A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Duan Fufeng took her hand again and walked forward resolutely.

At the same time, Nanxing's car started moving, and the three met in the middle of the open space.

He snapped his fingers, ordering the guards to stop the carriage. He kicked open the door himself, but didn't get out. Instead, he leaned back lazily in his chair, glancing at the two men with a chillingly sarcastic smile.

"My good uncle, you've finally decided to send him to me?"

Duan Fufeng's expression darkened slightly, but he did not act impulsively, and coldly said:

What will it take for you to withdraw your troops?

Nanxing twitched the corner of her mouth and raised her chin.

"I want her."

"She can't give it to you."

"Then we have nothing more to talk about."

Nanxing casually picked up a gun from the car and pointed it at Duan Fufeng's chest.

"and many more!"

Wutong spread her arms to block him, her gaze fixed intently on Nanxing.

“If you continue fighting, you will only both suffer heavy losses. Why can’t you talk peacefully?”

"Peace?" Nanxing scoffed. "My dear sister, how could you possibly believe that we could have peace? The moment you abandoned me and left with him without hesitation, those two words ceased to exist in the world."

"How can you, as an emperor, so disregard family feuds and national hatred, and wage war solely for your own sake?"

Nanxing sighed.

"You are a woman after all. No matter how capable you are, you still don't understand men's thinking... Family feuds and national hatred, where is there so much justice in this world? There is only aggression and being invaded, robbing and being robbed."

He glanced coldly at the two of them and sneered, "Do you think I don't know what he's thinking? Even if he keeps quiet now, he'll retaliate sooner or later, and then I'll be the one on the defensive."

Wutong could not deny this; she had personally witnessed the enormous stockpiles of ammunition in the Southern Xinjiang army.

Ammunition is something you can't eat or drink; it's something you prepare for war.

Nanxing's sudden deployment of troops merely sounded the alarm for war between the two regions ahead of schedule.

Wutong raised her hand, the sunlight so bright it was blinding, and the ring reflected a dazzling luster.

“I will not go back with you. He and I are already husband and wife.”

Nanxing's eyes stung from the light, the mockery on his face gradually disappeared, and finally he became as cold as if covered with a layer of frost.

"So what if we're husband and wife? I want you, even if you become a corpse, I'll take you back with me."

Wutong frowned. "You don't care about my thoughts at all, do you?"

Nanxing remained silent.

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I don't want to force you to do anything, but I want to tell you that if this fighting continues, it won't just be the people of Southern Xinjiang who suffer, but the entire world for generations to come. The Central Plains are now barren, and apart from the illusion of prosperity you've created for yourself in Phoenix City, everywhere is filled with cries of sorrow..."

"Nanxing, you are now the emperor. I hope you can open your eyes and see your empire. It is not what you imagine. If you do not change your ways, it will surely be destroyed in your hands. Can you bear the blame?"

"What if you can shoulder the responsibility, and what if you can't?"

Nanxing clenched his teeth, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"I don't care whether they live or die. These people are no better than pigs and dogs. If they die, they die. What's the big deal?"

"you……"

"Shut up! I'm here to take people away. If you don't want to give them to me, then let your strength speak for itself!"

"Is there really no other way? Are you really determined to start this war?"

Nanxing stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly glanced at Duan Fufeng and gave a cold smile.

"It's not entirely without a solution. If you die with me, then the war can naturally stop."

He missed the right opportunity in this life and could not win her heart, so winning her body is not bad either.

He had long ago had a huge tomb built for him, large enough for them to be buried together. He had once thought she would never return, so he went to great lengths to obtain Duan Fufeng's ring, intending to be buried with it.

Now that the real person is back, there's absolutely no reason for him to die alone.

Upon hearing this, Wutong glanced at Duan Fufeng, who realized her thoughts and reached out to stop her, but it was too late.

Wutong rushed to Nanxing's side, drew the pistol from her waist, and said:

"In that case, I agree."

Both men pointed their guns at each other. Nanxing faced death but showed no fear. Instead, he raised an eyebrow at Duan Fufeng with a smug look.

"Look, so what if she loves you? You still can't have her."

Duan Fufeng had no interest in looking at him and growled at Wutong, "Don't be foolish! Come back!"

Wutong raised the muzzle of his gun, his eyes resolute.

"This is my business, don't interfere... If you dare to come any closer, I'll kill myself."

Duan Fufeng refused to believe it and planned to use his skills to take the gun from her hand.

However, Wutong was prepared and decisively pointed the gun at her temple, staring at him with unwavering determination.

Her finger was already on the trigger; if she pulled, he would lose her forever.

Duan Fufeng had no choice but to take a step back, his heart feeling as if it were being stabbed.

Wutong turned his face to Nanxing and said, "Let's begin. I'll count to three, two, one, and when it's over, we'll kill each other together."

Nanxing stroked the cold, dark barrel of the gun, then raised his eyelids, revealing his dark pupils.

"I want to ask you something: Do you... regret saving me back then?"

Wutong replied without hesitation, "I regret it."

He was taken aback, then nodded self-deprecatingly, his lips pressed into a straight line.

"I understand... Let's begin."

The two men pointed their guns at each other, and a series of images flashed through Wutong's mind.

The first time she saw him, the first time she saved him, the first time she comforted him...

You don't know how much they've been through until you look back.

"three……"

"two……"

If their deaths could end everything, it would be worthwhile. It's just a pity about Duan Fufeng...

She glanced back and saw Duan Fufeng lunging at her, seemingly trying to make her dodge Nanxing's bullets.

Time was precious, and the scene seemed to be in slow motion. She saw every strand of hair and every look in the other person's eyes with unparalleled clarity and remembered them firmly in her heart.

"I love you, and I will love you again in the next life."

After silently repeating it in his heart, Wutong finally uttered the last word.

"one."

A gunshot rang out, but only once.

Wutong stared in astonishment as Nanxing collapsed in front of her, blood spurting from her right shoulder, yet a smile remained on her face.

She couldn't bear to let it go, so she missed her target, just to force Nanxing to retreat.

Nanxing couldn't bear to do it either, so he didn't fire the gun and endured the pain alone.

The guard driving the car tried to help him up, but he brushed his hand away, his eyes fixed intently on the sycamore tree.

“I used to think that as long as I did some excessive things, even if you didn’t like me, you would pay more attention to me instead of always looking at others.”

"Now I know I was wrong. If there is an afterlife, I don't ask to be your lover, I just want to be your most obedient little brother. Would you be willing?"

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