Embers

In the 38th year of Chengtian, a major event happened that shocked the world.

The news was released by Qianji Pavilion, the number one intelligence organization in the world. It was true and not false, and soon spread all over the country and reached everyone's ears.

The versions everyone heard may not be exactly the same, but they are generally the same. The most similar thing is everyone's expression when they hear the news, which contains elated joy.

Can you not be happy, oppressing the entire Jianghu for nearly 20 years, Nie Budu, the leader of the demon sect, who has been feared by rumors, was murdered to death!

Is there anything more gratifying than this?Within a hundred years, no!

On this day when the whole world can't wait to celebrate, a new leader of the Devil's Cult has taken office.

For the time being, no one cares about who the new leader of the Demon Sect is. They are still immersed in the excitement of Nie Budu's death. It seems that this momentum will not pass for a while.

The autumn sun shines through the branches, leaving spots of light all over the ground, and the low and gentle wind blows past the ears, bringing the unique calmness of autumn, mixed with depression.

The young man in white sat under the tree and silently raised his head, the light spots fell on his face.

Hair as pale as frost and snow was scattered on the ground softly, like strands of emotions, which could not be explained clearly.

He slowly raised his hand, and withered yellow autumn leaves swirled and fell down on his palm.

"Master, it's time to change clothes."

A gentle man dressed in sky blue walked over slowly holding a black robe, and stopped three steps away from him.

"Don't call me the leader."

Li Mei was startled.

"No, let's call him the leader."

The man said again.His tone was as cold as ever, but with a hint of confusion.

Li Mei lowered her head slightly, looking at his slightly opened eyes.

Now, he only has Li Mei.

But he was afraid that only Li Mei would be there.

Because life is like a long, long road. I think that everything I have will be lost one day. This road is destined to be walked alone.

This is the truth that 20-year-old Ember understands.

It's not that I'm not afraid of loneliness, but I'm more afraid of losing.I would rather get used to loneliness than experience too much loss or even numbness.

Ember got up, took the clothes and shook them off. It was a brand new black robe, made of exquisite materials, and also embroidered with complicated patterns with gold silk.

It was designed by Nie Budu himself.

He said that a man like him should wear clothes like this.

Thinking of Nie Budu, he stopped uncontrollably.

Three days ago, the weather was also like this, with the cool sun shining gently and deeply on the face.

He was sitting in the room reading a book when Mo Yuan hurried in.

"Ember, ember! Go and see the leader! He...he..." As he spoke, he couldn't help crying.

He frowned slightly, put down his book, got up and followed Mo Yuan to Nie Budu's room.

Nie Budu was lying on the bed dying, his bright red clothes had lost the arrogance and gaudyness of the past, and his long hair hung down beside the bed with a dry color.

He froze and strode over.

Seeing him coming, Nie Budu twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, showing a rare sincere smile, without any pretense, without forced pride, but he was very happy and couldn't help smiling.

Seeing him struggling to sit up, Ember reached out and held him down.

"You... can come, I'm very happy—" Nie Budu smiled and tilted his head slightly, but his aura did not weaken because of his weakness. To the end of his life, he was the superior leader of the Demon Cult.

Ember looked straight at him without saying a word.

"I'm going to die finally, I don't know how you feel right now." Nie Budu looked at him with a smile, and Ember saw himself with a stiff expression in his eyes.

"It's embarrassing for Chuhe. It took me all these years to find the poison that I can't resist."

Ember didn't know what expression to face.

Nie Budu seemed to be a little regretful: "I'm about to die, don't you want to say a few more words to me?"

"I..." Ember opened her mouth with difficulty.

Nie Budu stared at him, his eyes were full of reluctance, but in the end it only turned into a sigh and escaped from his throat.

"I agree to take over your Demon Cult."

Finally, Ember said.

This was supposed to be what Nie Budu wanted to hear the most, but now that Ember said it so solemnly, he actually felt it was a bit wasteful.Ember's solemn tone is a promise that will be fulfilled in a lifetime, it shouldn't be this sentence, it shouldn't be.

He really wanted to hear the sentence he wanted to hear most from Ember's mouth, but Ember would never say it, even against his will.

"Okay." He tried to raise his hand, but his body was limp and unable to use any strength, so he could only laugh at himself, "Are you happy?"

Ember only felt her fingertips tremble slightly.

From Nie Budu's perspective, of course he couldn't see it, he just felt that Ember was still indifferent.

Then he smiled lightly: "It's okay, it's okay, it should be like this."

Ember lowered her eyelashes.

"Look at me." Nie Budu's voice became softer, "Yu Jin, take another look at me."

"You said I'm not like him, not him, but I'm not necessarily lost, after all...you don't regard me as anyone."

He coughed lightly, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth: "The onset of this poison is really slow, but it also fulfilled my seat, allowing me to last until you come."

"When a person is about to die, just tell the truth. Ember... I don't want you to hate me... I don't want you to be happy when I die... I don't want you to forget me... I..." He stretched out his hand vigorously , grabbing Ember's sleeve, smiling slightly, but her tone became urgent, "Whether you... believe it or not... I... all my life... only... fell in love with... you... alone..."

