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Wang Quan Wumu is a genius with superb swordsmanship, a calm temperament, and friendly relations with various families.
He could be considered the future of the royal family back then, and even lead the Dao Alliance to protect the peace of the entire human race.
How could a child who could bring immeasurable benefits to the family and the Dao Alliance become a victim of his father's sword?
Mu Qinghan watched Wang Quan Wumu's body collapse, and then looked at Fan Yunfei, who was weeping uncontrollably, and remained silent for a long time.
"boom--!"
A terrifying sword intent suddenly erupted, like a giant axe cleaving through chaos. The surrounding illusion shattered instantly, turning into countless streams of light that vanished.
Fan Yunfei lowered his eyes, looking at a strand of hair that had fallen from his shoulder.
The strands of hair swirled in the air before gently landing on the sand.
His expression remained calm as he looked at Mu Qinghan ahead.
The robes danced wildly in the sudden gust of wind, fluttering and rustling.
The moment the demonic power restriction was lifted, a dense surge of demonic power rose around Fan Yunfei, flowing behind him like a tide.
There lay countless corpses of sand demons lying haphazardly.
He stretched out his hand, and his demonic power transformed into a soft barrier, gently enveloping all the corpses with a tender movement.
Those were his people; even in death, they deserve peace.
Fan Yunfei looked somber and disappointed.
Even though he knew that the souls of these sand demons had long since vanished and there was no trace of their reincarnation, he was unwilling to let their remains be trampled on.
Not far away, Mu Qinghan gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles turning white.
He watched Fan Yunfei's figure slowly approaching, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"So... do you understand now?"
Fan Yunfei stopped in front of him, looking directly into his eyes with an extremely serious expression.
"The truth you see is just a legend written by the victors for themselves. Behind everything, there may be another side that you cannot imagine."
"Emotions are fickle, and human nature is complex; there are never black-and-white answers."
Mu Qinghan closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm her turbulent emotions.
Since the truth of Wang Quanjingxing's patricide has been buried by time under the "legend of the victor," it is up to him to personally tear off this false veil and reveal it to the public.
Evil people deserve only to be despised by the world, nailed to the pillar of shame, and judged by time and morality.
When she opened her eyes again, the shock in her eyes had faded somewhat, leaving only a trace of doubt.
"Then... what about these sand demons?"
Upon hearing this, Fan Yunfei closed his eyes slightly and did not answer directly, but instead changed the subject.
Do you know... dragons?
Mu Qinghan was stunned, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
Does he really not know what a dragon is?
"I've always been curious about what you're looking for after traveling all this way to the Western Regions."
Fan Yunfei's gaze fell on his hand that gripped his sword tightly, his tone resolute.
"Now... I think I understand."
"In this land of the Western Regions, the only thing that could make someone like you so concerned must be the power of the True Dragon."
"The power of a true dragon..."
Could it be... that's what the monkey asked him to find?
Fan Yunfei looked at Mu Qinghan, who was deep in thought, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up slightly, a complex warmth flashing in his eyes.
The young man's furrowed brows and pensive expression gradually overlapped with a figure from the depths of his memory.
It really looks like him, so much like him back then.
Moreover, he has truly shed his immaturity and grown into a strong person capable of standing on his own.
In this world today, there are probably few who can stop him.
Mu Qinghan looked up at Fan Yunfei, about to speak, when the young man in front of her made a soft "pop" sound, and the demonic power around him suddenly subsided, and in the blink of an eye he turned back into the appearance of a yellowish-brown dog with droopy ears.
Its fluffy tail swept across the ground unintentionally, giving it a somewhat adorable appearance.
The misunderstanding has been cleared up, and now looking at this mongrel dog again, I find it strangely quite endearing.
"Then... can you tell me where that dragon power is?"
The mongrel raised its head, its bright black eyes fixed on him. "Inside me."
The mongrel's tail swayed leisurely.
Mu Qinghan patiently pressed on, "Then how do I get it?"
You can't get it.
The dog spoke softly, even raising one hind leg to leisurely scratch the itch behind its ear, a carefree gesture.
Mu Qinghan's tone instantly turned cold: "Then why are you telling me this?"
"To make you give up." The mongrel tilted its head, its eyes revealing a hint of innocence.
Is this guy crazy?
Why do I always encounter all sorts of mentally ill people?
