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Yu Wu Hen carried Li Xian'er on his back as he ran along the ridge of the roof. He already knew that there would be people attacking him, but he didn't need to leave in order to deal with them. He just didn't want to harm any more innocent people, so he chose to leave.

Li Xian`er's deep and deep sound of sleep echoed from her shoulders.

"We can't let this little brother suffer any more harm."

Yu Wuhen decided to rush to the next inn before he woke up. Once everything was settled, he would be able to leave without any worries. The situation now was a little critical, and it was dangerous for anyone to stay by his side for one more day.

"No, don't leave, don't abandon me, don't leave me alone!"

Hearing this sentence, Yu Wu Hen was slightly surprised in his heart. How could this little deity brother see through what he was thinking?

Yu Wu Hen turned to look at Li Xian'er. When he saw that she was still asleep, he realized that his words were just a figment of his imagination.

"Yeah, if we leave him here alone, will he be safe?" Yu Wuhen thought to himself, "I'm afraid those people already know that he is with me. If I were to be captured by those people in the dark, it would become a bargaining chip that threatens me."

"Brother Yu, you really …"

Another voice came in from his dreams, interrupting Yu Wuhen's train of thoughts. When he listened carefully, the last few words were spoken in a hushed tone, before they disappeared completely.

"What is little deity bro trying to say?"

Yu Wu Hen thought for a while, but felt that he was bored. He actually started to care about other people's words in his dreams. However, for some reason, the little deity brother's every word and action seemed to stir his heart.

At this moment, what Yu Wuhen did not expect was his every word and action, every action was also stirring up another woman's heart …

The night was exceptionally dark, but some people could find endless happiness in the darkness.

The melodious music came from the lake as a luxurious boat swam happily in the lake. The boat was decorated in an unusually resplendent manner and its entire body was hung with lanterns of all colors, like a bright lamp swimming in the night sky.

The melodious sound of a zither floated out from the ship along with a melodious melody, rippling through the night sky.

From time to time, a man's praise could be heard from the boat:

"Good!" Good! "Alright!"

The man happily clapped his hands as he praised.

As the last note stopped playing, Chiji stroked the strings of the zither, smiling as he gave a slight bow.

"Xiaoxiao, ever since that incident, it's rare to hear your voice again. Today, this song of yours seems to have brought me back to that night three years ago." The man said.

Chi Ji placed her lute to the side, pursed her lips into a smile and said, "That's right. If it weren't for you, Mister Lan, I, Luo Xiaoxiao, would have died long ago. How could I have enjoyed such a happy day today?"

"Yes, only by living can I enjoy the happy days."

Saying this, the man poured a cup of wine for Scarlet and then poured himself another full cup. He raised the wine cup and said, "'How high is the life of a song based on alcohol?'" "Come, let us drink the wine in this cup to commemorate the day when we met."

With a crisp sound, Luo Xiaoxiao finished the wine in her cup in one gulp.

"Ah, what a delicacy!" He looked at the wine jar and said, "I've tasted 'Nu Er Hong' before, but I don't know why, but the same wine taste is different, and today's wine taste is the purest."

Chi Ji covered her mouth and laughed as she said, "Mr. Lan is still as funny as ever. If you want to praise me, just say it."

"Hahaha …" The man laughed and pointed at her nose. "Xiaoxiao, I appreciate this point of yours. You're intelligent!"

With that, he poured himself another glass of wine and said to Chi Ji, "I, the Lanzi Saint, have never meddled with the affairs of the martial arts world, and I have never saved anyone. You are the first and last person I have ever saved."

"Oh? "Mr. Lan, according to what you've said, I, Luo Xiaoxiao, am very lucky. It is truly a great fortune to be able to obtain Mister's pity."

"Do you know why I saved you at that time?"

After hearing what he said, Chi Ji's thoughts returned to that unbearable day …

That's right, this Chi Ji is the Luo Xiaoxiao from back then.

That night three years ago, after being humiliated by Mo Feng, grief, anger and despair filled Luo Xiaoxiao's heart. She covered her face and cried as she ran out of Xuanyuan Hong Garden.

Although she was selling her skills in the Jianghu at the age of thirteen, suffering all sorts of ridicule and bullying, she was still able to bear with it and survive. This time, it was different, a suffering artist in the Jianghu had entrusted her body, hope, and happiness onto a man, but in the end, she discovered that everything was a lie weaved beforehand by the man she trusted the most.

She ran around barefoot. After running for an unknown amount of time, she arrived at a river. It was quiet and empty, and Luo Xiaoxiao was crying out loud. The cry was heart-wrenching and miserable, and anyone who heard it would be moved.

Slowly, the crying started to subside. Luo Xiaoxiao wiped her tears away and looked at the river quietly. The river flowed in a serene and quiet manner, as if it was opening its arms wide in welcome for her arrival.

"The world is so big that I, Luo Xiaoxiao, no longer have a place to live." She slowly walked towards the river.

"Eh? Why aren't you crying? Those cries just now were so pleasant to hear. It was such a pity to die just like that. "Cough, cough, cough …"

An ancient voice came from the dark forest behind him.

Luo Xiaoxiao was alarmed at first. She turned her head and saw that there seemed to be a shadow moving in the dense forest behind her.

If this had happened in the past, Luo Xiaoxiao would have run away in fright, but at this moment, she was abnormally calm. She turned around and smiled miserably at the black figure behind her, saying, "I didn't expect to hear such praises in the final moments of my life."

The person laughed mischievously. Leaning on his walking stick, he unsteadily walked towards her from the mottled tree shadows. Only after he walked closer did Luo Xiaoxiao realize that the person was an old man with white hair.

The old man was very thin, with a face full of scars and no eyebrows. His eyes were swollen, as if he had suffered from some serious illness.

"I was originally a master of a wealthy family, but I never thought that people would be sinister and be tricked by people I trust the most. I was sent to prison and tortured to death, my crippled leg was the disease I fell for at that time. At that time, I was in pain and despair. I wanted to die, but a belief kept supporting me, because only by living could I see the end of the people who were denouncing me. In order to save me from prison, my wife and children sold off their entire family fortune and set me free from that hellish place. In the end, my long-cherished wish was fulfilled, but my beloved wife and my son died one by one in an accident, and the current me is already in the last years of my life and is terminally ill. When I am about to leave this world, would it be possible for me to ask Luo Xiaoxiao, the greatest courtesan in Jiangnan, to sing a song for me?

Luo Xiaoxiao wiped the tears from her eyes and nodded. She began to sing to the silent river. The old man grew more and more enchanted as he asked her to sing one song after another. Luo Xiaoxiao was also patiently singing at the old man's request.

"Good!" Good! "Alright!"

The old man kept clapping his hands, his eyes shining with excitement.

"To be able to listen to Luo Xiaoxiao's song is not in vain. Do you have any unfulfilled desires?" If this old man can accomplish it, I can help you accomplish it. "

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at him gratefully and shook her head. She said, "I, Luo Xiaoxiao, am only doing this because of Mo Feng. However, I don't blame him for it.

"Hahahaha …" The old man laughed so heartily and confidently that it was as if he was a completely different person from the sickly old man he had just seen.