After being a widow for half my life, I found out that my husband was not dead.

The fire burned Yan Mu's eyes red. He was sitting in the middle of the room. The wound was torn open at some point and blood was pouring out.

He looked at the fire around him. The tongues of fire seemed to have turned into man-eating ghosts, roaring and ferocious, pressing hard to devour him step by step.

But he couldn't move, his body seemed to be frozen.

He thought again of the fire in the Seventh Prince's Mansion. He could survive as long as he rushed out, but he was trapped.

It was never the fierce fire that trapped him, but despair and fear.

Despairing that everyone had abandoned him, including the one he loved most and thought he loved him.

Fear of living, how difficult it must be to serve every day.

He lowered his head. After all, he would die alone, no matter how alone he was, he would have nothing to worry about on the road to hell.

"Yan Mu!"

This sound...

Yan Mu stiffened for a moment, then laughed to himself after a while, realizing that he was actually hearing hallucinations.

"Yan Mu!"

Yan Mu was stunned. The next moment, the person came to him and threw himself into his arms, which truly made his heart tremble.

His eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at the person in his arms. She also looked at him, her eyes full of heartache and anxiety.

"Why...are you back?" he asked with a dry throat.

"Why don't you run away?" Liu Yunxiang shouted.

"I……"

"Quick, I'll take you out!"

Liu Yunxiang went to help Yan Mu, but he grabbed his hand. She looked at him again and saw that his eyes were trembling, and his expression was fragile, as if he could be broken with one blow.

"I thought you would never come back if you left."

Liu Yunxiang held Yan Mu's face, lowered his head and kissed him, "I will never abandon you again. I promised you that even if I die next moment, I will be with you."

At this time, the fire burned down the beams here, splashing countless sparks.

At this moment, Yan Mu suddenly gained strength, turned around, hugged Liu Yunxiang, protected her in his arms, and then rushed out with her.

"You promised me."

"what?"

"Never leave me again!"

Liu Yunxiang turned to look at Yan Mu and saw that his eyes were red and filled with tears, and he pursed his lips tightly, looking like he had been wronged.

"I want to grow old with you forever, no, forever and ever, and never be separated again."

Yan Mu's lips curved, "This time, I believe you."

The fire had burned so hard that the whole house was crumbling. At the moment of collapse, the two finally escaped.

"Master! Madam!" Hibiscus shouted in surprise.

Several men in black also saw it, knowing that there was nothing they could do to Yan Mu tonight, so they flew away immediately.

The beggar turned around and saw Yan Mu coming out of the sea of ​​fire. He took a breath first and then ran over, "Old Qi, I damn thought you were really doomed this time!"

Yan Mu smiled and said, "I just went down and walked around for a while, but the Lord of Hell didn't accept me."

The beggar smiled when he saw Yan Mu. It was not the self-deprecating or gloomy smile in the past, but a bright one, like the sun.

He looked at Liu Yunxiang again and understood when he saw their hands clasping each other.

She saved him and rescued him from the fire in the Seventh Prince's Mansion in Shengjing.

The beggar patted Yan Mu on the shoulder, nodded with a smile, and thought of something, then his face darkened, "With the fire tonight and these men in black, someone is obviously trying to kill you. Could it be Han Lin's people?"

Yan Mu thought for a while and said, "Han Lin is going to put his tail between his legs and become a man now. This fire is too big, so I guess it's not him."

"Who is that?" asked the beggar.

Yan Mu shook his head. Since the prince was killed by him, several forces in the Northern Jin Dynasty had competed with each other and had conflicts of interest. It was difficult to tell whose eyes he had fallen into.

"Don't worry, the person behind will show his tail."

The group of people escaped from Jingchuan Garden and breathed a sigh of relief. Liu Yunxiang looked at Yan Mu and realized that her chest was bleeding.

"You are hurt!"

Yan Mu shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry."

"There was a lot of blood, how could it be okay?"

Yan Mu hugged Liu Yunxiang, "I'm fine, I'm alive now."

What was dead is now alive.

Liu Yunxiang was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly called Hongzhu over, "Quickly bandage his wound."

Hongzhu was looking for Chongming. Hearing this, he ran over and said, "I can't see my master anymore."

Liu Yunxiang looked around, and sure enough he could not see Chongming.

It was late at night, and there was only one person on the long street, dressed in white, holding a mahogany sword, and was walking slowly.

The moonlight was bright, stretching his figure very long.

"Where have they gone? No one cares about me."

"I can't find my home, what should I do?"

"Master, Hongzhu, old beggar."

As he was murmuring, a carriage came galloping towards him, its horses neighing, and it stopped in front of Chongming.

Looking at the carriage blocking his road, Chongming frowned and wanted to go around, but the guards on both sides of the carriage stopped him.

He raised his mahogany sword and said, "Get out of the way, I know magic!"

After a few swipes, the guards all drew out their long swords, their blades glowing with cold light, and surrounded Chongming.

Chongming snorted, "Don't think that because there are so many of you, I'm afraid of you!"

As he said that, he really wanted to rush over.

"Chongming, do you really not recognize me?" A female voice came from the carriage, and then the curtain opened, and a woman wearing a purple coat got out of the carriage.

This woman was Princess Heshuo. She stared at Chongming and approached him step by step.

"I have been looking for you for many years, but I didn't expect you to be in Jin'an and still with Yan Mu. Oh, the fate in this world is really wonderful, isn't it?"

Chongming tilted his head and looked at the woman walking over, frowning, "Who are you?"

"Haha, who are you asking me?" Heshuo laughed so much that he burst into tears. "That year, you were only fifteen or sixteen years old, but you broke through all the palaces and took me out of Da Rong Palace. You tell me Me, I said that this face of mine can no longer be used. If you want to survive and take revenge, then change your face. You personally used the knife to transform me into what I am today. No one in this world can ignore me. , but you can’t, you Chongming can’t forget me!”

Heshuo almost screamed at the end.

Chongming frowned and took a step back: "Madman!"

He Shuo's smile suddenly stopped and he stared at Zhong Ming: "It's obviously you who told me that instead of living in hatred, it's better to turn yourself into a madman and kill everyone who betrays me."

Chongming didn't want to pay attention to her and walked around to the other side, but was still stopped.

"You bully me, I'm going to tell my master to go!"

Heshuo snorted: "Are you really crazy or stupid? I don't believe it."

Heshuo narrowed his eyes, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, with a black pill everywhere, "Take it, and I'll let you go."

Chongming pursed his lips, "Really?"

"Of course!"

Chongming stretched out his hand, and Heshuo placed the black pill in his palm.

"I'd like to remind you that this is something you refined yourself. It's called March Sky. If you knew what it was, would you really dare to eat it?"