His indifferent voice irritated my eardrums, I don't know if it was dignity or proof, I stood up and used that trick to hide for five years, it was the wind blade I learned from him, he didn't know, I used three years to control the wind, and I hit it with one blow and cut off the head of the candle dragon.

"Let's go back."

He walked in front of me, lifted the head of the candle dragon, I followed him, maybe it was too much blood, and finally fainted without holding on, and when I woke up, I had returned to the small courtyard where we were temporarily staying in the Western Continent, the wound on my left shoulder had formed a dark blood scab because of the herbs, I struggled to sit up from the couch but the wound was involved, and I inhaled slightly.

"Don't move."

His voice came from above his head, for some reason, today he was dressed in white, he was really a sword eyebrow starry, and the moon and breeze were not exaggerated. The apricot blossom wine in his hand was still familiar, and he drank too much, and his face was slightly reddened, and there was a trace of intimate temperature. He rolled over and jumped down and stood quietly next to me, sighing softly.

"It must have hurt."

"Seeing death and not saving it is also a fine tradition of my Moying Sect, don't you say, Lord Xingfeng?"

I never lost my temper with him, but I remembered that he looked at me, and his indifferent and senseless face turned angry, and I couldn't help but say sarcastic.

"How do I want to ......?"

Before he could finish his words, his eyes suddenly turned red.

I didn't understand whether that sentence was a sarcasm for me or a concern for me, but suddenly even the air was bitter. Like a cocoon that was entwined around and around, I was in a trance of my world for a long time. His hand gently caressed my wound, like a fragile treasure, but it made me more and more confused, he just rubbed the red mark over and over again, and then, slowly, approached. I don't know when the curtain fell behind him, I just remember it was a dream in which he said to me, don't die, don't want me to die. When I woke up, my wound was completely healed, and he was as apathetic as ever.

"It's time for us to go back."

Since that day, the head of the candle dragon has been sold for 30 million gold coins by a famous auction city in the Western Continent, and since then I have finally become the Moying Gate protector they want me to be, and I have become a dragon slayer admired by the world, he did not blame me for the incident of the wind blade, and that was the only time I saw him wearing white clothes, not evil or evil. My reputation has grown, and many gangs and clans want to cooperate with me, but they are all deterred by my status as the protector of the Moying Sect.

When we returned to Luchen Peak in the Moying Gate, the mountain gate had already been replaced with new guards, and when I saw them leaning over to say hello to me, I had the illusion that I was in a different world. He is no longer the little guard who has guarded the mountain gate for decades.

That night, he stood in the apricot blossom forest, holding a wine jug in his hand.

"You can leave Luchen Peak, my mission is complete."

At that time, I was still holding the fox fur that I had specially found for him because of the heavy night fog and the cold apricot forest, and I was slightly stunned. Then he slowly stepped forward to put on a fox fur for him, I was waiting, waiting for him to say a word. But I didn't know at the time, he was also waiting, waiting for a sentence "Don't go." ”

I stepped back and turned around, pretending not to be in the middle of it, and that he was turning his back to me, and I couldn't see the expression on his face.

The night fog was getting thicker, the wind was cold, and the smell of wine on his body was ambiguous.

Year after year, year after year.

"Lord Xingfeng, take care of yourself."

When I finally let go of everything, I decided to revenge my life and bear my blood revenge. Suddenly, he was violently pulled and knocked into a slightly cool embrace, he wrapped around me from behind, the faint smell of wine and a slightly hot snort spread on the side of my neck, and then fell a cool and warm touch, like a kind of branding, hot and bitter.

"Be careful, exile."

He let go of me, and his back disappeared into the apricot forest, and the apricot blossoms bloomed against the clock, white as jade.

"When you're free, come and try apricot blossom wine."