Mu Qinghan was too lazy to argue, so he gathered a wisp of magic power and instantly appeared at the cave entrance.
The wind and sand poured in through the cracks in the cave entrance, brushing against his clothes. He subconsciously glanced at the two sides of the cave walls.
The remains of those sand demons, still protected by gentle demonic power, are displayed quietly in the dim light, exuding a sense of desolation.
As my gaze slowly moved deeper into the cave, the small tombstone stood out prominently.
The rough, bluish-gray stone surface felt like a heavy stone pressing down on one's heart.
Mu Qinghan paused for a moment, hesitated for a second, but finally turned around and walked towards the tombstone again.
He stood before the monument, his posture upright, and then bowed slightly in respect.
This bow had nothing to do with emotion or dragon power; it was simply for... the past buried by time behind the monument.
After the ceremony, he did not linger. With a flicker, he disappeared completely outside the cave, leaving only the howling wind and sand at the cave entrance.
Inside the cave, Fan Yunfei gazed in the direction where Mu Qinghan had disappeared, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Once the figure had completely disappeared, it slowly strolled to the small monument, carefully curled up, and gently draped its fluffy tail to its side.
It closed its eyes, its breathing gradually became calm, and its demonic power subsided, merging with the sand and gravel in the cave.
The wind and sand swept over the stone tablet, making a soft rustling sound, but did not wake the sleeping dog.
It guarded this small tombstone, guarded a century of memories, and slowly drifted into sleep in the silent sand cave.
In the blur, a figure flashed by.
He gently squatted down in front of Fan Yunfei and slowly placed his palm on Fan Yunfei's head.
"Brother Fan..."
"Thank you…"
Chapter 130 The Fake Fox?
"You stinky ice cube, you left without even saying a word, humph!"
With a hint of reproach in her fingertips, Tu Shan Ya Ya gently tapped the top of the clay figure's head.
She puffed out her cheeks and poked at him repeatedly, her fair cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were full of disappointment.
It's not really Mu Qinghan's fault.
Mu Qinghan originally intended to wake her up to say goodbye, so he placed his hand on her waist and gently shook it, calling her softly, "Ya Ya".
But she was sleeping too soundly, and only mumbled something. Instead of waking up, she snuggled closer to him like a kitten seeking warmth, her cheek pressed against his slightly cool clothes, her breathing even.
Mu Qinghan looked down at the sleeping person in his arms, and his slightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.
He raised his hand and gently brushed away the stray strands of hair from her forehead. When his fingertips touched her warm skin, his movements became even gentler.
Never mind, it's better to let her get a good night's sleep.
Thinking this, he couldn't bear to disturb her sweet dream, so he placed a very light kiss on the top of her head and quietly left.
Light snow was falling outside the window, the fine snowflakes like crumpled icing sugar, slowly settling on the bare branches.
In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, the originally dark branches were covered with a thin layer of silver, and even the window frames were reflected with a clear white light.
Putting down the clay figurine in her hand, Tu Shan Ya Ya curled up again in the warm brocade quilt, her eyelashes trembling.
She first stretched – her slender waist arched gently upwards, and her soft breasts swayed twice with the movement, like two fluffy clouds.
She belatedly stopped, her cheeks flushing bright red, even the tips of her ears turning pink.
The images from last night kept flooding my mind.
When Mu Qinghan hugged her from behind, his fingertips were slightly cool.
At first, he held her waist respectfully, but then, for some reason, his hands gradually became restless, gently rubbing against her soft flesh. Even his breath became hot, and when it sprayed on her neck, it made her fingertips tremble.
She gave a soft hum and reached out to pinch her cheek, trying to suppress the burning sensation.
The storybook I found in the study a few days ago clearly stated that when a man develops feelings for a woman, he will become "unruly".
It turns out it was all true. Men really do turn bad at this point!
She couldn't help but raise her hand and gently rub the soft skin in front of her. When her fingertips touched the delicate skin, she felt it was so soft and the texture was surprisingly good.
No wonder Mu Qinghan was so fond of it last night, his fingertips always entwined with it and unwilling to let go.
But... she remembered the slightly heavy force she had used last night, and her cheeks flushed even more.
Next time I must make sure to tell him to be gentler; he's so rough, it hurts afterwards. (I didn't do it, I didn't do it!)