Along the way, all Yan Wuxin thought about in his heart was the scene on Guihu, although the battle between the two soul masters made Yan Wuxin envious in his heart, but the more important thing was the woman in red who fought with Yan Jidao, "Who is that mysterious woman?" Yan Wuxin couldn't help but think in his heart, he hadn't thought that there were still people in Jialing City who would dare to go against the Yan family.

The way home is very long, Yan Wuxin's cabin was originally far away from Jialing City, almost on the outskirts of the city, it was not early to leave the store before, and at this time the sky gradually darkened, the autumn was very strong, so the cold wind was also a little biting, Yan Wuxin's thin clothes could not stop the biting cold wind, there was no way, Yan Wuxin could only wrap his clothes tightly, and his heart felt a lot warmer, but his body was still shivering.

After a few moments, the wooden house finally came into view, and the vague outline of the wooden house could be seen in the dim sky. "It's finally here", Yan Wuxin said softly, feeling the colder and colder wind, Yan Wuxin exhaled into the palm of his hand, rubbed his hands, and was about to walk forward, when a touch of red on the side of the road next to him came into front of Yan Wuxin's eyes.

The steps taken are retracted again.

It was autumn, and at this time the roadside was withering yellow weeds, the yellowed leaves in the green had a hint of red, and the red slowly dripped down the leaves, even though it was late and the light was a little dim, but Yan Wuxin could still see that the red on the weeds was blood.

For some reason, Yan Wuxin's mind suddenly flashed the woman in red he had just seen on the lake, stood for a moment, Yan Wuxin's clenched fist slowly loosened, as if he had made up his mind, followed the direction of the bloodstains, and did not return to his wooden house, but came to a path.

It was late, the moon had not yet come out, the path was crooked, the light was unknown, and the path was extremely difficult to walk, but for Yan Wuxin, this path was extremely familiar, and the end of the path was not elsewhere, it was where the graves of Yan Wuxin's parents were.

"Why are you here?" Yan Wuxin couldn't help but think in his heart, and with the doubts in his heart, Yan Wuxin slowly walked forward.

The moon slowly rises, the night sky brightens, and the shadows of the trees are dappled along the way. With the sound of dead leaves under his feet, in the silent night, a lonely grave appeared in front of Yan Wuxin's eyes.

Yan Wuxin's eyes narrowed, there was a woman in front of the lonely grave, dressed in red.

Swallowing his saliva, relieving a little of the tension in his heart, looking at the woman in red leaning on the tombstone, Yan Wuxin slowly walked towards it.

The two of them were getting closer and closer, Yan Wuxin couldn't even hear the sound of the leaves under his feet, and now the clearest thing to hear should be the sound of his own heartbeat, and before he got closer, a silver light flashed in the night, and Yan Wuxin only felt a cold air coming from his throat.

A sword appeared in the woman's hand, and the tip of the sword was in front of Yan Wuxin's throat.

Less than three points.

The woman didn't open her eyes, but even so, the woman's unopened face was extremely charming and moving, "Who are you?" The woman's breath was a little weak, and a weak voice sounded in Yan Wuxin's ears.

Yan Wuxin noticed that there was a blood hole in the woman's shoulder, and the blood hole was still oozing blood, and the red clothes on the woman's body were stained even more bright red by blood, and there was no doubt that the blood on the weeds was also stained because of this.

"My name is Yan Wuxin. Feeling the chill in his throat, Yan Wuxin said without the slightest hesitation.

"Yan Wuxin. The woman's closed eyes slowly opened, due to the weakness of the body, the woman's eyes looked a little lazy, but even so, the eyes looked like stars in the night sky, dazzling, the woman glanced at Yan Wuxin.

Yan Wuxin couldn't help but jump in his heart.

The woman couldn't help but think of the tombstone behind her, "Yan Wuxin, Yan Ruoxi stood", the corners of the woman's mouth slowly raised, the moonlit night was slightly cold, and the woman's smile was like a flower blooming in the night.

It wasn't until many years later that Yan Wuxin still remembered that the sword was less than three points from his throat at that time, and the person holding the sword said to himself, "I'm your aunt."

The sword in the woman's hand fell to Yan Wuxin's feet, and the woman's eyes closed, as if she had fainted.

