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

Chapter 49 Hope You Never Regret

"Duan Yiwei!"

"You are Duan Yiwei?!"

No one does not know Duan Yiwei, even if he has never met him in person, the name alone can make the listener shudder unconsciously.

This is a legendary person who can travel all over the Three Kingdoms with a white ice cavalry, even a bandit like Long Aotian showed a flustered expression.

"Let's talk about why Gu Nianchun gave you these things, maybe I can spare your life."

Facing Duan Yi's mild and even non-murderous smile, Long Aotian panicked.

He took a step back and aimed the firearm at Duan Yiwei's body, his hands were trembling nervously.

But he spat hard: "Bah! Why should I tell you this bastard!"

The other bandits in the village also drew their knives, and a few also set up firearms, aiming at the two men.

Seeing this posture, Ning Haitang leaned over and asked Duan Yiwei: "Why don't you control them?"

"It consumes too much and cannot be used all the time." Duan Yiwei explained: "Besides, you alone are enough."

Ning Haitang clasped his wrists, and there was a "clack" sound at the joints, "That's right, too."

"Do you want to stay alive?"

"Just hold your breath, that's fine."

Before Duan Yiwei finished speaking, the Yinyue Sword in Ning Haitang's hand had already attacked.

The sound of firearms firing exploded in his ears, but this time, he was no longer affected by foreign objects, and he easily chopped up all the bullets and avoided them.

After all, the scorching fire couldn't beat his cold sword, and the corpses on the ground gradually piled up like a mountain, and after a while, only Long Aotian was left standing alone.

Ning Haitang licked the corners of his mouth at him, and said with a contemptuous smile: "Don't you want a revenge? Put down the gun and I'll give you a chance."

As a result, Long Aotian raised a firearm to him, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

While Ning Haitang dodged one by one, the sword was sharp, and with a move forward, Long Aotian's right hand was cut off along with the firearm.

The screams were endless, Long Aotian clutched his bloody severed hand, fell to his knees with a "plop" and wailed: "Help...help..."

"If you don't want to die, answer the question just now honestly!" Ning Haitang pointed the tip of his sword at his throat, as if he was going to insert it in the next moment.

"I... I said I said... don't kill me!"

"Gu Nianchun, he..."

"Bang——" a loud noise interrupted Long Aotian's words.

Long Aotian's body suddenly exploded, directly blasted into countless pieces of meat, and razed the whole village to the ground in an instant.

Ning Haitang stood very close to him, almost one step away.

He didn't realize what happened at all, he just felt a loud sound rang in his ears, the heat wave hit his face, and his whole body was blown away by a powerful impact.

The fire broke out and burned everything in his sight to ashes.

His brain hurt like it was about to split open, and so did his body. He didn't know what happened, but felt a chill in his chest, and then hugged himself around the waist with both hands.

Later, he completely lost consciousness.

Ever since Ning Haitang went up the mountain alone, Yan Hui never let go of his heart.

He stood at the foot of the mountain and looked up until a small figure hobbled towards him.

This figure is very familiar, and from a distance, he thinks it looks like Ning Haitang.

When he ran close, weeping and wiping away his tears, he said, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Yan Hui understood that he was Ning Haitang's younger brother Ning Feilian.

So he ran up the mountain desperately.

Before he had time to lead the army, he trampled on the branches of the mountains and flew through the jungle at the fastest speed.

He had a premonition that something must have happened to Ning Haitang, otherwise Ning Feilian would not have cried, nor would he have told him to save his brother.

When they ran to the gate of the village, they found that there was no one in the village. Just as they were about to enter, they heard a huge explosion, and the lobby in the center of the village suddenly caught fire.

His heart tightened, but he saw Duan Yiwei holding Ning Haitang, and carried him out of the flames.

Ning Haitang was already in a coma, with blood all over her face and body, but Duan Yiwei seemed fine.

The clothes on Duan Yiwei's body were burned a little, and there were some dusty marks of scorched earth on his face. He saw Yan Hui standing outside the village at a glance, his tall and conspicuous figure.

"end……"

Yan Hui greeted him and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Duan Yi's low voice.

"Take him back." Duan Yiwei handed Ning Haitang in his arms to him, "Find a doctor...cough cough cough..."

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

Yan Hui took Ning Haitang from Duan Yiwei, looked at his abnormal state, and frowned, "What's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine." Duan Yiwei smiled at him calmly, with bloodshot eyes still hanging from the corner of his mouth, "You've been with me for so long, you should know that my injury will heal soon."

Anyone who has been on the battlefield with Duan Yiwei knows this.

But the explanation given by Duan Yiwei is - the body is born this way.

