The smoke of gunpowder is everywhere and the flags are swaying.

Bai Jing looked around in a daze and saw thick smoke rising around him, drifting away in the bloody storm.

The fire and dust were stained with blood in the dark canyon, reflecting the ever-expanding remaining fire, which exudes a strong red color, and also reflecting Xiao Qi's blood-stained face.

"Xiao Qi...Xiao Qi!"

Bai Jing didn't care about anything. He pushed the crowd away desperately, shouting at the boy over and over again, wanting to save the boy.

He shouted the boy's name over and over again, shouting loudly.

"Xiao Qi! Dodge quickly!"

However, the young man could not hear it, and still waved the sword that did not match it with his slender body.

The blood on the boy's body became thicker and thicker, and I couldn't tell who it was. First, countless sharp arrows penetrated the boy's thin chest, and then slashed the boy with scimitars.

That was still a young boy, with such a thin body.

How painful would this sharp blade hit the body?

"Xiao Qi--!"

As if he heard the shouting, the boy turned around with a sword in his hand.

The burning fire was still burning, and the light shone the blood stained on the boy's face, and the distorted expression of the boy due to pain.

"No...don't--!"

He seemed crazy and tried his best to catch the young man, trying to save the sword.

But after grabbing it for a long time and running for a long time, I still couldn't catch the blood-soaked hand.

"No...Xiao Qi..."

It was only a short distance away, but he seemed to never be by the boy.

When he ran out of exhaustion, the boy's voice rang on the other end of the fire.

This time, the boy's voice lost its unruly smell, so weak that he was so weak that he trembled and stuttered.

"Fifth brother... I don't want to die yet... My Jiaojiao is still waiting at home..."

After the boy said these few words with difficulty, he slowly fell down, looking into the direction of his hometown, and swallowed his last breath with a strong reluctance in his eyes.

"Xiao Qi-! Don't..."

He went crazy and ran to the boy desperately.

Suddenly, he tripped on the ground by something, and when he raised his head, the fire had dissipated at some point.

He saw piles of corpses, broken limbs and arms, broken armor, and broken weapons scattered all over the ground.

There is also the blood that flows like a river.

There was a small figure standing among the pile of corpses, standing in the sea of ​​blood, with a hoarse voice and a confused tone calling on his relatives buried in the pile of corpses.

"Grandfather...Dad..."

He stopped and saw the small figure clearly.

This time, the child does not have the same old-fashioned and steady state as he is, but the panic and fear of losing his protection.

Just like the chick who has lost her mother's blessing, trembling in the cold wind and rain.

"Transfer meaning...Transfer..."

Bai Jing called out Xiang Xiao Chuanyi's name and sat up from the bed.

He looked around in a daze, the fire and blood in his dream were gone, and what caught his eye was the simple and tidy room.

"It's a dream..."

Bai Jing murmured, covered his cheek and slowly lowered his head.

It took him a long time to move his hand away.

The crystal traces on it were hard to tell whether it was tears or sweat.

But in his eyes full of shame, the shadow of fear has not yet disappeared, as if it has not yet been pulled out of the nightmare.

He has done this dream many times.

Logically speaking, you should be used to it, but every time you wake up, you cannot immediately recover from the helpless pain in your dream.

In the dream, Xiaoqi, who should have survived like him, will leave the world with the same death condition with reluctance.

And that little child, helpless and confused, had no change from beginning to end.

He knew it was a dream, but these immersive dreams reminded him all the time that the battle in Yinshan should not have happened. It was all his fault... it was all because of his message...

His guilt not only continued to decrease with the dreams, but instead increased day by day.

Even though his beloved wife was by his side, he still couldn't let him go.

Suddenly, Bai Jing felt nauseous.

He was worried that he would wake up his wife by causing trouble, so he held back the surging in his stomach and got up to find water to drink.

The light from the outer room made his eyes lit up. He stopped and looked at the slender figure under the light: "Su Su..."

Inexplicably, that strong nausea sensation disappeared.

My wife was sewing clothes under the lamp, and the orange color of the candlelight was covered with a faint warmth on her body.

"Ah?" Cui was shocked by the sudden sound. After seeing Bai Jing's face clearly, she quickly put down the needle and thread in her hand, got up and helped Bai Jing to the side of the brazier, and took another big cloak and put it on Bai Jing's body.

She was going to pour water, but Bai Jing grabbed her hand: "Su Su, stop busy, sit down."

Cui stopped, then sat down, looked up at him: "Husband, what's wrong?"

Bai Jing couldn't tell a lie when he was looked at by such clear and clean eyes.

He had no choice but to avoid it and quietly shifted his eyes to the needle and thread basket on the table: "What is my Susu doing if she doesn't sleep so late?"

Cui understood his concealment, but did not ask. She smiled and replied: "I'm making clothes for you."

"I just exchanged two plain clothes every day. This one is dirty and the one has not been dried yet. You are so clean. I think if you change more clothes, you will be much more comfortable."

Bai Jing was staring at Cui, and the red light in the brazier faintly reflected in his eyes. He spoke, his voice softening a little: "You are afraid of the cold, so you should do it for yourself, but you always think of me."

Cui smiled softly: "I don't go out until the door is two. I guard a brazier every day. When it gets cold at night, my Ajing will hold people and quilts into my arms. The cold wind here can't do anything to me."

Bai Jing looked at Cui and didn't speak for a long time.

Those eyes, full of shame and as quiet as winter, gradually felt a little warm because of this dependence and care.

At the end, he held his wife's hand tightly: "Su Su, do you know? I'm really lucky to be married to you in this life."

"I, Bai Jing, achieved nothing and had no outstanding talent, but I have you, and I am often proud of it."

"God did not give me the genius, but brought you to my side. You are the best gift God has given me. I will definitely cherish this dress."

Cui covered her lips, revealing the shyness of her daughter's family. Her eyes shone with fire, as if happiness was overflowing from it.

She said: "I'm so slick, where did I learnt the bad habit of being beaten?"

Although she was angry, her eyebrows, which were still curved and unfallen, showed her irresponsible joy.

Bai Jing took her into his arms and sighed softly: "If I knew you like to listen, I should have said more in the past. It was the books of sages that taught me so seriously that I didn't know that Su Su's shy look so beautiful."

From beginning to end, he did not ask where the wound on his wife's face came from.

As if to avoid some embarrassment, neither of the couple mentioned it.

For him, the few punches he made after Cui Zhihui was knocked unconscious by His Royal Highness Nine were naturally not enough to make up for the suffering his wife suffered.

But he told himself that he would never allow Cui Zhihui to hurt him for the second time.

Cui leaned against Bai Jing's chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, and hit a very beautiful melody of "bang bang bang".

But she felt a heavy sadness from this steady beating heart.

After this incident, her husband seemed to be more considerate and perfect.

However, if she could, she would rather have the young man tied to the rules and regulations than be perfected by her husband's unwillingness to experience grief.

Although the boy would not say such heartwarming words, he did not stare at her with such affectionate eyes.

But at least, the boy is happy.

Thinking of this, Cui held Bai Jing's hand and whispered in his heart—
Chapter completed!