"Come back to the General's Mansion with me to heal, okay?"

He whispered in her ear, not knowing how to coax her, just following her back.

"Until then, come with me somewhere."

She took him over the top of Chi Du Mountain, it was the small courtyard, the courtyard where she and Liu Linchuan had lived, the place where she first met Yun Luoyi.

"Does the General remember this?"

She looked at the man in front of her and there was a hazy mist in his eyes, they obscured her memories, and she knew that she could not force it.

"It's okay if you can't remember, stay here with me for a while, I used to stay here for a while until I finished my mission."

"What task?"

"It's all in the past, so don't mention it."

Yun Luoyi didn't ask much, just quietly walked to the side, stretched out his hand to wipe off the dust on the guqin left here on the piano table on the side, and then slowly played the cold and piercing piano sound, the cold light qin. When I slain the candle dragon that year, he gave me the sharp, piercing cold light blade, and when I was leaving, I asked him why he had left the harp, and he said it was useless.

That piano was made of thousand-year-old ice, murderous and wanton, sweeping thousands of armies. Later, half of the body of the piano became my cold light blade, and the rest was only the three strings, which could no longer become a tune, so Liu Linchuan threw it here.

Now he played the tune, and the sound of the piano was no different from the original.

"This piano was originally supposed to be an extremely fierce artifact, but after being cut out of half, it was much softer, and it was no longer a weapon to kill the enemy, so it was abandoned here."

His fingers slowly brushed the body, and finally the bleak tone disappeared. Yes, half a point is good, the master of Xingfeng only loves the sharpest sword and the most ruthless person. He hasn't used the piano since.

"Here."

The woman reached out and drew the cold light blade behind her, the blade embedded in the missing groove.

"That year, you forged the sword for me with your own hands."

She put her hand on his shoulder, slowly inputting spiritual power, trying to dispel the fog of confinement in Yun Luoyi's eyes, only to find that the level of prohibition far exceeded her own.

"I don't have to try, I've been like this since I was a child, and I was born with that layer of ice-blue enchantment to protect me, but it also covered up my past."

"Come back to the General's Mansion with me, the injury on your arm is very serious, and you can't delay it any longer."

He whistled to Ryoma, and he stepped onto his horse, turned around, and stretched out his hand, still smiling as before.

"Madame, if you get on my horse this time, you will never run away again."

"Then the general will leave, if the general kidnaps me back, even if the world is in the north and south, I will escape."

"Madam, under the sky, I will be able to protect you."

The woman's pupils trembled slightly, how many years, all these years of being the protector of the Moying Gate, how many years have she bandaged her wounds, gritted her teeth, and was bloodthirsty and painful. It hasn't been protected for years.

How many years of birth and death in order to avenge his mother. There are so many enemies under the firmament, and I believe in him at this moment that he will protect me.

I am the protector of the Moying Gate, I was born to be a war killer, and I am a general who wants to unify the world for the demon race, but at this time, I really want to covet this warmth, covet the time guarded by someone, and covet the feeling of home, even though I know that this feeling will only be exchanged for the abyss, but I jumped down without hesitation, I stretched out my hand and grabbed his hand hanging in mid-air.

This time, just this time, I made a mistake without hesitation, loved without hesitation, and believed in the promise that was destined to be unfulfilled.