Yan Hui didn't doubt much, and he was also worried about Ning Haitang's physical condition. After all, Ning Haitang's body was covered with shocking blood, which made his heart ache.

"Take him back to Liyang, tell him when he wakes up, I will continue to stay and investigate the village."

After listening to Duan Yiwei's instructions, Yan Hui nodded and walked down the mountain holding Ning Haitang without looking back.

It was night soon, and although Black Dragon Mountain was not as far north as Liyang, it was a mountain after all, plus it was winter, when the temperature plummeted, heavy snow fell like goose feathers.

Duan Yiwei stood alone in the heavy snow. In the night, the fire behind him was gradually extinguished, leaving only charred corpses on the ground.

Black ashes mixed with white snow fell in the air one after another, falling into his vision, blurring everything.

In the body, there is a tearing pain, probably because... the internal organs are all broken.

It was shattered by the explosion just now.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

The hot blood fell to the ground. He barely supported his body just now. After Yan Hui completely disappeared, he couldn't support anymore. He clutched his chest and knelt down in the snow.

"How come..." He looked at the blood that he kept spitting out on the palm of his hand, and murmured: "It can't be healed..."

He thought that it was only because his internal energy was exhausted that he could not heal his internal injuries, but now, he still has no choice.

The severe pain made his body gradually chill, as cold as an ice cellar.

His vision became more and more blurred, until it was night, but he saw a paleness.

Everything around them disappeared, even the broken walls and charred corpses were completely gone.

Only endless snow is left.

In the pale, a person whose face could not be seen clearly walked towards him stepping on the white snow.

He still maintained the posture of kneeling on the ground, raised his head, and watched the figure approaching.

The figure stopped in front of him, then slowly squatted down, and said, "Duan Yiwei, you let me down so much."

It was his teacher, Wanxiang Nanchen's voice.

It sounded harsh, and it was heart-wrenching disappointment.

"It was you who voluntarily wanted to become Yun Nation's cold-blooded weapon, that's why I passed on my Vientiane Breath to you...but you fell in love."

Passionate...?

The expression on Duan Yiwei's face gradually froze, he withdrew all his tenderness, and in the cold wind and heavy snow, in this boundless vastness, he cooled into a piece of ice.

He denied it: "No, I didn't..."

"You don't? What is Ning Haitang to you?"

"It's just a plaything, a servant."

"If you really think so, the injury would have healed long ago." Wanxiang Nanchen continued: "Once this inner breath technique is emotional, not only is it useless, but it will also eat back your body. When I taught it to you, you were still young , I didn’t want to break your love soul, but just suppressed it.”

"Today, I will give you a choice. If you break it yourself, it will be completely broken, and there will be no more distracting thoughts in the future."

Duan Yiwei didn't reply any more. In his eyes, there was a chaotic whistling blizzard.

After a long time, he said slowly, "It's my fault..."

He was still young that year, and was brought back from the battlefield by his teacher at the age of nine. After seeing death, he wanted to become stronger and end the war.

Fortunately, the teacher said that you can pass on your inner breath to him, but the premise is that you must not be emotional.

A child doesn't know what love is, so he readily accepts it.

But all these years, he has never regretted this decision, because the world is so sloppy, and it is always fickle and ungrateful.

Otherwise, if my mother and concubine died in the cold palace, my father would not remain indifferent from the beginning to the end.

Duan Yiwei still remembered that when he was holding the body of his mother and concubine that year, it was also such a heavy snowfall, and he swore that he would pay for the blood of the Dongfang family.

But later he had an army and cultivated Vientiane, but he gave up revenge and suppressed this hatred deeply in his heart.

Since everyone in the world is merciless, then I should not be merciful to anyone.

The decision to kill, the body stained with blood, even if the bones piled up like a mountain, as long as Yunguo is safe, all of this is worth it.

He closed his eyes, thinking of all the past, thinking of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood he saw when he was nine years old, thinking of his mother's death in the cold palace at the age of 12, and remembering that because he wanted to protect Yunguo, he could only keep his hatred in his heart.

Everything he has done over the years, whether it is killing or forbearing, is to guard that land, so that everyone will no longer experience the bloody battle 20 years ago.

And the large amount of gunpowder and firearms in Heilongshan indicates that disaster and war are coming again.

He couldn't let all of this fall short on Ning Haitang.

Absolutely not.

Therefore, the moment he suddenly opened his eyes, the blizzard in his eyes suddenly stopped.

Wanxiang Nanchen's figure has completely disappeared, and the surrounding paleness has also returned to Wan Lai Changye.

But in the heavy snow came waves of misty voices like smoke, which were not clear, but pierced into his mind.

"Remember what you said today."

"Ning Haitang is just a plaything to you."

"This is the path you chose, I hope you..."

"Never, never regret it."?