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Fengqing is a person who cannot stand being deceived. She hates being deceived.

But now, she has become the one who lied to others. She doesn't know how to face the senior brothers and sisters who are devoted to her.

I originally thought that her senior brothers and sisters would show dissatisfaction and scold her for being dishonest.

But what Feng Qing didn't expect was that after the third senior sister Shi Qingyun shouted "little junior sister", she rushed over and hugged her.

Not only her, but others also gathered around her.

Everyone looked at Feng Qing with burning eyes, no blame or complaint, only full of heartache in their eyes.

Shi Qingyun hugged her even harder, as if he wanted to make her feel a little warm in this way.

Her voice was choked with sobs: "You said you, why are you running around because you are not in good health? Do you know that we almost couldn't find you?"

Feng Qing's stagnant eyes were filled with waves.

She did not move, letting Shi Qingyun hold her, her eyes swept over the extremely familiar faces, she pursed her lips slightly, and her voice was a little choked: "I'm sorry."

They were better than she thought, but why was she so miserable?

If she had met them earlier, would her life have been different?

Feng Qing thought about this question countless times, but couldn't come up with an answer.

Yun Cheng shook his head: "You don't have to say sorry. It's because we didn't notice anything unusual about you. It's up to us to say sorry."

Feng Qing had just briefly exchanged a few blows with Nangong Xun, and she suffered some injuries. The strands of blood dyed her white clothes red, which made Yun Cheng feel even more distressed.

He also wanted to hug her like Shi Qingyun, comfort her, and tell her that they would always be there and there was no need to be afraid that one day they would abandon her.

But Yun Cheng knew that he couldn't.

Feng Qing liked them very much, but this love had nothing to do with Fengyue.

Looking at Feng Qing surrounded by several people, Jun Ruochen felt that his throat was congested, and the sourness at the tip of his nose suddenly surged up and he couldn't suppress it.

He took two trembling steps forward, his voice trembling, and finally called out the name he had called countless times: "Yan, Yanyan..."

In his perception, the time interval was no more than a thousand years.

But the vicissitudes of change in Shangqing Realm made this cry a little more sad out of thin air.

The wind blew through the layers of history, and by this time, they were no longer young. The ruthless knife of time had cut them all.

For a moment, Shi Qingyun felt the person in his arms suddenly stiffen and his back straighten.

Feng Qing's whole body seemed to be frozen, his pupils were shaking, and his eyes were wide open. For a moment, he couldn't believe that he heard that, and that 'word' was more like an illusion.

How long has it been since anyone called this name? Feng Qing's eyes suddenly became wet.

There were many people who could gently ask her to speak, but all of those people had passed away without leaving any trace.

But just now, she heard the call again that seemed to be close to her ears.

The joys and sorrows that spanned tens of thousands of years sent a gust of wind up from the depths of the abyss, blowing violently towards her, bringing with it a whisper-like cry to her ears.

It was so gentle and touching, but it made her eyes turn red instantly.

She felt that her throat was congested, and tears unexpectedly filled her eyes, unable to hold them back.

Ninety thousand years later, she cried when the Jun family was wiped out.

Later, she wiped away her tears and fought alone in the Jiuyou Mountains for a thousand years, even if the blood on her body dried up, she did not shed a single tear.

The tears of the weak cannot win mercy, nor can they make them stop. She understands this truth deeply.

She avenged the Jun family, but she didn't cry.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and she thought she had forgotten what tears felt like.

But at that moment, just a soft shout brought her thoughts back tens of thousands of years.

The Jun family is still there, brother Ruochen is still there, sister Ayao is still there, they are all still alive.

As if there was an invisible barrier between her, Mu Ran caught a glimpse of those fresh and agile faces, calling out: Yan Yan.

They stood on the other side of the barrier waving to her, the sun was shining brightly and it was bustling with activity.

She stood here, shrouded in shadow, unable to see the light of day.

A strong sense of grievance instantly exploded in Feng Qing's heart, and it was so ridiculous that she had an urge to cry.

The sourness filled my heart and I could no longer suppress it.

Feng Qing turned around slowly, and Jun Ruochen stood three meters away, with tears streaming down his face.

After tens of thousands of years, the brothers and sisters reunited again, and every move was filled with sadness.

Seeing the face that she missed day and night, Feng's clear tears rolled down from her eyes, followed her pale cheeks, and fell into the dust.

She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

She seems to have seen brother Ruochen. Is this a quick glance before death?

