While Yang Xue shouted, she tugged on my arm hard, and her body quickly blocked in front of me.

"Bang!"

A sharp gunshot rang out.

Yang Xue's body trembled in my arms.

Before I could react to what was going on, I looked up suddenly, only to see that the beggar who had just lowered his head and pretended to sleep had stood up at some point, and was pointing a gun at me and Yang Xue with a cold face.

"Don't!"

I yelled.

"Bang bang!"

Without hesitation, he fired two shots in quick succession.

Yang Xue's body trembled twice more in my arms, blood was already overflowing from the corners of her mouth, and her body collapsed softly, I hugged her, and my eyes were already overflowing with tears.

The beggar raised his hand, expressionless, and aimed his gun at my head.

"Bang!"

At the same time as his fourth shot rang out, the short shot thrown by Zhao Zichu in the air had already hit several of his arms.

The bullet whizzed past my face, and there was an instant sensation of burning pain in the right side of my face.

At this time, Zhao Zichu had already rushed to the beggar, jumped in the air, threw him to the ground, pressed his hand to the ground twice, knocked the gun in his hand off, and then took out the dagger in his hand and stabbed him in the leg and arm a few times.

Then Zhao Zichu got up and checked vigilantly, observing whether there were any of this person's comrades around, and then took out his mobile phone and dialed 120.

I had no time to care about these at that time, my mind was blank, my eyes were only Yang Xue in my arms, and the whole world seemed to be completely silent in an instant.

Yang Xue's whole body seemed to be drained of strength, sliding down softly, I hugged her tightly, slowly knelt on the ground, put her in my arms, the hand holding her back was hot and humid, and a large area of blood was rendered behind her, I blocked the gun hole on her back with my hand, trying not to let the blood flow out.

"Cher's ......"

As soon as the words fell, large tears fell from her eyes, and her beautiful face switched between blurry and clear in my eyes.

Her face was a little pale, her brow furrowed, and she seemed to be enduring great pain.

She stretched out her hand a little tremblingly, tried her best to float a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, wiped away the tears on her face for me, and said softly: "Xiaoyu, can you put your life and death aside for me...... I...... Can ...... too."

My chest seemed to be covered by a huge curtain, and I was uncomfortable, and I was a little breathless for a while, and the tears in my eyes poured out like a bank, and I couldn't speak, and nodded vigorously.

She opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, and then she squeezed a few words out of her mouth and said, "Xiaoyu...... I...... Deceived you......"

I shook my head vigorously and told her to stop talking, save her strength, and the ambulance would arrive in a while.

She shook her head lightly and said weakly, "I'll wait...... Can't wait for an ambulance...... You proposed to me...... The other day I said I had something to tell you about Yaoyao......"

I burst into tears, I couldn't hold it back, and my voice trembled: "Xiaoxue, please, stop talking." ”

She continued: "When you go to the United States...... I know it from my eldest brother...... knew that Tang Zihui also had an apprentice...... My eldest brother has land there...... Address......"

I shook my head desperately and said I'd tell me when she was better.

She smiled at me and said, "Actually, I want to tell you...... But you suddenly proposed to me...... I was selfish...... Sub-......"

In the end, she said that every sentence was very laborious, and every sentence had to be paused before she could finish it.

I stroked her face with trembling hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't say it, you will get better soon, and you still have to be my wife." ”

"I'm sorry ......"

She was exhausted, her voice was almost inaudible, her eyelids were heavy, she was supported by her last will, her eyes were half-open, and she wanted to lift her hand to my face, but she couldn't lift her arm anymore, so I quickly grabbed her hand and put it on my face.

She whispered in a weak voice, "It's a pity...... Your happiness...... It can't be my own hands...... Here you go...... Next...... I'm sure I'll still do it...... Your bride ......"

She grinned softly as she spoke, her eyes could no longer support it, she slowly closed, and her hand slid down weakly.

"Cher!"

