Feng Qing

Qing Xuan was sad in his heart, when suddenly footsteps came from behind, although it was very soft, Qing Xuan still heard it.

"Who!"

Qing Xuan's nerves were tense, Qing Xuan thought that the person who came suddenly was the man in black who was staying here, and his profound strength surged towards the source of the sound behind him, with the momentum of a stormy sea.

But when he turned around, what he saw was a little girl about ten years old. Qing Xuan stopped the torrential profound strength abruptly. Also a little blurry.

The little girl was very frightened. Seeing Qing Xuan vomiting blood, she became even more frightened, but she still held back her tears.

The pink clothes on her body were already stained bright red by blood, and there was a painting in her arms, which was also slightly stained red.

Qing Xuan raised his head to confirm that the little girl was not injured, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But the moment the little girl saw Qing Xuan, she suppressed the tears for a long time, poured out, ran towards Qing Xuan, threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears.

Qing Xuan was already dizzy, but being rushed by the little girl so violently, she almost fell to the ground, and passed out just like that.

But his strong will does not allow him to lose consciousness at this time.

"Okay, don't cry, it's okay, it's okay, the bad guy has left."

Qing Xuan's vision became more and more blurred, and the little girl in his arms was still crying.

I don't know how long it took, until Qingxuan felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, the little girl in his arms finally raised his head and opened the painting in his arms.

Qing Xuan bit his tongue to keep himself awake, and stared intently at the painting unfolded by the little girl.

When he saw the person in the painting clearly, his eyes widened, filled with disbelief.

"You...how did you have this painting?" If he remembered correctly, this painting was drawn for him by his master two years ago, so how could it be in the hands of this little girl.

The little girl carefully put away the painting, looked up at Qing Xuan, and shouted, "Brother."

"You...what did you call me?"

"You are my elder brother. When my mother hid me, she said that she would take this painting and go to Luoxiaoshan to find my elder brother."

The little girl cried and said, raised her hand and grabbed Qing Xuan's sleeve, hugging the painting in her arms very preciously.

"There were many portraits of my brother at home, but they were all burned by those men in black, and only this painting remained."

"You, what's your name?" Me, I still have family members alive?

"Brother, my name is Qing Sixuan."

"Sixuan...Sixuan, hehe...Father, mother, is this the last gift you left me?"

"Brother, I'm afraid." Qing Sixuan cried while holding Qing Xuan tightly, telling her the fear in her heart.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, with my brother around, no one can bully you."

Qing Xuan hugged Qing Sixuan and patted her on the back lightly, giving her peace of mind.

"Sixuan, can you take care of your brother for a while?"

Just after Qing Xuan finished speaking, she passed out. Qing Sixuan felt a weight on her shoulders and panicked.

"Brother? Brother..." With a small body, Qing Sixuan moved Qing Xuan into the hall of Qing's house with great effort.

Now here, in this city, apart from Qing Xuan and Qing Sixuan, there is no living person, not even a living livestock.

Qing Xuan was in a coma for five whole days, and Qing Sixuan stayed there for five days, and stayed with Qing Xuan without a single drop of water.

When Qing Xuan woke up, it was already the sixth night.