After the fall of the country, I was taken away by the enemy king

Chapter 81 I Choose, Forget Him Completely

Duan Yiwei was speechless, his heart was completely pierced, leaving only helpless sobs.

A lot of blood gushed out of his mouth, but he knew that he couldn't fall down at this time no matter what.

Because Gu Nianchun, who was behind Ning Haitang, had already set up his firearm and aimed at Ning Haitang's body.

He was determined not to let Ning Haitang suffer any more harm.

The moment Gu Nianchun opened fire, he used all his strength to block Ning Haitang behind him.

"Bang——" the sharp and small lead bullet hit his shoulder blade, he gritted his teeth to endure the severe pain, and he still couldn't hold on.

Gu Nianchun knew that his skill was not as good as Ning Haitang's, so he didn't get discouraged when he missed a shot.

He fired many more rounds in succession.

After Duan Yiwei's body was shot, he finally reached his limit.

At the last moment of his collapse, he used the Breath of Vientiane.

When the bullets were closest to the two of them, they suddenly came to a standstill, and then turned around in unison, shooting back towards Gu Nianchun's position quickly.

Gu Nianchun was about to laugh, but the moment he saw these bullets, he couldn't laugh anymore.

He didn't expect that Duan Yiwei could use the Breath of Vientiane again.

It stands to reason that at this moment he is already at the end of his strength, and his internal energy is chaotic, and using it again will only make things worse.

But before he had time to think about it, his head was pierced by a lead bullet.

With the sound of Gu Nianchun falling to the ground, the fire and molten iron that spread from the South Forest area behind him roared together.

The surrounding residents were still not spared. They ran around the street crying and shouting. Some people died in the stampede of fleeing people before they died in the sudden disaster.

Ning Haitang looked at the scene in front of her, and her heart felt like a knife.

Looking at the dying Duan Yiwei again, he found that the wound on his chest had healed, and his fallen body straightened up again.

"Duan Yiwei..." Duan Yiwei interrupted him as soon as he spoke.

"Yes, I lied to you again." Duan Yi smiled at him slightly, still the same way he was playing with him at the beginning.

The same confidence, the same arrogance.

"I've been lying to you since I saw you again." Duan Yiwei repeated with a smile, and let go of his body.

"The things I said in the dungeon were of course just for you, and the gentleness I pretended to treat you these days, don't you think it's the same as before? I really can't understand why you can be me every time Lied to, every time is so stupid that it makes people pitiful?"

Ning Haitang did not expect Duan Yiwei to admit it himself.

Ning Haitang was already insane when she knew he was lying to her, but now that she heard his confession, there was no turmoil in her heart anymore.

He asked: "So your Vientiane Breath hasn't backfired at all, and your love soul hasn't been reshaped. You're still a heartless person, right?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Duan Yi slightly pointed to his heart: "Otherwise, why would it heal?"

"Duan Yiwei!!!" Ning Haitang suddenly yelled at him, "Look at this disaster, is this what you want!"

"This is the country of Yu, what does it have to do with me? It just happened that Yuzhou city was destroyed, and I led my white ice cavalry to step in without any effort, isn't it a good thing?"

"Then you lie to me again and again, don't you really never consider my feelings, consider me...why are you willing to be deceived by you?"

Duan Yi remained silent.

He looked at Ning Haitang's desperate face, his heart ached so much, he wanted to go up to hug him and make him happy, but he couldn't.

Ning Haitang did not give up and continued to ask the question he least wanted to ask: "Are you really..."

"Did you really never love me...?"

He really wanted to get a negative answer from Duan Yiwei's mouth, although he knew that it was impossible.

And just after he finished asking, the disaster had quickly approached the two of them.

Seeing that the fire was already burning, Duan Yiwei suddenly put his arms around Ning Haitang's body and said, "The biggest mistake in your life is that you fell in love with the wrong person."

After finishing speaking, he put Ning Haitang on the horse's back.

Ning Haitang found that he couldn't move his body, it was Duan Yiwei who controlled him.

When parting, Duan Yi moved closer to his forehead and stopped in front of his lips, then hesitated for a moment, moved up, and pressed a kiss between his foreheads.

"From now on, just forget about me..."

As soon as the words fell, he was slapped slightly by Duan Yi, and he lost consciousness.

The mountain torrent was about to come, but Duan Yiwei was fearless.

Anyway, the horse had already carried his beloved out of town.

The severe pain in his body now has far surpassed any pain before, and he is being crazily backlashed by his inner breath.

The reason why the chest injury healed was because he forcibly endured the backlash and healed the injury, but once Ning Haitang left, he couldn't hold back anymore.

The seven orifices bleed, and the vomiting of blood does not stop.

In the deepest part of the fire, a figure galloped towards him on horseback, it was Yan Hui.

Yan Hui's whole body was stained with burnt soot, and his face was also a black mess. It wasn't that he had a broken arm, Duan Yiwei almost didn't recognize him.

Seeing Yan Hui approaching, Duan Yiwei couldn't support his body anymore and fell off the horse.

