Chapter 11 Amber Scattered Crimson Clothes

December 8th.

The people and horses of Cangming Villa have officially invaded the foot of the bloodless mountain.

Only barely supported by the gate of a jade pillar, all the bloodless people have retreated to the bloodless center and gathered in the hall.

Death and injury can no longer be determined by the bloodless rules of the past.

Bailiyao sat on the hall and looked silently at the collapsed people below.

"Yan Feiyu, take them there!" She is still sitting, but her heart has been hurt more seriously because of the continuous bad news these days.

Yan Feiyu looked at her, frowned slightly and waved to everyone, "Come with me, don't fall any of them. This is the Lord's order!"

He slowly walked behind the main hall. Under the sculpture of amber, as long as he pressed a button, he could see a secret path. At the beginning of the construction of bloodless, this was also a secret that could only be known by the masters of previous dynasties, and acted for convenience. But today, it is the only way for those who are bloodless to escape.

The rain led the way. The secret road that no one has walked for a long time is covered with moss, and the water in the cave has penetrated into the secret road, which looks dark and humid. The mouth of the cave is getting narrower and narrower, and the sound of those people slipping can be heard constantly. Yan Feiyu thought about what Bai Liyao said yesterday.

"As long as the people of Cangming Villa attack the foot of the bloodless mountain tomorrow, please take everyone away from the secret road."

Yan Feiyu was surprised by Bailiyao's indifference. Did she already know that blood would be lost without trace? So, why did she choose to continue to fight against Cangming Villa?

"You... go too..." Bai Liyao covered her mouth and tried to make her spirit look more shaky.

"What about you?"

"Naturally, I want to be with blood without trace." She smiled a little, but leisurely above the hall, wiping the amber painting behind the throne. Under the sun, those amber condensed a shocking light, and every point of the lines entangled in the amber is so clear. I thought that I would die on the bright red cliff, and then open crimson leaves and become a rattan surrounded by those entanglement, just like my ancestors.

"You once said that if you die one day, I must dry those blood stains for you. So, how can I go? I haven't forgotten about this. Why did you forget it?

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"Ms. Yan, thank you for bringing us out." Everyone in the bloodless, with the fatigue of injury and war, knelt down to him and clasped his hands and held his fists.

The real voice pulled him back from the trance. He smiled and was calm as usual, "You're welcome. If you want to thank you, thank your Lord."

"Yes, why didn't our Lord come out together?" A woman jumped out, only 17 or 18 years old, with a crutch, and the skirt under her body looked so empty. I have treated such a woman. On that day, she returned with no trace of blood, and a girl was cut off her legs alive. Is it her?

"Bailiyao...she will come out later. You can go as far as you can. Don't come back, let alone mention bloodless. I'll go to your Lord."

People are always so uncomfortable when lying. At least, Yan Feiyu is trying his best to avoid the sharp eyes of everyone. It was not until he saw all the people go further that he slowly recovered and walked back into the cave.

"Why did you come back?" Bailiyao stood at the peak of Yanhong Cliff and kept staring ahead.

The steep peaks, except for the staggered red vines in the west, are relatively empty on the other three sides, and you can see the scene at the foot of the mountain.

Yan Feiyu didn't say anything, but stood quietly beside her and accompanied her to look down the mountain. One by one, so slow.

"You know, just now, I saw the appearance of those people for the first time. Every face and every slight expression. In the past, all they did was unconditionally execute orders. I never thought that I could quietly look at the colors on their faces on such a noisy day.

"Shall we go together? Like them, walk together, leave together, and live a life that only belongs to us, okay? Yan Feiyu shook Bai Liyao's shoulder and deeply outlined her eyes, which had fallen into the bottom of her heart.

"Flame Rain." She didn't say anything, but called his name helplessly, and then pulled his hand from her delicate shoulder (forbidden words, ah. Dear friends, please forgive me that Mu Mu has replaced it with pinyin tape.)

His hand stopped in mid-air and did not fall, but stiffly withdrew.

"I entered the house. It's cold here." Although there was a loss hidden in his eyes, he buried it in his heart after all.

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"Bailiyao, can't you even listen to this!" He is a little angry and really angry. Why must he torture himself? Isn't torturing yourself just torturing her?

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"Bailiyao!"

"Bai Liyao?"

He seemed to have found her strangeness, "Bailiyao!" Yan Feiyu flew up, and Jinjin surrounded his cold body and embraced his chest. Bai Liyao, why are you so stupid?

Her mind dispersed and collapsed in Yan Feiyu's arms with a shallow smile, "You said, you have to help me bleed in person. You are not allowed to go back on your word."

