"Wheeze.
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Feng Gui was sweating profusely and panting like a cow.
Even though she was an expert in the Earth Martial Arts Realm, she was exhausted and almost collapsed after running to the top of the mountain with Ye Xiao on her back.
If it weren't for the fact that her sister risked her life to get this chance to escape, she would have fallen to the ground and had a good sleep.
"Who trespassed into the National Warrior's Mansion?"
A clear voice suddenly rang out after Feng Gui passed through the Disorienting Formation.
"Master, we're here. We're safe. Woo … Woo … Woo …"
Feng Gui was crying tears of joy, crying and laughing at the same time. As soon as her energy was released, she immediately collapsed to the ground. With tears still on her face, she tilted her head to one side and fell into a deep sleep. It was obvious how tired she was.
Ye Xiao looked at Feng Gui lovingly. Thinking that Feng Lai might have died at this moment, she felt a burst of pain in her heart, and two lines of tears slipped down her cheeks quietly.
If she hadn't been so vengeful and bold, how could she have caused Feng Lai to lose his life? For the first time in her life, she deeply regretted what she had done in the past.
"Who trespassed into the National Warrior's Mansion?"
There was a hint of anger in that clear voice. A young man with a murderous aura strode over with full vigilance.
"I … I'm Ye Xiao of the Holy-goddess Clan. I'm here to see Ye Qingxuan."
Ye Xiao bit her lips tightly, and her eyes were full of remorse.
"Ye Xiao? Ah, are you Qu Kang 'er? "
The young man frowned slightly, and then his eyes lit up and he said in surprise.
"Qu Kang 'er?"
Ye Xiao muttered his real name softly with a complicated look in his eyes.
It had been so many years that she had almost forgotten her real name. Unexpectedly, at the end of the road, she heard this familiar and strange name again from the mouth of a member of the National Warrior's Mansion.
The shame of Jingkang hasn't been cleared; when will the hatred of the officials be extinguished?
"Your father is a great hero who serves the country and the people. He named you Jing 'er and Kang' er to learn from Jing 'er's humiliation. People from Shenzhou will never be slaves of a subjugated country. Although he can't stay by our side, he always remembers us. However, he can't be so selfish. There are thousands of families like ours in Shenzhou that need his protection …"
When they were young, their mothers would explain the meaning of their names to them. The pride and gentleness on their faces were still vivid in their minds as if it was yesterday.
At that time, the sisters were proud to have such a great hero as their father. They proudly raised their little heads and imitated their mother's tone, lecturing their little friends in an old-fashioned manner, "If the skin doesn't exist, how can the hair attach to it? The rise and fall of the country is everyone's responsibility."
He was very cultured and had integrity, attracting the admiration and envy of his friends. The sisters also enjoyed it. Even though they had no impression of their father, they were still proud to have a great hero who saved the country and the people. They worshiped and respected him as their lifelong idol.
But since when did everything change? Admiration turned into hatred, pride turned into hatred, pride turned into resentment …
It should have started when they watched their mother being humiliated to death by those abominable Fusang devils. At that time, they were desperate and helpless. How they hoped that their father, whom they believed in, would come down from the sky like the scenes on TV, kill all those damn Fusang devils, and save their gentle and kind mother from the disaster.
Maybe the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Even when their mother told them silently before she died, she did not regret marrying their father, because he was a real hero, a great man.
But their mother's tragic death still made them resent the hero father they had never met. Thus, a thorn was buried in their hearts, a thorn that could not be removed.
She hated those inhumane Fusang devils, hated those people who hid at home and did not even dare to show their faces, hated the unfair world, hated the unfairness of the heavens, and hated the father who never appeared when they needed him the most.
Countless nights, she woke up with a start from the tragic scene before her mother's death. That scene followed her like a shadow, accompanying her throughout her childhood. The more unforgettable it was, the more heart-wrenching it made her hate it.
This kind of hatred was buried deep in the bottom of her heart, and as time passed, it slowly fermented, causing her personality to gradually become distorted. She became cold, selfish, cruel, and jealous.
Then, she accidentally met Feng Lai and Feng Gui, the pitiful sisters who relied on begging for a living. They were so similar to the helpless her and her older sister back then, and it touched the softest part of her heart. Even though the Fenglai sisters were not very talented, she still disregarded the objections of her master and insisted on adopting them.
More than 20 years of living together, more than 20 years of hard work, and watching the two little ones grow up little by little into the slender and elegant young ladies they were now, her heart was filled with a rare warmth.
They were not mother and son, but they were better than mother and son.
In the Fenglai sisters' hearts, she was their mother, and in her heart, they were also her daughters.
But now, her daughters had sacrificed themselves for her, their mother. How could Ye Xiao not be devastated?
"Qu Kang 'er, are you alright? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? "
The young man squatted down and asked nervously when he saw that Ye Xiao did not speak for a long time, and instead shed two streams of tears.
Only then did Ye Xiao return to her senses. Looking at the young man's sincere concern, a warm current suddenly flowed in her heart. She bit her pink lips and shook her head in embarrassment, "I'm fine."
It must be said that Ye Xiao was very beautiful, but one's appearance was born from one's heart. In the past, her heart was filled with hostility, and she would unconsciously give off an uncomfortable gloomy aura, making it difficult for people to have a good impression of her.
