The King of War, he has a delicate body and a soft body

The air was silent for a moment.

Ling Fengshuo opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him, but for a moment he didn't know what to say, so he could only remain silent.

In the quiet space, only Xia Yanchen's small sobs came from his desperate efforts to endure.

It is said that men never shed tears easily, but right now, the most trustworthy and majestic image in their hearts is crumbling in front of their eyes. No matter who it is, they may not be able to bear it.

But Xia Yanchen only choked for a few moments before he recovered and said softly: "I'm sorry, I lost my temper."

The person who did the wrong thing was his father.

Now he was not qualified to feel sorry for such a crazy person in the eyes of the world.

He just didn't understand.

Why did things come to this point?

Sudden--

"If you want to cry, just cry until Yu Ge comes back."

Ling Fengshuo suddenly spoke.

Xia Yanchen paused after hearing this, then smiled bitterly.

I feel bad when I think of my sister who looks like she is made of water when she cries.

My father is gone.

From now on, he will be the only one who can stand in front of his sister.

Thinking about it, Xia Yanchen took a deep breath.

"I'm fine, I just didn't understand..."

Thinking of the crimes Xia Wenbo committed to make the sword, he fell silent again.

Then I heard Ling Fengshuo say: "It's okay if you don't understand. If you did, you wouldn't have argued with him then."

His words were like enlightenment, making Xia Yanchen slightly widen his eyes.

It is precisely because we don’t understand that we disapprove.

If he could understand why his father sacrificed his sword in such a cruel way, wouldn't he also...

No.

He will never be that person.

"Thank you..."

The big stone in Xia Yanchen's heart suddenly fell heavily.

Ling Fengshuo knew that his friend was very transparent, so he didn't say anything more. Instead, he turned around and said, "There is one more thing."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly took a step back, clasped his hands together, and bowed to Xia Yanchen.

"What are you..."

Xia Yanchen was startled and reached out to help him.

Ling Fengshuo had already stood up and said in a deep voice: "I couldn't find your whereabouts before, so I took it upon myself to do the autopsy..."

He told Xia Yanchen about the autopsy, with a hint of apology on his face.

Xia Yanchen was still surprised at first, and even frowned slightly.

But after listening to Jiang Yunluo's examination and confirming the real cause of Xia Wenbo's death, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"There is no need to apologize for this. If I were here, I would agree."

He looked at Jiang Yunluo, slowly raised his arms, and cupped his hands: "I would like to thank the group leaders for not letting him die in an unknown manner, even if he had committed a capital crime..."

Jiang Yunluo nodded and said nothing.

The room became quiet again.

Xia Yanchen's face was full of exhaustion, and this was the time when he needed to rest.

Ling Fengshuo didn't stay any longer. He just told him to have a good rest before leaving with Jiang Yunluo.

Silent all the way.

Jiang Yunluo went into the house and made a pot of tea. When she came out, she saw him sitting in the yard in a daze, staring at Ji Yue on the table.

With a frown, Jiang Yunluo remembered what Ji Guyan said when he was corrupted.

"Ling Fengshuo! I wonder if the sacrifice you used for this sword was a boy or a girl?"

"Have you ever heard a child crying when you wake up from your dreams at midnight?"

With a frown, Jiang Yunluo strode over.

"What are you thinking about?"

She placed the teapot on the table and poured him a cup.

"Nothing, thank you."

Ling Fengshuo took it smoothly, but his eyes still stayed on Jiyue.

Jiang Yunluo chuckled and pointedly said: "Are you thinking...whether you can still use this sword in the future?"

Ling Fengshuo's expression changed slightly.

After a moment, he whispered: "Ji Yue has been with me for ten years."

ten years.

Jiyue almost never left his hand.

Now someone told him that such a sharp sword that he had regarded as his "best comrade-in-arms" was stained with the blood of innocent children.

His brows were furrowed, and his lips had already been pursed into a straight line unconsciously.

Then he saw a thin white palm gently holding Ji Yue and picking it up.

"Yao'er..."

Just as Ling Fengshuo was about to stop him, he heard a "swipe" sound.

Jiang Yunluo had already drawn the sword.

The silver-white sword body shines brightly in the moonlight, making it instantly beautiful.

Jiang Yunluo couldn't help but admire: "It is really a rare and good sword."

Then the conversation changed: "Actually, for you...it should be that those who don't know are not guilty. It's not just you, but everyone who has customized weapons from Xia Wenbo. It mainly depends on what you think."

"Ok?"

Ling Fengshuo's final voice rose slightly, a little puzzled.

Jiang Yunluo said patiently: "If you don't believe that there are ghosts in the world at all, then Xia Wenbo's death is already a revenge for those innocent children. Although I think it is too easy for him to die only once."

"If you are uneasy and think that the child's soul will be attached to this sword, then go to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, or find a master to practice salvation, because when a person dies, he is dead, or no matter what a person does, it is just to reduce The uneasiness in your heart, if you feel uncomfortable seeing this sword, then it doesn’t matter if you don’t use it, in short, it’s up to you.”

These words were so straightforward that they were almost cold-blooded.

But he wasn't wrong.

Ling Fengshuo was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing, shook his head and said, "Is this how you comfort me?"

"You don't need comfort."

Jiang Yunluo filled the cup of tea for him: "You only need someone to sort out your chaotic thoughts, and then you will know what to do. Don't I give you all the choices now?"

She looked at him leisurely.

When their eyes met, Ling Fengshuo suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms.

Jiang Yunluo didn't resist.

She even fell into his arms obediently, letting him hold her.

"Who says I don't need comfort?"

She heard Ling Fengshuo whisper something in her ear, and then hugged her tighter.

Jiang Yunluo was surprised for a moment, but her movements took precedence over her brain and she gently hugged his shoulders.

Ok.

Just comfort him.

The next day—

Jiang Yunluo got up after sleeping enough and went to visit Su Manman.

Ji Guhan has been detained by Ling Fengshuo. The only thing the Xia family is busy with right now is Xia Wenbo's funeral.

But Jiang Yunluo doesn't need to worry about this matter.

Su Manman's appetite has been bad these days, so Jiang Yunluo ate something with her, then took him to the Xia Mansion to spread out among the flowers and moon.

There were a lot of servants coming and going.

And everyone was in a hurry and didn't dare to talk much.

The huge mansion felt a little lifeless for a while.

Jiang Yunluo was afraid of affecting Su Manman's mood, so she simply turned a corner and led her towards a secluded place.

During her previous investigation, she had almost memorized the topography of the mansion.

The two of them walked forward slowly while chatting.

After walking a few steps, I heard a suppressed cry from ahead.