After crossing, let yourself go

Han Jiu mechanically turned his head and smiled at Xi Ye. The smile was eerie and terrifying. His eyes were red and the mourning clothes on his body fluttered without wind.

As she approached Xiye step by step, she seemed to feel something was wrong. She tilted her head as if thinking about something, suddenly turned her head to look at the door, rushed out in the blink of an eye, and disappeared in the next blink of an eye.

It was too late when Yan Hongzhi wanted to stop him. He quickly rushed out to chase after Han Jiu who was obviously out of control. Chang Hao Bingjian followed closely behind him. Pei Qing removed the gauze that was hanging his arm and rushed out as well.

Yan Beiming was about to take action, but when he took a look at Yan Beixuan, who had no martial arts skills and was obviously not very good at martial arts, he retracted his foot and ordered the guards around him to "Send someone to protect Han Jiu."

"Yes" the guards rushed out of the general's mansion.

Han Jiu gave up her rationality and let the true energy in her body run wild, but she remembered the only purpose in her mind clearly. Her speed was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly, and the aura she exuded would make people with lower martial arts skills tremble unconsciously when they saw her.

At this moment, she was full of cruelty and bloodlust. When she arrived in front of an old mansion, her true energy surged, broke through the tightly closed door, and then she flew inside with a cruel smile.

When Yan Hongzhi arrived, all he saw was Han Jiu, covered in blood, standing in a daze among the dead bodies. It was not because they were slow but that Han Jiu's movements were too fast. It was so fast that in less than a quarter of an hour, there was no one left alive. More than seventy people in the Bai Mansion were all dead in an instant.

Yan Hongzhi didn't feel sorry for those who died, because they deserved it and they deserved to die. What he felt sorry for was Han Jiu at this moment. He walked forward with a painful look on his face and tried to comfort Han Jiu.

Han Jiu seemed to have noticed someone approaching and waved his hand, knocking Yan Hongzhi far away and hitting the wall. Yan Hongzhi spit out blood and barely stood up. Chang Hao and Bing Jian hurriedly stood in front of him to prevent Han Jiu from attacking again.

Yan Hongzhi covered his chest and said, "It's okay," then walked towards Han Jiu.

Chang Hao shouted "Master..." anxiously, but was interrupted by Yan Hongzhi's commanding look.

Yan Hongzhi walked towards Han Jiu again. This time, Han Jiu did not attack him but tilted her head and looked at the creature that was walking towards her step by step. She was thinking whether to kill him or not? How to kill him?

In a trance, she felt that this species was very familiar, but she didn't know what it was. She just looked at it strangely until Yan Hongzhi walked up to her, held Han Jiu's face, and said softly with a mixture of heartache, "Xiaojiu, be good, let's go home." Then he kissed Han Jiu's lips.

It was as if something in his brain was torn apart when Han Jiu saw clearly the person in front of him. When he realized that he was strangling the man's neck with his hands, he quickly let go of his hands and asked, "Hongzhi?" Then he looked him up and down to see if he was hurt anywhere.

Yan Hongzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Han Jiu calling his name. If Xiao Jiu didn't wake up, he would probably die here. He coughed a few times, grabbed Han Jiu's hand that had been feeling around for injuries, and hugged him in his arms, "I'm fine." As long as you're okay, I'm fine too.

Han Jiu's face was filled with sadness when Yan Hongzhi hugged her. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. She could only keep saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." in a daze, feeling helpless and pitiful.

Chang Hao and Bing Jian had bitter expressions on their faces. Pei Qing, who was standing at the door, already had red eyes. At this moment, everyone felt sorry for this man who kept saying sorry, this man whose mourning clothes were already stained red with blood.

The medical bandage on the forehead had disappeared, and the blood from the wound flowed down the forehead and across the entire face, as if announcing the bloody sorrow, the pain of wanting to cry but not being able to, and the agony of wanting to die.

Yan Hongzhi patted Han Jiu's back and comforted her, "It's all over. I will always stay by your side and won't let anyone hurt you." Forget it, let it be. I can't really just leave this man alone.

——At this point, the Great Yan Dynasty entered another era, and the new emperor Yan Beixuan changed the country's name to Wanhe.

When Pei Qing and Han Feng found Han Jiu in the mountains late at night, they both breathed a sigh of relief. The whole mansion was frantically looking for the Third Young Master, fearing that he might be depressed. Han Feng looked at the figure sitting against the tombstone from a distance and cried out with a broken heart, "Xiao Jiu, it's late, let's go back home."

Throw away the wine jug in your hand and open your eyes. "Yeah"

Han Jiu obediently stood up and walked towards Han Feng staggeringly. Pei Qing went forward to support Han Jiu and let him lean on him, and the three of them walked down the mountain in silence.

After returning home, everyone breathed a sigh of relief to learn that the Third Young Master was safe and sound. Xiaotong helped Han Jiu lie down on the bed and quietly left. The moment she closed the door, she couldn't help crying. She was afraid that she would cry out loud, so she covered her mouth with her hands, and tears kept falling down.

Pei Qing looked at Xiaotong who was crying like a tearful person and patted her thin shoulder without saying anything. Xiaotong wiped her face and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go heat up the porridge for the young master."

Pei Qing's brows were tightly furrowed. It could be said that Pei Qing's brows had been furrowed ever since the general, the eldest young master, and then the lady left one after another.

It has been some time since the general, his wife and the eldest young master passed away. During these days, the young master would stay in front of their graves almost every day, motionless, without saying a word, without shedding a tear, just sitting there with an expressionless face, from sunrise to sunset and then to the moon hanging on the treetops. Pei Qing raised his head to look at the night sky with his hands clenched into fists.

Han Feng brought the porridge Xiaotong had heated up and saw Pei Qing standing in the yard. He sighed and said, "Pei Qing, go and have a rest."

Pei Qingsong opened his fist and said, "I have to watch over you." Now I have to watch over the young master all the time.

Han Feng forced a smile. He was exhausted physically and mentally these days. His parents and eldest brother had passed away one after another. He knew that Xiao Jiu always felt that it was all because of her. He kept blaming himself and couldn't get along with himself. He, as the second brother, was really useless. "It's okay. I'm here. You go down and rest first."

Pei Qing still stood at the door without moving. Han Feng sighed again without saying anything. He opened the door and saw Han Jiu lying on the bed with a frown on his face. He put down the bowl in his hand and sat beside the bed. "Xiao Jiu"

Han Jiu opened her eyes and saw her second brother smiling. She didn't know how ugly her smile was at this moment. "Second brother, why aren't you sleeping so late?"

Picking up the porridge aside, Han Feng said gently, "Get up and drink some porridge. You've been exposed to the cold wind all day and drank alcohol. Your body can't stand it." Your body hasn't recovered yet. Hongzhi said that you almost went insane. If you continue like this, you will die.

Han Jiu stood up, took the bowl and drank the porridge obediently. Han Feng looked at her increasingly thin face and said distressedly, "Xiao Jiu, can I ask you for a favor?"

Han Jiu raised his head and asked dully, "What's the matter, just tell me, second brother."

Han Feng held her cold hand, his voice gentle and expectant, "Xiao Jiu, now you are my only relative in the world, my only beloved one. You are torturing yourself and not treating yourself well." Han Feng looked deeply into the bloodless face, "Do you know that you are using a knife to dig out your second brother's heart?"

Han Jiu stared at the man in front of him in a daze.

After a long time, I didn't know what to say, so I had to lower my head and say "I'm sorry, brother" for making you worry.