But at this moment, Feng Lai's "death" made her feel as if she had been enlightened. Under the great enlightenment, she had been cleansed of all evil thoughts, and her beautiful eyes were also clear and bright. There were still crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes, and her delicate look, which was like a pear blossom in the rain, instantly hit the young man's heart.
"That … I … I'll go and inform Ninth Martial Uncle."
The young man's heart was beating fast, and his face was flushed. His eyes flickered, and he avoided Ye Xiao's gaze. After saying that, he turned around and ran away at a loss.
Ye Xiao pursed her lips and smiled. She did not expect Pojun of the National Warrior's Mansion to be so shy. But when she thought of Feng Lai sacrificing himself to save her, she felt sad, and her eyes became dim.
Even though she was about to see her father, whom she had never met, she did not feel excited at all.
Qu Wuyou came very quickly. Last time when he went to the Holy-goddess Tribe to propose marriage for Ye Qingxuan, Ye Xiao had been avoiding him and did not let him see her, which made him feel very depressed.
At this moment, when he heard that Ye Xiao had taken the initiative to visit him, Qu Wuyou was so excited that his whole body was trembling. But when he saw Ye Xiao lying on the ground and looking at him quietly, his lips kept moving, and his eyes turned red. He wanted to call out to Kang 'er, but he could not say it.
For a moment, he was stunned, not knowing whether to approach her or not. He looked helpless, which made Tanlang and Pojun, who were following him, grin and secretly laugh.
"Sister, why are you here?"
The father and daughter looked at each other, and the scene fell into a strange silence. Fortunately, Ye Qingxuan heard the news and hurried over. He ran to Ye Xiao, picked her up, and asked in surprise.
"Sister … Wuwuwu …"
The sadness in Ye Xiao's heart could no longer be concealed at this moment. Like a child who had been wronged seeing her parent, she burst into tears.
"Don't cry, don't cry. It's all my fault. I've wronged you."
Ye Qingxuan had now betrayed the sect, and he was most worried about his sister. He was afraid that she would be implicated because of him.
Now when he saw his sister, who had always been strong, crying so sadly, he mistakenly thought that the sect was angry with her because of his betrayal. He was full of regret, and his eyes turned red immediately. He patted her back to comfort her.
"No … it's not because of you. I did something wrong and betrayed the sect, so the sect chased me. Feng Lai … Feng Lai … She covered my escape … Wuwuwu."
Ye Xiao said while choking with sobs.
She had already made up her mind to die. She came to the National Warrior's Mansion to find a home for Feng Lai and Feng Gui. Since she had done something wrong, she did not intend to hide it anymore and told the truth frankly. But when she thought of Feng Lai, who had died because of her, she could not help but feel sad and cried bitterly.
When Qu Wuyou saw his two daughters hugging each other and crying, he could not help crying, but he did not want to lose face in front of the younger generation, so he turned around and quietly wiped his tears.
Looking at Ye Xiao's painful look, Defeating Armies suddenly felt a faint pain in his heart as if it was pricked by a needle. He could not help but have the impulse to go forward and protect her. After taking a step forward, he felt that it was inappropriate, and his handsome face suddenly turned red. Fortunately, no one noticed him at this time, or he would have to find a crack in the ground to hide.
"Well, it's not a good place to talk outside. Let's go inside first."
Although Qi Sha had always had a bad impression of Ye Xiao, she was his master's daughter after all, and also his future sister-in-law. At this moment, when he saw her miserable look, he could not help but feel sympathetic and called out to her a little uneasily.
"Yes, yes, yes, let's go home first. We'll talk when we get home."
Qu Wuyou patted his forehead. He was so excited that he forgot to ask his little daughter to go home.
"Home?"
Ye Xiao murmured in a low voice, and a look of yearning flashed in her eyes.
She had originally planned to commit suicide after entrusting Fenggui to her sister. However, when she heard the word "home", which she hadn't heard for a long time, her heart trembled. It evoked a warm image that had been sealed in her heart for a long time.
In a dilapidated but clean room, she and her sister were lying in a warm quilt with only their little heads exposed. They listened with relish to their mother, who was rubbing the soles of her shoes under the dim oil lamp. Her face was blooming with amazing brilliance as she whispered about her father's heroic deeds.
Since her mother's death, she and her sister were brought into the Sacred Maiden Tribe by her master. Although the people in the tribe treated them well, the Sacred Maiden Tribe was, after all, only a sect and not a home. Every day, there was endless cultivation and endless competition. There was no family to speak of, so she could not find a real sense of belonging.
But at this moment, the word "home" from her father's mouth suddenly made her cold heart warm. It turned out that she also had a family.
"Yes, go home, Jing 'er, quickly take your sister home."
Qu Wuyou wiped his tears and grinned, showing a smile that was uglier than crying, but his tone was as heavy as Mount Tai.
Ye Xiao stared blankly at her white-haired father who was crying and laughing at the same time. Her nose was sour, and tears blurred her vision.
This was her father, the one who abandoned his small home for everyone, the one who was still remembered by her mother before she died. He knew that she was now being chased by the Sacred Maiden Tribe, but he still wanted to take her home without hesitation. The meaning of this was self-evident.
A father's love was like a mountain. This protective love made her heart, which had been hating for decades, suddenly soften.
The place where her father and sister were was her home. Even if she died, she had to go and see them. In this way, after she died, she could reunite with her mother in the underworld and tell her what a home with a father was like.
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