Yan Wuxin was stunned for a long time, and did not come to his senses, "Auntie?", "I still have an aunt?", "Mom and sister?", "This woman is my aunt?", several questions flashed in his mind in an instant, until the sword falling at his feet made a sound, Yan Wuxin came back to his senses and moved his gaze to the woman in red, the woman's delicate face looked not much bigger than Yan Wuxin, her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

Looking at the woman, it seemed as if a long, long time had passed.

Finally, Yan Wuxin continued to take steps, stepped forward, squatted down, stretched out his hands, and picked up the woman very carefully, without pulling the wound on the woman's shoulder, and Yan Wuxin didn't notice the slight smile on the corner of the woman's mouth.

Under the moonlight, the forest seemed exceptionally silent, stepping on the fallen leaves step by step, making a much louder sound than before, and Yan Wuxin slowly walked towards the wooden house in confusion.

Pushing the wooden house open, as expected, the "creaking" sound sounded again, the wooden house was not big, but fortunately, after Yan Ruoxi left, the room was empty, and Yan Wuxin could only hold the woman in his arms and come to Yan Ruoxi's room.

The room was dark, but standing next to the wooden couch, a few faint scents came.

Putting the woman down gently, looking at the woman's wound that was still oozing blood, Yan Wuxin bit his lip, stood up, went to his room, and took out his treasured small wooden box, dozens of soul stones have been used up, as Yan Wuxin expected, the spiritual power contained in it should have been absorbed by the nameless book, but fortunately, the ancient book also flowed a piece to him, took out the only soul stone in the wooden box that was still slightly shiny, and put it into a bead only the size of a palm, the bead emitted a bright light, and the dark room became much brighter.

With the light in his hand, Yan Wuxin came to the woman, noticed the cloth on the wooden couch, Yan Wuxin put the beads in his hand aside, opened the cloth, and covered the woman, only revealing the wound. Then, grabbing the corner of the cloth, Yan Wuxin tore it hard, and tore a trace of cloth off the cloth.

With the fainter and fainter light, Yi An could see the woman's sleeping face, the two were very close to each other, the breathing sound of the two in the silent wooden house could be heard by each other, and Yan Wuxin stretched out his hand, in an extremely nervous mood, the trembling hand slowly pulled away the woman's clothes, the woman's white shoulders appeared in Yan Wuxin's eyes, but the finger-sized blood hole on the shoulder destroyed the beauty on it, seeing the woman's fair shoulders, Yan Wuxin's face couldn't help but blush at this moment, slowly picked up the strip of cloth on his hand, and gently raised the woman's hand.

"Hmph" A coquettish cry sounded from the woman's mouth, Yan Wuxin's heart jumped, and his hands couldn't help but panic, but looking at the woman's closed eyes, Yan Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief, but after thinking for a while, a blue light appeared on his hand, and several soul threads appeared on the strips of cloth.

The panic in Yan Wuxin's eyes disappeared instantly, and his fingertips slowly moved, and Yan Wuxin slowly closed his eyes after glancing at the location of the cloth strip and the location of the wound.

For Yan Wuxin, the strip of cloth was naturally much easier than a puppet, and Yan Wuxin's fingertips moved slightly, and the strip of cloth slowly wrapped around the woman's wound.

The woman opened her eyes and saw Yan Wuxin's closed eyes, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile, feeling the gentle feeling from her shoulder, the woman's eyes couldn't help but show a touch of love, and the cloth was slowly wrapped, and the woman immediately closed her eyes and pretended to faint, and Yan Wuxin slowly opened her eyes, with the weaker and weaker light, Yan Wuxin could see the wound on the woman's shoulder, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yan Wuxin sat down on the side, wiped the sweat on his forehead, Yan Wuxin only felt that this time it was much more difficult to repair the puppet than before, looking at the woman's face, a memory of the face slowly appeared in Yan Wuxin's mind, not so stunning, but in Yan Wuxin's heart, it was the most beautiful and moving.

At this moment, Yan Wuxin dragged his face with his hands, looked at the woman, and said in confusion: "Auntie?"

"By the way, there are blood stains. Suddenly remembering something, Yan Wuxin suddenly ran out of the house, came to the weeds, squatted down, and wiped the blood stains on the weeds with his clothes little by little, "I still have relatives." Yan Wuxin thought so in his heart, it was not a pity to be dirty, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The woman's figure appeared in front of the wooden house, looking at Yan Wuxin's back, the woman's eyes couldn't help but shed a trace of tears, and in the night, the woman said softly: "Sister, is this the reason why you didn't hesitate to betray your family and come here?"

Under the moonlight, one laughed, one cried, and the two were warm in their hearts.

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