walked up to Yu Xiaogang and squatted down.

He looked down at the blood-stained face, his gaze as if he were looking at an old object.

"I remember you, Yu Xiaogang."

An honorary elder of the Spirit Hall, a researcher of spirit theory, and author of several good papers.

Yu Xiaogang's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened the only eye that could still be opened, which was full of bloodshot veins.

"Back then you were young, standing on the podium, talking about the evolution of martial souls and the possibility of martial soul mutation."

I've attended your lectures below; they were quite good.

Qian Xunji's voice was calm, as if she were narrating a trivial past event.

Yu Xiaogang uttered a few words in a hoarse voice.

"You...stole her away..."

Qian Xunji did not refute.

He looked at Yu Xiaogang for a few seconds, then stood up and turned away.

"I don't want your life."

His voice drifted from the front, "But you can no longer appear within the territory of the Spirit Empire."

Get out and never come back.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment.

Bibi Dong was also stunned for a moment.

The two guards looked at each other in bewilderment.

Chihiro took a few quick steps, then suddenly stopped.

“As for you—” He didn’t turn around, but everyone knew who he was talking to, “Go back.”

Don't step out of the yard again.

Bibi Dong stood there, motionless.

The wind blew up her white dress, making her look like a flower about to wither.

She looked at Yu Xiaogang on the ground, at his face that was no longer recognizable, her lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She turned around and walked back the way she came.

Chapter 191 The Advantages of the Holy Dragon of Light

She walked slowly, as if waiting for someone to call her, but there was only the sound of the wind behind her.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, watching her back as she walked further and further away, until her white dress disappeared into the shadows of the night.

He tried to call her name, but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out.

That name was too heavy for him to say; he couldn't bring himself to call it anymore.

Two guards came over again and dragged Yu Xiaogang up from the ground.

This time, instead of dragging him behind the low wall, they dragged him toward the city gate.

"If His Highness tells you to get lost, then get lost."

Don't come again.

"A guard said in a low voice."

Another guard grabbed Yu Xiaogang's chin and stuffed a healing pill into his mouth.

Then they left him under a big tree outside the city.

Yu Xiaogang leaned against the tree trunk, watching the city gate slowly close.

The tin-clad door made a dull thud, like a mountain closing in.

It's almost dawn.

His body ached all over; his bones felt like they had been taken apart and put back together, and not a single bone was at peace.

His right leg was still cramping, and his shinbone felt like it was broken. Every cramp made him break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

But he is still alive.

He closed his eyes, leaned against the tree trunk, and Bibi Dong's face appeared in his mind.

She's aged; fine lines have appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her eye sockets have sunken, but her eyes are still so bright.

He suddenly remembered that back in the Spirit Hall, there was a time when they were walking together in the corridor, and she suddenly stopped, turned around, and smiled at him.

At that moment, he thought they would be together forever.

Later he realized that life is too short, too short to say goodbye.

He opened his eyes; it was already daylight.