It was as if my body had been hollowed out in an instant, and I was screaming her name hoarsely.

It's a pity that no matter how fierce my tears are, no matter how loud my voice is, she will never hear it again.

She lay quietly in my arms, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, her face was calm and tranquil, just like that, forever and forever stopped at the age of the prime, and forever withdrew from my life, leaving me only a safe smile and the indelible debts and regrets in this life.

I knelt on the ground, bent over, my head buried in her neck, and wept silently.

The wind is howling, the sky and the earth are slim, and my sad figure seems so small in this huge world.

I don't know how long it took, but more and more people and cars gathered around, there were cars, police cars, ambulances, and the sound was noisy.

My body was already a little numb, and I curled up on the ground with my head down and Yang Xue in my arms.

I don't know how many people came to pull me up, but they didn't pull me up.

In the end, my tears had dried up, and I couldn't shed half a tear in my eyes, and I sat in the ambulance with Yang Xue in my arms, looking at the front with a dull expression and blank eyes.

My mom sat next to me, clutching my arm tightly, and cried into tears.

After arriving at the hospital, Zhao Zichu and Han Yi took a lot of effort to break me open, and the doctors and nurses pushed Yang Xue, who had become cold in my arms, into the morgue.

When I watched her being pushed farther and farther, I suddenly rushed at her like crazy, but I was dragged by Zhao Zichu and Han Yi, and I screamed and shouted her name until the heavy iron door slowly closed.

Since then, yin and yang have been separated.

I sat at the door of the morgue for half an afternoon, my head full of images of Yang Xue, her smile, her actions, and everything she did before she died.

Until the arrival of her parents and brothers.

My mother gently dragged me and said that Yang Xue's parents were here.

I jerked to my feet and turned my head to look outside.

I saw a large group of people rushing over from the corridor, and it was Yang Xue's parents who were supported in the middle, with hurried steps and sad expressions, and her mother's face was already covered with tears.

The two of them were followed by Yang Kai, Yang Shuai, and a very burly person who looked somewhat similar to them, it should be Yang Xue's second brother, Yang Hong, with tears in his eyes.

When Yang Shuai saw me, he strode over, clenched his fists tightly, and swung his fist in front of me in the face.

"I'll fuck you!"

Yang Hong also rushed up, kicked me in the stomach, and kicked me on the ground, and then the two of them were about to come up and beat me.

The military advisor and Zhao Zichu hurriedly rushed up to stop them.

"You two get out of here!"

Yang Xue's father suddenly scolded angrily, and Yang Shuai and Yang Hong stopped.

I got up from the ground, knelt down in front of Yang Cripple, lowered my head, my voice was hoarse, and I squeezed out my voice hard: "Uncle, I can't live with Xiaoxue, and I can't stand with you......"

He ignored me, looked determined, and walked straight to the morgue.

After seeing Yang Xue's corpse, Yang Cripple couldn't hold back any longer, and for a moment the old tears were rampant, and his hand trembled a little and gently stroked Yang Xue's face.

Yang Xue's mother was even more grief-stricken, crying and fainting, and the people behind her hurriedly supported her.

Yang Kai, Yang Shuai and Yang Hong on the side, the three iron-clad men were also crying breathlessly.

The night was long and painful.

After dawn the next day, Yang Xue was sent to the crematorium, and after more than 20 minutes of effort, a person of such a size turned into a handful of white ashes, which was contained in a small box, and I don't know if she would feel crowded.

Yang Shuai and Yang Hong told Yang Cripple that they would take Yang Xue back for burial, and said that they would return now.

Yang Cripple was silent for a long time with a calm face, and then said to me: "Xiaoyu, since Xiaoxue dreamed of becoming your wife before her death, then after she dies, she can't go against her wishes and bury her in your royal family's cemetery, are you willing?" ”

I looked sad, nodded, looked at the urn in my arms with tears in my eyes, and said softly: "Xiaoxue is my wife, and she should be in my Wang's Spiritual Hall." ”