Chapter 1015: His memory

Until the sound of footsteps behind him faded away, Baili Wenxiu could no longer stand.
He suddenly half-kneeled, holding the sword in his hand and thrusting it on the ground, relying on the sword to be able to survive.
But at this moment, his body was already a thousand holes, with scary scars all over him, and the blood directly soaked his clothes, but he did not expose his scars.
Under his bleak back, there was a weakened breath that was already insufficient.
The man in black is even more powerful than he thought, plus the large number of people, and because he betrayed the main system, He Bi was taken away from a powerful force.
But even so, Baili Wenxiu still guarded the people he wanted to protect.
At the corner of his mouth, he tried to conjure a smile, even if the smile contained bitterness and loss, he swallowed it alone.
Baili Wenxiu suddenly felt that the wound on his body didn't seem to hurt anymore. It turned out that the pain of the wound was covered by the pain in his heart.
He was ready to give up, but when Han Fei really left, Bailiwenxiu realized afterwards, what kind of pain he would bring about the decision he made, and the pain was even painful.
The breath slowly weakened.
Even breathing air has become a luxury.
Baili Wenxiu wanted to see where Han Fei was leaving, but he couldn't do such a simple movement. His hand holding the hilt no longer had any strength. After suddenly letting go, he fell down. It hit the ground and hit it heavily, raising dust.
"Ahem..."
He coughed twice in pain, but spit out a big mouthful of blood, blood mixed with blood foam, broken internal organs, his life was passing by little by little.
In fact, just now, when the last man in black was killed, he could no longer stand, but he did not fall down. He heard the sound of pushing the door in his ear, so he stopped and exhausted. With the last trace of strength.
He didn't want the person he once loved to see his embarrassed side at the moment.
He didn't want to be remembered by Han Fei like this.
He just wanted to keep the self in the picture of her memory as always.
After all... this was the last thought he had.
Baili Wenxiu's eyes gradually began to blur, and everything he saw in front of him gradually lost focus.
The breath gradually weakened.
He spit out another big mouthful of blood, and his lips trembled, as if saying something silently, listen carefully...
"Han Fei..."
"Sorry……"
Baili Wenxiu's eyes gradually became dark.
He seemed to have a dream, as if he had gone back to the past, a thousand years ago.
There was a faint sound of Guzheng in my ears.
Under the peach blossom tree, that is his favorite place. He was not born as a guardian.
His name is Yunzhu, and he is the owner of Yunzhuang, and Yunzhuang is the number one village in the world.
And he is the world-famous Young Master Yun.
A white shirt, a song tune, a gentle temperament, and a mouth that always smiles.
Master Yun Zhuyun's outstanding demeanor has fascinated thousands of young girls.
But at that time, Yun Zhu had never cared about anyone, except for the things in Yunzhuang, he was indifferent to everyone, but his indifference was only hidden in his eyes, but on the face, he It seems that he has always treated people in an amicable manner.
There is no one in Yunzhuang who does not admire the owner from the bottom of his heart. It seems that the word "Gongzi" was specially created for Yunzhu.
The people on Mo are like jade, and the son is unparalleled.
Young Master Yun Zhuyun is the best name.
It is rumored that Young Master Yun is strong in martial arts, but he is not happy to use martial arts. He is more obsessed with Fuqin than starting martial arts.
However, that day, when he was resting under the tree, he heard the noise and opened his eyes. What he met was the bright smiling face.
What a smile is that...
He can't remember how to describe it, probably the best words in the world are not as warm as this smile.
He lost his senses for a moment, and suddenly felt that even the most brilliant flowers that bloomed were not as amazing as the smile in front of him.
"Hello, I heard your piano. I listened to it for a long time. I'm sorry to come here because I waited for a long time. It seems that you don't plan to play the piano now, so I can't help but come out and interrupt."
Young Master Yun Zhuyun, who had always been calm and self-sufficient, had a surprise for the first time.
"Huh? Can't you hear me? Oops, I'm sorry, I don't know what you lack."
After a while, he found his voice, and he heard himself speak.
"What do you want to hear."
That day, they met for the first time.
He has always been accustomed to the random sound of the piano, and for the first time he took the initiative to play for a person.
That day, he was playing while she was lying quietly on the trunk, listening with her eyes closed.
When he stopped, the people on the tree had quietly disappeared.
Yun Zhu didn't take it to heart, only that it was just a beautiful passerby.
But since that day, this person who he regarded as a beautiful passerby has become a frequent visitor. It does not come every day, but appears quietly at a certain moment. It is not as disturbing as the first time. It is just quiet. Appeared quietly for a while, still sitting in the original position, listening to the song quietly.
Sometimes, he would have an illusion, as if he was a little boy playing the piano in the building, and she was a guest who came to listen to the music. Thinking of this, he always couldn't help but laugh, and compared the owner of Yunzhuang to Xiaohao, probably only he himself would think so.
But it was strange. He didn't resist or hate it. He really regarded himself as a piano player, and only a piano player. He didn't have other identities and didn't need to maintain the appearance of a son.
This feeling is very strange.
He didn't know her name, and never told his own name. They were strangers who didn't know each other at all, but he was willing to play the piano himself without much communication.
Even, he began to come to this place habitually every day and didn't do anything. He just sat quietly. Sometimes when she came, he would play the piano, and if she didn't come, he would be in a daze.
Until later, she stopped appearing for a long time.
He thought that this person had become a passer-by after all, and disappeared. Yun Zhu was still a little sad, but he didn't take it too seriously. He just regretted that this peace was no longer there.
Time passed for a long time, Yunzhuang's affairs gradually became busy, and troubled times began. In the world of melee, Yunzhuang became one of the top forces, and countless people came to take refuge.
Even if he does not have any desire to pursue fame and fortune, in troubled times, the strong are always easy targets for the weak to seek refuge, and the reputation of Yunzhuang is getting more and more shining. The personal prestige of the owner, Yunzhuang, is also the same. More people praised it, and this Yunzhuang had no wife of the owner, which made more people look at it.