Chapter 1015 His Memory

After the footsteps behind him gradually faded away, Baili Wenxiu could no longer stand.

He suddenly knelt down half-kneeling, holding the sword in his hand and inserting it into the ground. He relied on the sword to keep from falling.

At this moment, his body was already riddled with holes, with hideous scars all over it, and the blood soaked his clothes directly, but he did not expose his scars.

Under his desolate back, he was weak and exhausted.

The man in black was more powerful than he thought, and there were so many of them, and because he betrayed He Bi, the general system, his powerful power was taken away.

But even so, Baili Wenxiu still protected the person he wanted to protect.

At the corner of his mouth, he tried hard to bring up a smile. Even if this smile contained bitterness and loss, he swallowed it alone.

Baili Wenxiu suddenly felt that the wound on his body seemed to no longer hurt. It turned out that it was just the pain in his heart that covered up the pain of the wound.

He was ready to give up, but when Han Fei really left, Baili Wenxiu realized belatedly how much pain his decision would bring, and that kind of pain was so painful that he even wanted to live.

The breath slowly weakened.

Even breathing air has become a luxury.

Baili Wenxiu wanted to look in the direction Han Fei was leaving, but he couldn't do such a simple action. His hand holding the sword hilt no longer had any strength. After suddenly letting go, he fell to the ground. It hit the ground hard and raised dust.

"Ahem..."

He coughed twice in pain, then vomited out a large mouthful of blood. The blood was mixed with blood foam and broken internal organs. His life was passing by little by little.

In fact, when he just killed the last man in black, he could no longer stand, but he did not fall. He heard the sound of pushing the door in his ears, so he stood still and used all his strength. With the last bit of strength.

He didn't want the people he once loved to see him in such a miserable state at the moment.

He didn't want Han Fei to remember him like this.

He just wanted to think that he was still the same as before in her memory.

After all...this was his last thought.

Baili Wenxiu's eyes gradually began to blur, and the things he saw in front of him gradually lost focus.

Breathing gradually became weaker.

He spit out another mouthful of blood, his bloody lips trembling, as if he was saying something silently, listen carefully...

"Han Fei..."

"sorry……"

Baili Wenxiu's eyes gradually became dark.

He seemed to have had a dream, as if he had gone back in time, thousands of years ago.

There is still a faint sound of guzheng in my ears.

Under the peach blossom tree, that was his favorite place. He was not born to be a guardian.

His name is Yunzhu, and he is the owner of Yunzhuang, and Yunzhuang is the best village in the world.

And he is the world-famous Mr. Yun.

A white shirt, a song, a gentle and jade-like temperament, and a mouth that always smiles.

Young Master Yun Zhuyun's outstanding charm has fascinated countless young girls.

But at that time, Yun Zhu had never cared about anyone. Except for things in Yunzhuang, he was indifferent to everyone, but his indifference was only hidden in his eyes, but on the surface, he It seems that he has always been friendly and calm.

There is no one in Yunzhuang who does not admire the owner of the village from the bottom of his heart. It seems that the word "Master" was specially created for Yunzhu.

The people in Mo Shang are like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.

Mr. Yun Zhuyun is the best title.

Rumor has it that Mr. Yun is highly skilled in martial arts, but he doesn't like to use force. He is more interested in playing the piano than using force.

However, that day, when he was resting under a tree, he heard a noise, opened his eyes, and saw that smiling face with a bright smile.

What a smile that is...

He couldn't remember how to describe it. Most of the most beautiful words in the world were not as warm as this smile.

He was lost for a moment, and suddenly felt that even the brightest flowers were not as stunning as the smile in front of him.

"Hello, I heard your piano playing for a long time. I'm sorry for coming uninvited. Because I've been waiting for a long time and it seems that you have no intention of playing the piano now, so I couldn't help but come out and disturb you."

Young Master Yun Zhuyun, who had always been calm and self-possessed, was lost in thought for the first time.

"Huh? Can't you hear me? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were deficient."

After a while, he found his voice and heard himself say.

"What do you want to hear."

That day, they met for the first time.

The sound of the piano, which he had always been accustomed to casually, took the initiative to play for someone for the first time.

That day, he was playing while she lay quietly on the tree trunk, listening with her eyes closed.

When he stopped, the person in the tree had quietly disappeared.

Yun Zhu didn't take it to heart and just thought it was just a beautiful passerby.

But since that day, this person whom he regarded as a wonderful passer-by has become a frequent visitor. He does not come every day, but appears quietly at a certain moment. It is not as disturbing as the first time, but quietly. Jing appeared for a while, still sitting in the original position, listening to the music quietly.

Sometimes, he would have the illusion that he was the waiter playing the piano in the building, and she was the guest who came to listen to the music. Thinking of this, he always couldn't help laughing, comparing the owner of Yunzhuang to The waiter, probably only he thinks this way.

But strangely, he didn't have any resistance or disgust. He really regarded himself as a piano player, and he was just a piano player. He had no other identity and no need to maintain the appearance of a young master.

This feeling is very strange.

He didn't know her name, and he never told her his. They were just complete strangers, but he was willing to play the piano himself without much communication.

In fact, he began to come to this place every day as a habit, not doing anything but sitting quietly. Sometimes when she came, he would play the piano. When she didn't come, he would just wander in a daze.

Until later, she stopped appearing for a long time.

He thought that this person had become a passerby after all and disappeared. Yun Zhu was still a little sad, but he didn't take it too seriously. He just regretted that this tranquility was no longer there.

A long time passed, and the affairs of Yunzhuang gradually became busy. The troubled times began. In the chaotic world, Yunzhuang became one of the top forces, and countless people came to seek refuge.

Even though he has no intention of pursuing fame and fortune, in troubled times, the strong are always easy to become the targets of the weak to seek refuge, and the reputation of Yunzhuang is becoming more and more glorious, and the personal reputation of the owner of the village, Mr. Yun, is also so popular. More people praised it, and since there was no wife in Yunzhuang yet, even more people were looking at it with eager eyes.