"It's okay!" The injury on the neck was too mild and there was almost no pain. It was normal to get a sword from Xue Haoran. He didn't want to avoid it. He also wanted to use the pain to remind himself what he had lost.

Nian Jinshu pulled the corner of the robe that was pulling back to the robe. The two left together. Feng Wu also led the secret guard to disappear. Yuan'er stared at Feng Liangzheng blankly, "Master, why are you so sad?"

"Alan is dead."

Yuan'er's expression froze, and she reached out to hug him, her voice feeling extremely sad, "Master, don't be sad."

"Do you still remember Alan?"

"Remember!" Yuan'er's voice softly, "That year, the master and Nian Junyao and Xue Lan became brothers. Yuan'er also knelt beside the master, and read the oath with the master. Yuan'er also wanted to join the master. Yuan'er knew that the master loved them very much."

That year, Yuan'er was not old, just a young man. When they were having sex, Yuan'er jumped up and down and kept asking Feng Liangzheng what was the fraternity?

Feng Liangzheng said that I hope that the brothers who died on the same day of the same year, month and day will be willing to do whatever they want.

When Yuan'er heard this, she also wanted to be brothers with her master.

So, they knelt on the ground and swear to the point of being together. Yuan'er also kneeled down in a proper manner and recited with Feng Liangzheng. Feng Liangzheng thought she was fun, but she never stopped her.

Over the years, Xue Lan often comes to him, so Yuan'er naturally knows Xue Lan.

Feng Liangzheng suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and the blood stained Yuan'er's plain clothes red. Yuan'er was shocked, "Master!"

...

Feng Liangzheng couldn't get sick. After his legs recovered, he had never felt so emotionally depressed. When Xue Lan died, he took all the blame on his body and was unable to control himself.

Yuan'er herself was still injured, and her wounds were hurting all the time. She wanted to take care of Feng Liangzheng, and she felt very sad.

In Wanping City, there was a scattered life.

Everyone is sad, hurt, unable to control themselves.

Yuan'er sat on the bed, holding Feng Liangzheng's hand. She unconsciously stroked his fingers, with tears in her eyes. Feng Liangzheng's face was a bit scary, almost transparent, very weak, and seemed to die in the next second.

"Master, don't be sad." Yuan'er said softly, "Master is sad, Yuan'er is so sad."

Some emotions are really hard to control.

Feng Liangzheng was confused and kept saying something. Yuaner lowered her body to listen. He heard the sound that Feng Liangzheng was so small that he could hardly hear. He kept saying, "Alan, I'm sorry, Alan... I'm sorry, forgive me."

I'm sorry, forgive me.

Yuan'er's heart was hit and it hurt so much. Her forehead was pressed against Feng Liangzheng's hand, and her voice sounded softly, "Master, don't be sad, you will get better."

But her words did not seem to have caused much trouble to Feng Liangzheng, and he continued to repeat, sorry, forgive me.

Xue Lan’s mourning hall was set up in Wanping City for three days.

Three days later, Xue Haoran was going to take Xue Lan's coffin home. Nian Jinshu didn't tell Xue Haoran about resurrection. She had no idea and didn't know what would happen in the future. She didn't dare to give Xue Haoran hope.

After Xue Haoran went to Feng Liangzheng for a fuss that day, he never mentioned killing Feng Liangzheng again. He calmly handled the follow-up matters of taking Xue Lan back to Donglin Castle.
Chapter completed!