"Boom, boom, boom......" There was still the roar of the fireball rolling, the merciless shouting of killing on the battlefield, and his anxious call.

"Ripple, ripple!" Her body was aching endlessly, her head was about to burst, and the fireball rolled in front of her eyes, making a "sizzling" sound as human skin burned, and the smell of burning went straight to her nostrils, making her feel uncomfortable.

Tears rolled down.

A hand rubbed lightly against her face, a face rubbed against her skin, and a man's peculiar ambergris wafted in immediately, making her feel better.

"Sister! Sister Han! She blurted out involuntarily, tears uncontrollable.

The fireball was finally extinguished, leaving the whole earth with a sticky, invisible, charred mass that was sticky, smelly, and ugly.

Who could have known that this was Duan Zhijin, the emperor of Dali, and his beloved empress Shangguan Yihan?

The moment the fireball went out, the grief-stricken woman, the grieving woman in the man's arms, disappeared for no reason.

The man looked at his empty hands, stunned for a moment, and finally—he howled to the sky: "Ripple——! The eyes that should have been enchanting also flashed as a wolf.

He, like crazy, ran towards the fireball.

"Shangguan Yihan, Duan Zhijin, did you take her away? You give her back to me, give her back to me! You can die together, but why do you want to take my water away? You take me away, take me away! What are you leaving me here for? By this time, calm had long since returned to the battlefield, the armies on both sides had stopped fighting, and the soldiers stood on both sides and looked at each other. In the silence, the man's howl became more and more frenzied, "Wherever you go, heaven and earth, I will find you!" ”

The murderous aura was everywhere, and the dead silence enveloped the entire battlefield.

Shui Yun felt herself rise with the wind, and in the blink of an eye, she floated into the sky, and that feeling of powerlessness swept over her, seeping into her limbs. She couldn't feel any weight on herself, and she couldn't see her body. All she could see was the men below crying for her, howling for her, madning for her, her heart—it seemed like it was about to break.

She wanted to call him.

She wanted to go back, to the crazy man who was beside him.

However, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't shout, and she couldn't go back.

She could only drift away with the wind, drifting farther and farther, drifting farther and farther......

"Small-——!" She shouted vigorously, "Don't, cry......" but her voice disappeared the moment she exited, and she couldn't even hear herself, let alone the crazy him below.

"Jun, I'm here!" She reached out and wanted to fly over and pounce into the arms of the man who had brought her humiliation, hatred, and endless love. However, her body was not moved at all, and she still drifted away with the wind. She could only watch as he moved farther and farther away from her.

Until the man's figure completely disappeared before her eyes......

Her heart was so sore! But why couldn't she shed tears?

Gradually, her heart seemed to ache less. She felt her consciousness blur as well.

I'm going to die!

Thinking of this, she actually saw that her body was clear again, and her heart was full of surprise. She's not reconciled! She threw herself up and grabbed it in the air, but the white cloud passed through her hand—without a trace of it. She widened her eyes and saw the clouds pass through her...... Her heart stopped beating.

Suddenly, a powerful force tore at her body, and she fell into infinite darkness......

The man below looked at the pitch-black, charred ball in front of him and hated it fiercely. The blood-red eyes were on fire, but the people were already dead, and he couldn't make any worse of it.

The dignified Emperor Dali, how could he be humiliated by the son of a servant of the Min Dynasty? Tens of thousands of Dali soldiers beside him, with weapons in hand, are eyeing him, how can he do anything humiliating? Besides, Xiaojin and Yihan usually treat him sincerely.

Well, he can only hate himself! Hate myself for not being able to protect her.

"I'll find you." The red-clad man walked silently among the stunned group of soldiers. Whether it was the soldiers of the Min Dynasty or the soldiers of Dali, they were shocked by the fireball of the Emperor and Empress of Dali, and they could not recover from the scene of the two of them dying.

And the one who started it had already disappeared the moment the fireball went out.

The man looked up at the sun above his head, and at the strangely shaped clouds that floated by, and his scarlet eyes seemed to see something, and a glimmer of light shone directly in his eyes. The clouds dissipated without a trace. But there was nothing.

"You, wait, where to hide her, I will find her!" It seemed to be an oath and a proclamation, and the hoarse words spread into the ears of every soldier along the wind, and then drifted to Dali City along the wind.

So, in front of tens of thousands of soldiers, the man in red grabbed his horse and galloped all the way north. Another man in red also stepped on a red horse and chased after him: "Xiaojun! Come back - Jun! Come back! With a shout, the two horses swept through the battlefield one after the other, and swept away. He didn't hear the shouts of his brothers, and the two of them disappeared in an instant.

In Dali City, Duan Wangfu.

Duan Xiaoyao's mother is enjoying the flowers.

There was an unprovoked gust of wind in the courtyard, and along with the wind came all sorts of unknown noises. It seems to be the shouts of the soldiers on the battlefield. She was worried about the safety of her three sons, but there was a faint cry of freedom in her ears, and the anxiety came straight into her heart, and her heart began to tremble rapidly.

It's the so-called "mother-son connection"! One of her sons was howling in pain, and the other was anxious, how could she, as a mother, not feel it?

Suddenly, there was a dull pain in her heart, and before she could cover it, her body had already softened in the unconsciousness of others. When the maids saw their mistress faint, they were so anxious that they scurried like headless flies. "Sir! Master! Oh no! Madame fainted! ”

However, Duan Wang Ye was on the battlefield.

"Little Wangye, Little Wangye!" A servant rushed into Duan Xiaoyao's house, which was empty, and there was not even a shadow of a ghost. They thought that Duan Xiaoyao was killing the enemy on the battlefield, and their Dali was still in danger, how could they come back?

A girl ran to the Gray Shadow House, but found nothing.

What to do? What to do? The housekeeper suddenly thought, there is no prince, no little prince, and no ancestors!

He rushed to the plum garden with a roar and stopped at the door. At this time, the old ancestor was reciting the Buddha, praying that God would protect the three little princes and protect the safety of the old prince, and he could not scare her anymore. So, he slowed down and went in......

When the old ancestor came over, the imperial doctor came, and the princess had already woken up.

She took the ancestor's hand and cried: "Mother, my Xiaojun, Xiaojun is leaving!" He's not coming back, woo......"

The old ancestor patted her hand and said: "Our Duan Wangfu has always been loyal to support the Dali royal family, and what we have done for Dali and the people is good. I believe that the mother ......"