Chapter 358: It turns out that feeling sorry for someone is the beginning of falling in love with her

A raging fire engulfed the dilapidated temple.

In the distance, the sounds of civilians putting out fires and soldiers searching could be faintly heard through the burning sea of ​​fire.

Wen Xingluo looked at the young man kneeling beside him.

Pei Lin lowered his eyelids, making it impossible to see the expression in his eyes. The firelight danced on his face, and his skin was so white, like a handful of ice and snow that would never melt.

After a long moment, the young man raised his stubborn and paranoid eyes, "Wei Ning, I will not let you go. When the Wei Kingdom is destroyed, the ruler and his subjects die together. This has always been the case."

Wen Xingluo hugged his knees.

She wanted to say something, but because she inhaled too much smoke, she couldn't help coughing violently as soon as she pulled her lips.

She coughed so violently that her slender body almost curled up into a ball. Her once pretty and bright face was stained by the ashes, leaving only a pair of moist, scarlet, round almond-shaped eyes that were still clean and clear.

"Pei Lin..."

She covered her mouth and nose with difficulty.

Pei Lin looked at her.

He should hate her.

He hated her for ruining the plan he had been planning for many years and destroying the hope of restoring the Wei Dynasty.

But at this moment, as he looked at her, the most abrupt thought in his mind was—

She feels very uncomfortable.

She is suffering from the pain of being burned by flames. She will be buried in the sea of ​​fire and turned into ashes.

But she was such a reserved and pretty girl. She should live in the springtime and be loved by everyone, instead of dying in such an inexplicable place with a man like him who lived in the gutter.

He suddenly hoped that she could survive...

Pei Lin touched his chest in a daze.

His heart felt like it was being gnawed by something, and was filled with intense pain.

It's a very strange feeling.

He had never felt anything like this in seventeen years.

Back then, the ancestor of the Pei family fell in love with the royal family of the Great Wei, and he swore to protect the dynasty for generations to come, and his descendants would never betray them. However, the descendants of the Pei family, as if they had a predetermined fate, inevitably fell in love with the royal family of the Great Wei.

In his generation, he thought he would be an exception.

After all, he was just a eunuch, and he didn't feel anything strange when facing Wei Gaoyang.

However, he happened to meet Wei Ning...

The boy's slender fingers slowly stroked the girl's eyebrows.

He grew up in the imperial palace and witnessed all kinds of human warmth and coldness of the world since childhood. He prided himself on being well-versed in both ancient and modern knowledge, so he organized the remnants of the Wei Dynasty and taught them civil and military affairs, as well as geography.

In private, those who saw him would respectfully address him as "Master Pei". He thought that although he was young, he knew everything.

However, among the thousands of ancient books he read, there was not a single word that taught him what affection and love were.

It was not until his life was hanging by a thread that Pei Lin suddenly realized that feeling sorry for someone was the beginning of falling in love with her.

He fell in love with Wei Ning.

Such a dirty and despicable man actually fell in love with a woman.

Pei Lin suddenly laughed.

As I laughed, tears suddenly rolled down my cheeks.

He took off a bead from his neck and put it around Wen Xingluo's neck.

"Fire-proof beads." Pei Lin's voice was hoarse as he opened the shackles. "You can go now."

The sea-blue gem was crystal clear, illuminating Wen Xingluo's face.

She asked, "What about you?"

Pei Lin looked at her deeply but ignored her.

Wen Xingluo stood up and extended his hand towards him.

Pei Lin turned his head away, his face showing a look of both laughter and tears, and his voice was hoarse, "Get out of here before I regret it."

Wen Xingluo was silent for a moment, then turned and left.

After she left, Pei Lin stood up shakily.

He looked up.

As Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the moon becomes fuller.

But the collapsed Lamp Bodhisattva was so huge that it blocked out the sky and the sun. He could not see the bright moon tonight, nor could he see his homeland in the bright moon.

The flames burned and his eyes hurt.

He slowly reached up, as if yearning for some kind of redemption. "Pei Lin is incompetent. He failed to restore the country and rewrite the history books. He has failed our ancestors. Pei Lin, I am willing to sacrifice my life for my country."

Not far away.

Wen Xingluo ran for a distance and looked back subconsciously.

The boy stood alone under the colorful statue, surrounded by collapsed beams and burning fire.

He slowly lowered his head, and the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye was bright red.

The peacock blue wide-sleeved brocade robe was stained with sparks, and along with his messy black hair, it fluttered rapidly in the scorching wind, like a handful of ink-blue that instantly melted in a sea of ​​fire.

He drew out the dagger hidden in the white jade handle of his whisk.

The next moment, the dagger decisively cut his throat.

Beneath the altar, blood splattered everywhere.

The rising flames devoured the blood beads, burning even more vigorously as if they had life.

Wen Xingluo stared blankly at the scene of the young man committing suicide.

Countless sparks rushed upwards on the hot wind, as if the last lonely soul from the old dynasty was quietly dissipating between heaven and earth.

He clearly hated Pei Lin.

But at this moment, the girl couldn't express the complex emotions in her heart.

She closed her eyes, did not stop, and resolutely turned around and ran out of the fire.

The fire-proof bead around the girl's neck emitted a faint sea-blue light. It was the most precious treasure of the Wei Wu Clan. It drove out all the flames and smoke, and escorted the girl away from the center of the sea of ​​fire.

There is wind tonight, and half of Lin'an City is burning.

Although countless guards were sent to search for Wen Xingluo and Pei Lin's whereabouts, they found nothing.

Fushan came over covered in dust and dirt to report, "Master, there's no sign of the young lady in the south. Some people saw two people who looked like the young lady and Pei Lin heading north of the Bodhisattva of Light. There's a ruined temple to the north, right in the middle of the sea of ​​fire. If the young lady really went into the ruined temple, I'm afraid..."

The four words "more danger than safety" were stuck in his throat. Fushan looked at Xie Guanlan's face as cold as a pond and didn't dare to say it out loud.

Yeshui reported, "I have sent people to search over there, but the fire is so severe that our people cannot enter for the time being. The army has been mobilized to put out the fire, but it will take time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two saw Xie Guanlan suddenly jump onto the horse.

Fushan realized that something was wrong. "Master, the fire is dangerous, you can't——"

The silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a shooting star.

All the sounds faded away in Xie Guanlan's ears.

The Jade Lion of Zhaoye turned into a snow-white shadow and carried him straight to the north of Lin'an City.

The city was crowded with fleeing people.

Xie Guanlan walked against the flow of people.

From afar, one could see the Bodhisattva of Lights collapsed in a sea of ​​fire, like a miracle lying between heaven and earth. Half of his face was burned and distorted, but the other half remained kind and patient.

The Bodhisattva picked up a flower and pointed to the sky with a smile.

The horse neighed, and Xie Guanlan galloped into the sea of ​​fire against the scorching hot wind.

The sea of ​​fire is boundless.

Wen Xingluo ran for a long distance, but felt like he was trapped in a maze and could not tell the direction of escape.

She supported herself on her knees and gasped violently, looking around and saw a vast sea of ​​fire.

She guessed that she had probably run to the abdominal cavity of the Bodhisattva of Light. Countless wooden skeletons around her burned and collapsed one after another, like an ugly birdcage, completely trapping her in this small world.

"Xie Guanlan..."

The girl's voice was hoarse.

The hot wind blew up her wide-sleeved gauze skirt, and the girl knelt on the ground exhausted, her black hair swaying across her delicate pale face. She raised her slender neck, like a bluebird with its life hanging by a thread.