Yan Hui also dismounted, grabbed the dying Duan Yiwei and questioned: "It's all because of you!"

Duan Yiwei didn't explain anything, but tremblingly handed the things in his arms to Yan Hui,

"If you want to save them... just... take this..."

"Bai Bingqi's military seal..."

"And... Tinglou... soon..."

Before he finished speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and behind him, his hundreds of thousands of white ice riders had already arrived.

As the army was approaching, Duan Yiwei exhausted his last ounce of strength to control the residents who were running around and trampled around. Then, his whole body began to become bloody from the inside to the outside.

The skin was corroded, the hands and feet were twisted and deformed, and even the last blood that flowed out turned into pure black.

Duan Yiwei finally shed two bloody tears from his face, not crying from pain, nor from seven orifices, but that he really shed tears, but it was polluted black by the blood in his eyes.

He remembered that Ning Haitang once said that he would cry himself.

At that time, he felt that no matter how abused he was, it was impossible for him to cry.

But at this moment, he was still crying, and murmured hoarsely: "My little cat, I love you..."

But he knew that that person would never know.

Not long after, his whole body turned into a pool of blood, and even his bones were completely corroded by his inner breath, leaving nothing behind.

Yan Hui looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and watched Duan Yiwei die in front of him in such a miserable state.

But he didn't have time to care about these things. The surrounding residents calmed down under Duan Yiwei's control. He took the military seal and commanded the Baibingqi who had just heard the news to stop the disaster.

He was alone just now, and he was beyond his power.

Now tens of thousands of white ice riders joined the rescue, and the fire finally became much smaller.

Soldiers from the imperial palace in Yuzhou City also came to rescue, and with their efforts, finally there were no more casualties, and the fire was completely extinguished.

The explosion killed tens of thousands of ordinary people.

Facts have proved that what Duan Yiwei said is correct, too advanced weapons and things are disasters before the world can bear them.

But in the end, these things were completely destroyed.

Although in the process, too many people died.

After the fire was extinguished, Tinglou kept pulling Yan Hui and asked, "Where is the prince? Why didn't I see him?"

Yan Hui looked at the puddle of blood that Duan Yiwei had turned into on the ground, and couldn't bear to tell him that Duan Yiwei was dead, not even a body left behind.

He pretended not to hear and ignored Tinglou, and turned his face away from other directions.

In the line of sight, suddenly appeared a man with white hair reaching the ground, like a fairy.

The man slowly approached Gu Nianchun who was dying on the ground, squatted down, hugged him in his arms without saying a word, and then stood up again.

His face was cold and expressionless.

The whole person is out of tune with this world, leaving in an illusory way, as if he has never been here, and it is so real.

But Yan Hui just looked at it and stopped thinking about it.

He still missed another person in his heart, Ning Haitang.

It seems to have a floral fragrance, the floral fragrance of crabapple flowers.

Ning Haitang remembered the last time when he encountered an explosion in Heilong Mountain, he woke up and smelled the fragrance of crabapple flowers.

Then he opened his eyes and returned to Liyang City, where all the begonias outside Liyang City were in bloom.

But this time, when he opened his eyes, he had indeed returned to Liyang City, but there was not a single flower on the branches of those bare crabapple trees.

Probably hallucinations.

"Brother, you're awake."

It was still Fei Lian's voice that came into mind first.

Then he turned his head, and Yan Hui was still sitting behind him, riding the same horse with him.

Ning Feilian was still on the other horse next to him, grabbing Tinglou's clothes to prevent himself from falling.

Nothing has changed, the only thing that has changed, except for the unopened crabapple flower, is that he has no intention of looking around for that dark figure at all.

He has completely given up on that person.

Leaning in Yan Hui's arms, Ning Haitang listened to his heartbeat, and suddenly there was a twitch in his heart.

It was as if his own heartbeat could resonate with him.

Seeing that he woke up, Yan Hui asked softly, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Ning Haitang shook her head, nestled in his arms, and closed her eyes again.

"I want to sleep a little longer."

"Okay... you go to sleep, I will protect you."

"Ah."

The moment he closed his eyes, he even forgot why he was looking forward to smelling the fragrance of crabapple flowers just now.

Is it because someone said to plant it for themselves?

someone?

Who?

Memories come to an abrupt end.

Probably Ning Haitang will never remember it, and will never remember the name Duan Yiwei again.

Because during his coma period, Wanxiang Nanchen once sneaked into his consciousness and asked him: "Do you still want to remember that person?"

Ning Haitang only felt that the surroundings were pitch black, and he kept his eyes open helplessly, unable to see anything.

But he was extremely firm and said, "I don't want to."

"This is your choice, I can help you, because this is also the last wish he entrusted to me with the breath of Vientiane before his death."

"After making this decision, not only will you forget him, but you will also forget the choice you made."

"Do you need to reconsider?"

Ning Haitang laughed silently, it was still the same answer.

"I choose to forget him completely."

"be finished"