Ruan Yanluo stood not far from the firewood rack and didn't speak, but the calmer he was, the more worried Nangong Ling became.

As soon as Ruan Yanluo came back from the holy lake that day, he fell ill, he was menacing, feverish, delirious, talking nonsense, and shouting one after another: Don't die, I order you not to die!

also called people's names, one by one unfamiliar names, and later there were also familiar ones, such as Lanxiang, such as Yan Feng.

Nangong Ling listened to it like a knife, he didn't count how many names Ruan Yanluo called, but there would be no less than a dozen, he felt sorry for this little fish that had actually experienced the death of so many people, and he felt sorry for her that she had obviously experienced the death of so many people, but she never learned well, she always had to care like this, no matter what, she couldn't cross this hurdle.

This disease, even Lu Xiuyi was helpless, when Lan Xiang died, Lu Xiuyi had no way to take Ruan Yanluo's symptoms, at that time he could attribute it to his shallow medical skills, but now, his medical skills have already made great progress, but he still has no way to deal with this disease.

Nangong Ling didn't reprimand him, just let him prescribe medicine to see the symptoms, and then sent everyone away, quietly hugged Ruan Yanluo, whenever she made a big fuss, she took her in her arms, and whenever she called someone in horror, she whispered in her ear: "I'm here, I'm here ......"

For a day and a night, Ruan Yanluo finally quieted down, and Lu Xiu came to see it, and was overjoyed, saying that as long as he drank some more fever-reducing medicine, he would be able to recover, but he couldn't say when he would wake up.

And Ruan Yanluo seemed to remember the matter of Yan Feng's burial in his heart, and just this morning, he suddenly opened his eyes in Nangong Ling's arms.

As soon as she woke up, she didn't even ask the time, she asked Nangong Ling to help her get the clothes, Yan Feng's last journey, she had to send it anyway.

Nangong Ling knew very well that Ruan Yanluo had her own stubbornness and persistence, so she didn't stop her, but just carefully accompanied her over, but despite this, Nangong Ling was still worried about her body, afraid that she would be overly sad during the cremation and get sick again.

But Ruan Yanluo was not sad, not even a tear, and this state was even more worrying.

Many things, it's good to cry, but this woman is a woman who can't cry, and this kind of love is the most bitter and bitter in her heart.

Frowning slightly, Nangong Ling's face was very ugly, but he couldn't say anything, just accompanied her carefully.

"Master, the time has come to light the fire." In the middle of the day, Yan Qing walked over.

The cremation of this matter is the most yang thing in the day, and Yan Feng will not feel cold when he goes to Huangquan Road in the future.

Nangong Ling's lips moved, he didn't want Ruan Yanluo to do this, but although he thought so in his heart, he didn't show it on his face, and he didn't even stop Yan Qing.

This is his respect for Ruan Yanluo, there are some things, only Ruan Yanluo himself is qualified to make decisions.

Ruan Yanluo looked at the torch handed over by Yan Qing, paused for a moment, and then slowly took it.

She is the master of the Changfeng Army, the Changfeng Army is her private army, and Yan Feng is one of the four commanders, only she is the most qualified for this ignition of the fire, which is not only her responsibility, but also her respect for Yan Feng.

People have already gone, even if they don't light the fire, they can't come back, at this time, there is no hypocrisy, all to do is to simply go and light the fire, so that Yan Feng can go on a beautiful last journey.

Taking the torch, Ruan Yanluo walked to the firewood rack, took a deep breath, and decisively handed it out.

When the flame touched the dry wood, it immediately made a sizzling sound and burst into flames.

Ruan Yanluo was silent, walked around the platform, lit all around, and then raised his hand and threw the torch into a corner of the firewood rack.

The flames burned fiercely, Yan Feng's face looked ruddy and shiny against the firelight, Ruan Yanluo was in a trance for a moment, as if Yan Feng was still alive and not dead at all.

She took a step forward suddenly, as if she wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Yan Feng out, he was still alive, not dead yet, how could he let the fire burn him?

However, as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was grabbed by a person.

Ruan Yanluo turned his head and saw Nangong Ling's handsome and cold face.

"Yan Luo......" he called in a calm voice, and a slightly cool voice seeped into Ruan Yanluo's ear drums, and she clearly saw a trace of worry hidden in Nangong Ling's eyes.

His mind instantly cleared up, Ruan Yanluo took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his hand, and stood beside Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling's heart relaxed slightly, and the tense muscles on his body slowly relaxed.

This little fish has an unbreakable obsession with the death of the people around him, and at this time, it is absolutely necessary to mention 120,000 caution.

The flames burned bigger and bigger, and Yan Feng's figure gradually became a little difficult to see.

"I'm not good for him." Ruan Yanluo suddenly spoke.

Nangong Ling didn't say anything, he knew that all Ruan Yanluo needed now was to speak.

"I knew what was going on in his mind, but I kept pretending I didn't." Ruan Yanluo stared at Yan Feng's increasingly blurred face, and said sentence by sentence: "I thought that time was the best medicine, some things, some feelings, with time, will slowly pass, when the time comes, I will help a few of them find a good family, just like Yan Qing and Lan Yue, I always want the people around me to live happily, but ......"

The voice paused, but I didn't expect that personnel are so impermanent, and all the Yiqiē will not follow your script at all.

"If I had known it would be like this, I should have said it earlier." Ruan Yanluo looked at Nangong Ling and was very serious: "I should take his thoughts seriously and respond positively, instead of dragging it out like this." People are sometimes afraid to face it, but in fact, stretching out the head and stabbing the head, shrinking the head is also a knife, and it is over earlier, and the long pain is not as good as the short pain, but this blind dragging, is the most painful. ”

Turning his gaze back to the firewood rack, which was almost all burning, it was when the fire was at its peak, Ruan Yanluo said again: "I'm really bad to him. ”

But he died because of me.

Sometimes life is so unfair, but what can be done?

The fire burned for more than half an hour, and when a person can live so many years in the world, when he returns to dust, it is only half an hour.

Yan Qing Yan Ming Yan Yuezai carefully packed up Yan Feng's ashes, put them in the box that had been prepared a long time ago, and covered them tightly, and when he held them, he weighed a thousand catties.

Ruan Yanluo didn't get involved in the next thing, and followed Nangong Ling back to the courtyard where he lived, and as soon as he entered the door, a guard came over to report: "Lord Wang, don't ask to see you!" ”