Ember stood there in a daze.

Seeing Nie Budu lose his strength, the hand holding his sleeve gradually loosened, and he fell powerlessly on the bed.

Watching him quietly close his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, there are black blood splatters.

Ember slowly raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, but he didn't realize that the temperature of his hand was actually lower than that of Nie Budu's face.

——Believe it or not, I have only loved you in my life.

Those light words still seemed to linger in my ears, but the person who said those words had already left forever.Right in front of him, it seemed like he fell asleep, but Ember knew that he would never wake up again.

He looked at the blood on his sleeve, and the bewildered look he hadn't seen for a long time resurfaced on his face.

Up to now he still can't believe that Nie Budu is dead.

died?

Nie Budu is dead?Just die like that?

The person who ruined his family, forced him to lose the one he loved so much, and made him learn to be silent early, is he dead?

"Master—!"

Mo Yuan finally couldn't bear it and broke in, but it was too late.Looking at Nie Budu's peaceful face, his knees gave way, and he knelt by the bed crying heartbreakingly.

For Mo Yuan, Nie Budu is the master, the elder brother, the person he is willing to look up to and follow.

He was brought back to the Devil's Cult by him since he was a child, followed him, and grew up under his nose, as if he was taking care of him and protecting him, but once he encountered a strong opponent, Nie Budu would always be the first to stand in front. Let him have a chance to make a move.

In such a huge Demon Cult, this seemingly insidious and indifferent leader of the Demon Cult is his only warmth.

"Master—"

The cry was shrill and hoarse.

Ember stared blankly at the crying man, then at the man on the bed who had lost his breath. After a long silence, he finally said, "...I don't hate you anymore. I didn't feel any pain when you died. Happy."

The voice was low and hoarse, the words were clear and extremely heavy, but the person who wanted to hear the words the most could no longer hear them.

After that, he turned around and strode out the door.

Li Mei was standing at the door, and seeing him coming out, she was worried.

"He...really..."

Ember's face was difficult to distinguish between joy and sorrow, and when she passed by him, she whispered a word, which made Li Mei's heart ache unbearably.

What he's saying is, "Is it, I have to get used to it eventually?"

Is it true that one must get used to losing in one's life?

Li Mei wanted to say no, wanted to say you still have me, but he couldn't say it.

He can only watch from afar the life that Ember has experienced, it is a kind of loneliness that is completely different from his, destined to be alone.

Ember came all the way to the door of Qiao Chuhe's room, pushed the door open and entered.

Qiao Chuhe was standing by the window lost in thought.

"Big brother."

Ember spoke.

After a pause, he turned his head, with a very strange expression, as if he was extremely happy, but also seemed to be so sad that he almost collapsed.

"he died."

he said in a trembling voice.

"Yes." Ember clenched her hands into fists.

Qiao Chuhe smiled, his eyes flushed: "He is finally dead. Without him, how could our brothers have ended up like this?"

Ember was silent for a moment, then said: "...Yes."

"Yang'er, don't you hate him?"

Ember almost couldn't stand his pretending to be calm, but he still didn't say anything.

Qiao Chuhe raised the corners of his mouth with a crazy expression: "I'm so happy, Yang'er, big brother is really happy, it's been 13 years, and the one thing I want to do the most is to let him die! In order to find a chance to kill him, I pretended □Looking at him, stalking him, no matter what others say, I will persist in stalking him, living worse than a dog, I am just for this day, you know!"

Compassion flashed across Ember's eyes.

"Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything wrong!" Qiao Chuhe turned his head abruptly, his voice hoarse, "I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't do anything wrong! He killed our parents and tortured us for more than ten years! Don't you hate him?  … I hate him! How could I be what I am without him! How could I be what I am! He deserves it! I did nothing wrong! I did nothing wrong!"

He repeatedly emphasized that he was not wrong, but tears welled up in his eyes. After talking about it, he couldn't even stand up, and knelt on the ground unsteadily.

Ember looked at him silently, after a while, leaned slightly, and said softly, "You are right."

Qiao Chuhe covered his eyes and said hoarsely, "I'm not wrong..."

"you are right."

Ember squatted down and paused every word.

Another gust of wind blew by, and Li Mei straightened up after fastening her belt.

"All right."

Ember nodded slightly, walked to the lake not far away, and lowered her head.

The man reflected on the water was dressed in gorgeous black clothes, his white hair was tied up high, and there was no expression on his face.

Those eyes were still as calm and deep as a lake, but concealed a coldness and indifference that had never been seen before.

The author has something to say:

The second volume is finally finished, and the third volume will start tomorrow.

Ember has finally grown up, because all those who can protect him are gone, from now on he must become stronger, because he only has himself.

The long preparation for the growth of embers is finally over, and the mood is simple...

Thank you for your support, I am super happy!

Although the data is bleak, I think...maybe...it will be fine in the future...

Anyhow, I will continue to work hard.

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Finally, I would like to announce my Sayuri article again. The setting is teacher and student, angel teacher, and human girl student. Please ask for advance receipt!

Volume Three: The Wind Rises