"I don't want it! Why are you as cruel as ever?" He looked at the haggard woman in front of him, and a sense of pain poured into his heart. What on earth did you eat? I'll help you with your pulse. I'm a doctor. I can save you!" Yan Feiyu trembled his hands and moved his pulse in panic.

Bailiyao struggled, "Don't waste time."

Why is there no pulse? Tell me why there is no pulse?" He panicked and had no idea at all.

In a faint time, I just felt that Bai Liyao was grabbing his wrist and wanted to say something, "I have given myself a life-thirsty, and there will be no antidote. This poison will invade the heart and lungs within half an hour. If the pulse is gone, it is naturally normal. Ha ha."

"Why?"

"Inflaming rain, I don't have much time. People who are going to die, don't you want to be fresh in another way of death?

"I don't believe it!"

"Well, in fact, I'm just afraid of pain. If you take the life-thirsty, so that when you bleed, I won't hurt! Will you let me do this once in my life?"

Yan Feiyu clenched his fist in his hand, but the tears between his eyes could no longer be suppressed. I'll save you. Don't talk anymore. Rest in peace."

"Yan Feiyu, I don't have much time. Help me bleed."

"Ah!——Ah!" Bailiyao's whole body was rolling, and the painful shouts had made a lot of sweat ooze out of her forehead. "Let go of my blood. I'm very uncomfortable."

Yan Feiyu picked up the knife, closed his eyes, and finally slipped to her wrist.

Blood surged from the wound, penetrating little by little along the entangled vines, disappeared and then turned red again.

Bailiyao smiled and said, "Yan Feiyu, thank you for relieving me."

Her blood color is getting lighter and lighter. While the rain was not paying attention, he turned around, pushed away the rain next to him, and then jumped into the red cliff.

The crimson shadow fell little by little, the floating wind belt, the green silk wrapped around the face, and the gently closed eyes, all the eyes have been cut off.

Yan Feiyu's hand stretched out in the air and grabbed something in vain until the blue veins on his face burst up.

"Yan Feiyu, I don't like you at all. I've been using you from beginning to end. You are a big fool!"

At the last moment, she said loudly in Yan Feiyu's ear, but her echo was between the mountain walls and did not stop for a long time. He didn't know that Bailiyao just wanted to be with all the bloodless traces she had put into, so she chose to die and choose to live with the bloodless trace between the red cliffs before the traces disappeared.

"Yan Feiyu, I don't like you at all. I've been using you from beginning to end. You are a big fool!"

Yan Feiyu looked up at the sky and laughed hysterically, "Big fool Bai Liyao, I don't like you either!" I just love you, I love you very much. Just like you..."

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December 8th night.

The people of Cangming Villa have completely occupied the whole blood.

However, this place has been burned by fire, and the flames have been spreading. I heard that some people tried their best to rescue them, but the fire did not weaken at all, but became more and more fierce.

Some people say that this fire was set off by the people of Cangming Villa in order to kill it all. Some people also say that this fire was set by bloodless people in order to die with the people of Cangming Villa. Some people even said that the fire was a sky fire, a warning, an omen about the four cities of the universe.

The people of Cangming Villa were stationed not far from the blood and watched the fire burn little by little.

The fire shines into the sky, and the night sky in the west is like a day, like a huge flame ball rolling.

"Lord of the Second World, it's time for us to go back!" There is a charming woman beside Qingmuhong. Although she is dressed as a maid, she has a soft and charming bone.

"Go away! When to go back, it's not your turn to talk! Cher, remember your identity! Also, put on your own clothes! I really don't know how my sister-in-law can spoil a maid like you!" Qingmuhong counted rudely and was commanded all the way. He was annoyed. He was already full of anger in his heart. After being hit by her, he felt that there was nowhere to vent.

"Lord of the Second World...you...You don't know how good Cher is to you!" Before she finished speaking, she covered her face and shyly got out of the tent.

Qing Muhong looked at the fire and took Xue'er out to see the world. Did that woman want to stuff her personal maid to herself? Qinghong, does she really not know what I want?

December 13th.

The fire was completely extinguished until this day. At this time, looking at the blood without trace, it has long been a pile of ruins, full of blackness, and only the remnants of those buildings can be seen.

With a wave of the flag in Qinghong's hand, all the people began to evacuate magnificently.

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On a platform under the red cliff, Yan Feiyu watched those people go away quietly.

No one knew that he set the fire.

No one will doubt his existence, because no one knew that Yan Feiyu would appear in blood without trace and become the last person to leave blood without trace.

Bailiyao, can I take revenge?

Is it okay for me to give you a bloodless trace?

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