God was not kind to her. At least he allowed her to see brother Ruochen again before she died.

But why is he alone?

Where is sister Ayao?

What about the rest?

Have they been reincarnated, or are they unwilling to forgive her for her ignorance when she was young? That's why I don't want to come see her.

Feng Qing's feet were as heavy as a thousand pounds, as if someone had filled her with lead and she couldn't move.

She wanted to open her arms and pounce on him like she did when she was a child, calling him brother Ruochen like an oriole.

But those days were long gone, the innocence was gone, and she could no longer pounce on him as unscrupulously as she did when she was young.

She just looked at that familiar face, fearing that he would disappear in the blink of an eye, leaving her alone in this cold world without relief.

"Speak."

Jun Ruochen didn't care so much. He strode forward, pulled Feng Qing out of Shi Qingyun's arms, and hugged her tightly.

He seemed to be holding on to his last life-saving straw and refused to let go.

Feeling the warmth from the other person's body, Feng Qing almost thought she was hallucinating again.

His heart was beating very fast, thump thump thump. It was the heartbeat of a living person, so it was not an hallucination?

Her brother Ruochen is still alive?

He's not dead?

The sword in Feng Qing's hand fell with a clang, and tears fell down like broken beads.

She raised her hands and hugged Jun Ruochen's thin body with all her strength, like a wronged child who finally found her parent, and cried uncontrollably in his arms.

"Ruochen, brother Ruochen...are you still alive?"

Jun Ruochen's tears also fell, and he gently touched the top of her hair with one hand: "I'm sorry Yanyan, it's my brother who didn't protect you."

He was supposed to bear the pain and hatred, but as the young master of the Jun family, he let his sister bear everything for him.

What kind of brother is he? How can I live up to my father’s years of teaching? And the second uncle and second aunt’s careful instructions?

Jun Ruochen suddenly hated Tiandao so much, why did he throw him into the crack in space, why did he let Feng Qing go through all that.

What a cheerful girl she used to be? Now he almost doesn't recognize him.

Feng Qing shook her head vigorously, her voice choked with sobs, and the clothes on Jun Ruochen's chest were wet with tears: "Yes, it was Yan Yan's fault. Yan Yan should have been obedient and shouldn't have been so willful. It's all my fault."

The empty mountains and fields were filled with Feng Qing's suppressed cries, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances she had suffered over the years.

After knowing her for so many years, this was the first time Nangong Xun saw her cry.

Feng Qing used to be cheerful and lively, with a strong personality, and would not shed a single tear even if she was injured and bleeding.

But seeing her holding Jun Ruochen and crying like a child, Nangong Xun's hand holding the sword couldn't stop trembling.

He thought that he had already hated Feng Qing, and he should be happy when Feng Qing was in pain.

But since Feng Changyun told him the truth of all that, those hatreds gradually dissipated with the wind.

As a disciple of the Nangong family, he was supposed to avenge his clan, but he suddenly didn't want to do it.

After so many years, it’s time to let go of those heavy blood feuds.

He had hated it for so many years, tortured himself repeatedly, imprisoned himself in hell, and almost went crazy countless times.

He is worthy of the Nangong family.

He put all the blame on Feng Qing, but when he saw her holding Jun Ruochen in pain, he realized that Feng Qing was just a girl who needed protection. The changes in her family forced her to Become stronger little by little.

Feng Changyun was right in what she said. The last person in the world who should hate her was him.

After the hatred dissipated and he let go of everything, he could face Feng Qing with the calmest attitude and re-examine their relationship.

Nangong Xun had to admit that if so many things hadn't happened, he would really like Feng Qing.

Seeing her crying now, he still couldn't help but feel sad.

He has never let go of Feng Qing. Throughout his life, from a young age to now, he has been used to seeing the warmth and warmth of people and the harshness of the world. Whether it is love or hate, Feng Qing is all there.

His love and hate always revolved around her alone.

He thought a lot and examined his relationship with Feng Qing over and over again. In the end, he could only see the word "fate" filled in from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The word "fate" is like Mount Tai, always pressing on their heads, making them unable to breathe.

Nangong Xun wanted to go back to the past, to a time when the Jun family and the Nangong family were still there, and risk his life to stop the Nangong family from raising the butcher's knife against the Jun family.

It's a pity that none of them have the ability to turn the karma chart to reverse time and go back to the past again.

Their fate is determined from birth.

I struggled through the sea of ​​misery throughout my life, but I was still full of regrets and couldn't change anything.