It was late at night, and the lights of the town were extinguished one by one, but the world in the village was not completely dark.

The moon rises from the east, embedded in the air forever, shining on this land for ten years, and gently scatters on the small building in the four corners.

Although it is still dilapidated and desolate, it has been cleaned up by Duojiao, who is like a girl next door during the day.

She did not sleep in her room that year, but in Yi Shaocheng's room. On that bed, maybe she wanted to find the breath of that person back then, even if it was a trace.

...

The Imperial Palace of Dian Kingdom, that place is cold and ruthless.

But because of this, Duojiao grew faster and became more mature.

When she first entered the palace, she always had a bad father. For some reason, this always made Qinghai Yi, who called herself a master, look extremely dark.

Once, Qinghai Yi became really popular and shouted fiercely: "You are the supreme princess of Dian Kingdom, the son of fate, and the orthodox heir to the throne in the future. He is at most an ordinary Han man, and to put it bluntly, he may be a lowly fugitive. I don't need to say more about our relationship with the Han Dynasty. You know, what qualifications are he qualified to be your adoptive father? At most you are just foster care. But even I have to thank him, because your aunt Yanzhu, Dian Kingdom does owe him a life-saving grace. Yi Shaocheng is Yi Shaocheng. You may not say that he is your father again in the future, and you can't think of it! There is only one father, and that is Your Majesty the King of Dian!"

The courtyard of the deep palace was surrounded by strangers wearing masks. The girl was helpless and worried and fearful all day long, but she knew that this woman was her life-saving straw and must not make her angry. Over time, she only called the man her name.

The moon projected from outside the window... Duojiao was lying on the bed and tossing and turning. The villagers' words echoed in her mind during the day. She had already thought of a thousand ways to catch ghosts.

The best way is to act as bait and pretend to be asleep... But since she practiced witchcraft, she has been full of consciousness all day long. She has not slept well for ten years and has forgotten what it feels like to sleep.

I feel a little upset if I can't pretend.

Duojiao left the bed and came to the window. When she saw it, she saw the center of the courtyard, surrounded by railings and a giant banyan planted in the corner. She remembered that it was he dug out of the mountain and dragged it back because she said that there was nothing.

At this time, the moon had reached the middle heaven, and the sky and earth were covered with light and white.

Duo Jiao couldn't help but jumped through the window and landed gently on the open space.

She bounced her fingers, and a few white soul fire flew out from her fingertips and fell on the branches, and then the burnt branches fell quietly.

After catching it, she pulled off all the leaves with her hand, and she used the branches as a gun.

At this moment, no matter what happened in the whole world, it had nothing to do with her, such as haunting, witchcraft, imperial palace, and Dian Kingdom...

When she was a child, she tried her best to let the man teach her martial arts, but she never touched her again after leaving.

"Maybe it's because of this that I can't remember how he looks." Duojiao said to herself, then she raised her branches with her hands, and the whistling sounded in the courtyard.

This set of Dragon-like Sword Art, from the initial unfamiliarity to the practice over and over again, many fragmented memories were really slowly awakened because of this.

She began to immerse herself in it, and a hint of joy appeared on her face.

At this moment, a sharp wind blew behind my head.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear that when the man taught her, she would suddenly go around and shoot her, and shout "Be careful" to alert herself and train her.

Then Duojiao dealt with it like what she taught back then.

He turned around and turned around, first blocked the gun and protected himself, then suddenly pressed down the opponent's gun bar, and jumped up to kick the darkness behind him.

Bang!

The feet were held by the big hands that poked out from the darkness, just like they were held by that person back then.

Duojiao, who was taught by Yi Shaocheng, was able to "the big snake with the stick" and raised her hand to throw out the "gun" and stab her. She immediately relaxed her hand, retreated, and left her gun away.

Duojiao landed on the ground, lifted her gun to the sky and turned around and slashed hard in the darkness behind her.

Just halfway through, it stopped-

"Who!" Duo Jiao shouted coldly.

Under the moonlight, the spear flashed coldly, and in silence, it stabbed steadily and ruthlessly, and finally hit Duojiao's throat.

She knew that the ghost entrenched in her house in the villagers' mouths finally appeared.

As Duojiao scolded her, the gun light pushed forward again. The murderous intent on it instantly cooled her whole body through her skin, making her scalp numb.

Pick.

The branch slid from her hands, and Duojiao closed her eyes, but she did not give up, because she would never give up before seeing that person, so the fingers under her sleeves were squirting quickly, and a trace of soul fire was gathering.

However, the moment the soul fire condensed, the murderous intent disappeared, and then she heard a bang.

Duojiao felt her throat relax and quickly opened her eyes to see that the gun fell to the ground. Her eyes were suddenly attracted by the gun on the ground.

This gun... looks familiar.

Duojiao's face was stunned, her eyes moved up from the old and mottled wooden spear, and finally landed on the spear head. She vaguely saw a line of words that were almost worn out on the spear head, but judging from this familiar brushwork, Duojiao recognized it all at once - Yi Shaocheng.

Easy! Shao! Cheng!

It’s Yi Shaocheng! This is his gun back then!

For a moment, all the scenes just now flashed in her mind. This person seemed to know every move she next, so she lost. Yes, this person is very familiar with her, knowing that shooting technique, that person is—

"It's father...it's Yi Shaocheng!"

Duojiao's eyes were wet and her face was excited. She quickly looked up and looked forward.

The next moment, her excited face disappeared, became unbelievable, and became surprised, but soon, Duojiao became excited again, and she opened her hand and hugged it up.

...

In my memory, it was the last time Wuya saw that man-

The man stood in front of the small building in the four corners, surrounded by broken houses and ashes. The wind and snow were buried half of the sky and the earth, as if he was in a dream of blood sprinkling in the middle of winter but magnificent and colorful. In the dream, the man's body was also broken and blood stained. Therefore, he was so majestic, but he exuded an unconcealable loneliness.

This is a kind of tragic time that makes people feel like they are still in the scene.

He stood in front of Fengxue, staring at the ground where the blood was not dry after the final battle, for a long time, until he almost turned into a snowman.

He just stayed with him like this, although he didn't know what to do, but he knew that waiting was the only thing he had to do.

After a long time, the snow shell outside broke.

The man shook off the wind and snow all over the body, turned his head and pressed his shoulder and lowered his body to say something to him. Although he couldn't understand, he could understand it even if he had been with him for a long time.

It's probably "Thank you", "Looking at here", "Wait for me to come back" and so on.

Then the man disappeared into the increasingly heavy wind and snow, and then he went back and forth between the small building and the riverside all day in the following days. After a long time, he often remembered the man and the girl, and then somehow people began to appear around him again.

Then, Wuya had forgotten how to speak. There was only one tenacious belief in his mind: wait!

Why wait?

Wuya didn't know that maybe he was just as ignorant as before and fulfilled his original promise.

...

He didn't understand feelings, but at this moment, he couldn't help but embraced Duojiao. The long-lost sense of familiarity surged into his heart, diluting the silence and coldness that had lasted for ten years.
Chapter completed!