A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Qitian Xiaohan, that is Sikong Yan's exclusive residence, a towering building, carrying countless glory and dreams. Once, it was a symbol of power and a beacon of hope. However, now it is shrouded in a haze.

Fifty thousand troops, a mighty army returning from a victorious battle in the north, followed Sikong Yan, the heroic prince, all the way. Their armor gleamed coldly in the sun, and their steps were firm and powerful, as if telling of their past glory.

However, they and the little girl named Xiao Lan were unaware that the Crown Prince Sikong Yan had faked his death. This secret weighed on everyone's heart like a heavy yoke.

Xiao Lan, an innocent girl, has pure and kind eyes. His world was originally so simple and beautiful, but fate dragged him into this storm.

At this moment, he stood on the vast land of Qitian Xiaohan, his heart full of confusion and anxiety.

Xiao Lan was surprised to find himself back in Qitian Xiaohan, with his shackles and bracelets untied. He widened his eyes, unable to believe what he saw.

He raised his hands and gently touched the place where he was once bound. There was still a trace of pain there. An inexplicable fear surged in his heart, and he didn't know what it meant.

The soldier just said: "You can go now!"

Xiao Lan asked in confusion, "Why?" His voice was full of doubt and uneasiness. Fear flashed in his eyes, as if he was waiting for a terrible answer.

The soldier replied indifferently: "I don't know either. Anyway, the second master said you are free, go wherever you want!"

Xiao Lan's heart was filled with shock. Freedom? This word was so strange to him. He had never thought that he would be free one day. His heart was full of contradictions, and he didn't know where to go.

"I won't leave, I want to be buried with you!" Xiao Lan said firmly. His eyes flashed with determination, as if he was challenging fate. He had only one thought in his mind, that is to stay by Sikong Yan's side, regardless of life or death.

The soldier thought the little girl was too stupid. She refused to leave and chose to die! He shook his head and left helplessly.

Xiao Lan came to the Qingxin Cottage mourning hall angrily. His steps were heavy and firm, as if he was telling of his inner anger and sadness. His eyes were flashing with anger, as if he wanted to burn the whole world.

The Qingxin Cottage mourning hall was a place full of sorrow. The white curtains fluttered in the wind, as if telling of endless sorrow. The air was filled with a pungent smell of incense, which made people feel suffocated. Xiao Lan walked into the mourning hall, his heart filled with sorrow. He saw the huge coffin, which was the resting place of Sikong Yan.

He rushed to the coffin and climbed up the edge on tiptoe. His heart was filled with fear and uneasiness, not knowing what was waiting for him. His hands trembled slightly, as if he was touching a fragile dream.

Xiao Lan looked at the dark head in the coffin village, whose face could not be seen clearly. He could not help but feel sad and tears flowed down his cheeks. His heart was full of self-blame and regret. He blamed himself for being so stupid and causing Brother Yan to be like this. There was a painful light flashing in his eyes, as if he was enduring endless torture.

"Brother Yan, wait for me." He wiped his tears and decided to go find Xiao Sizhe. His heart was filled with a firm belief that no matter what, he would find Xiao Sizhe and stay by Sikong Yan's side forever.

Xiao Lan walked out of the mourning hall, his steps were heavy and slow. His heart was filled with sadness and confusion, not knowing where to go. There was a helpless light in his eyes, as if he was waiting for a guide.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if foreshadowing the coming of a storm. The wind blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness, making people feel extremely desolate. Xiao Lan walked in the courtyard of Qi Tian Xiao Han, his heart full of memories.

He recalled the good times he had spent with Sikong Yan. Those days were so happy and blissful. However, now everything has become the past, leaving only endless sadness and longing.

He walked through a garden, where flowers once bloomed, but now it was just a wasteland. His heart was filled with emotion, life was so fragile, just like this withered flower, it could not withstand the ravages of wind and rain.

He came to a pavilion, sat there, and looked into the distance quietly, with a confused look in his eyes, as if he was thinking about his future.

He didn't know where to go, nor did he know what his fate would be. His heart was filled with fear and anxiety, as if he was waiting for an unknown ending.

Suddenly, it started to rain. The raindrops gently fell on the ground, making a crisp sound. Xiao Lan looked up and saw the raindrops falling from the sky, and his heart was filled with sadness.

He thought of Sikong Yan, the man who had accompanied him through countless storms. But now, he had left this world, leaving him alone to face it all.

The rain soaked his clothes, but he was unaware. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to find Xiao Sizhe and stay by Sikong Yan's side. He stood up and continued to walk forward. His steps were firm and powerful, as if he was challenging fate.

He walked through a long corridor, which used to be full of laughter and joy, but now there was only silence. His heart was filled with emotion, life was so unpredictable, just like this unpredictable corridor, which made people unpredictable.

He came to the door of a room and gently pushed it open. The room was filled with an old smell, which made people feel extremely desolate. He looked everywhere for Xiao Sizhe, but found nothing. His heart was filled with disappointment, not knowing where Xiao Sizhe had gone.

He walked out of the room and continued to move forward. His heart was filled with a firm belief that no matter what, he would find Xiao Sizhe and stay with Sikong Yan. He walked across a small bridge, and the river under the bridge flowed quietly, as if telling of endless sorrow.

He came to a yard where there was an old tree. The branches and leaves of the tree swayed in the wind, as if telling the vicissitudes of time. Xiao Lan walked under the tree, leaned against the trunk, and looked into the distance quietly. His heart was full of longing. He thought of Sikong Yan, the person who once gave him warmth and love. Now, he has left this world, leaving him alone to face all this.