Bai Yueguang has too many scenes, so please avoid her if you don't like her.
The journey to see people was not smooth and was particularly long. After the aircraft broke through the howling wind and snow, it slowed down at the edge of the cliff and landed slowly. It was pure white here, rarely visited by people, and it was difficult to find traces of other living beings.
At the bottom of the cliff was a dark, deep blue rift abyss with extremely low visibility. It was difficult to see the bottom from the angle where Wen Yuxiao and his group were standing.
As they arrived, a faint blue light lit up on the cliff wall. Looking closely, they saw that it was crystal clear ice flowers emitting a faint light.
The people on the aircraft started to have an awkward conversation. Fortunately, Wen Yuxiao only needed to smile and act as a mascot, watching them talk back and forth, with hidden meanings in their words and no one around to find Beidi's verbal battles. At the same time, he was also learning the words and techniques of the rich businessman in talking to others.
After all, when she is in power in the future, she will have to face these people herself.
Seen from above, the actively diving aircraft looked like it had fallen into the mouth of an unknown giant beast. The warm yellow searchlight beam pierced through the darkness and landed on the roof of the lonely little house at the bottom.
This house, which currently looks as small as an ant, is also made of ice. It is difficult to see clearly from the current distance. Only when the aircraft lands next to it and gets closer can we see that there seems to be a high, raised monument buried in the snow in front of the door.
The silver-haired king insect protected the queen and gave a wink to his subordinates. The two young-looking Zerg understood, put on their exoskeleton armor, opened the door of the aircraft, and went down first to assess whether the surrounding area was safe.
Wen Yuxiao clumsily put on her warm gear. The king insect beside her could withstand both extreme cold and scorching flames, and was still wearing a slim and neat uniform, which was in stark contrast to her chubby white dumpling.
The two Zergs came back quickly, reporting loudly that the surrounding environment was safe, but they still did not take off their exoskeleton armor. Even the Zergs in a row behind them put on their equipment and held guns in their hands.
Before stepping off the aircraft, the silver-haired young man, with a cold expression, keenly noticed the strange bulge made of ice and snow. With a wave of his hand, he released a flexible and pliable snow-white silk thread. With a flash of cold light, it accurately penetrated the center of the snow pile, tied up the object emitting a freezing temperature, and pulled it hard -
The towering snowdrifts suddenly collapsed, and half of the broken sword, as transparent as crystal, was dragged out. Because of the excessive force, it was thrown high in the air and fell heavily on the metal floor with a clang, lying in front of them like a piece of tatters.
Everyone's eyes fell on it, and they saw a deep and conspicuous word "Xiao" on the dull sword.
A single word can reveal one's true feelings.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Wen Yuxiao could see everything clearly from behind the silver-haired young man. She pursed her lips, pushed away the king insect blocking her way, bent down and reached out to pick up the fragments, as if she was gently picking up a piece of the past.
A strand of jet-black hair hanging down from her temples covered half of her face and also hid her expression. For a moment, it was unclear whether she was sad or indifferent.
The broken sword was extremely cold, sending waves of chill in her warm and burning palm, like a piece of ice helplessly thrown into a raging flame, it could only shed a long string of tears and evaporate silently.
With such a big commotion, the people in the house naturally noticed it. A man with snow-white hair pushed the door open and walked out. His light-colored eyes were calm and lifeless, covered with an indispellable haze. Time had carved a few haggard fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
He groped for the door frame, his cheeks were so thin that they were almost sunken, he was skinny and poorly dressed.
The unrivaled elegance that once swung his sword and stirred up the wind and snow is gone, and all that is left is a frail, sightless man, filled with sadness.
But his expression remained calm, and there was no trace of resentment or dissatisfaction on his once handsome face.
As if sensing something, he tilted his head, looking in an unknown direction, unable to find the right direction. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was only a cracked hoarse sound: "Please put down my sword."
When they met suddenly, Wen Yuxiao didn't know what to say. She looked at him blankly. Should she greet him as if nothing had happened and say, "You didn't expect I have a resurrection armor?"; or should she rush up to him, slap him in the face, kick him to the ground, and say viciously, "I've crawled back from hell for revenge."
The snow here fell from the sky in large quantities, forming a soft quicksand on the ground. Before she walked down, she couldn't tell that it was as high as her knees. She was still reminiscing about the past and sighing that life is so impermanent.
As she was thinking, she stepped on it without any preparation and almost couldn't pull it out. She sank into it and lost her balance, almost falling into the snow. Fortunately, the Zerg behind her used a machine to open a path for people to pass, until the path in front of the house freed her.
They came with great force, but the man remained silent and stood at the door without retreating, listening to the footsteps. His unfocused eyes finally turned in the direction of the approaching people.
Wen Yuxiao stood in front of the other person at a distance, stretched out his hand and handed him the sword. Looking at his lifeless face, he used all his strength even when he raised his hand, as if he was risking his life to hold on to the half-broken sword.
The sharp sword blade cut his pale skin, and drops of scarlet blood dripped onto the floor, quickly blending with the falling snowflakes, making it difficult to distinguish the dazzling red color.
The man didn't care about his injuries and held the sword in his arms. He seemed to be crushed by the light weight.
He quickly reached out and touched the words engraved on the sword, as if confirming something. His blood-stained fingers carefully stroked each stroke, stained with a heavy blood color.
Not knowing who this action was for, Wen Yuxiao could no longer tolerate it and said, "Zhu Yuehuai."
Her voice was not loud, but to the man it was like thunder exploding in his ears, haunting his dreams. It was a voice that only appeared when one had exhausted all physical strength in torture and was forced to fall into a helpless sleep. It sounded so familiar that he stared blankly in front of him, and even his blind eyes seemed to shine with a little light.
The sound also awakened his memories. In the unchanging darkness before his eyes, he seemed to see the girl's nimble figure waving and greeting him.
It was as if everything that had happened was just a dream, and he had accidentally fallen asleep in the snow again. When she saw herself, it was like seeing a little fox lying in the snow with its big tail still hanging out. So she helplessly grabbed his sleeve and whispered in his ear.
In just a few breaths, it seemed like a lifetime ago. He closed his eyes tightly, and the fantasy in the darkness had disappeared. Blood and tears welled up from the corners of his dry eyes, streaking across his frail face.
He lowered his head humbly, but his fingertips gripped the broken sword tightly, cutting his slender fingers into scars and bleeding profusely. "Who are you?"
Wen Yuxiao said: "You already have the answer in your heart."
The sound of their conversation was almost drowned out by the howling wind and snow. The strong wind swept past, mercilessly knocking the people to the ground, and the broken sword fell into the snow and could no longer be seen.
He panicked and tried to sit up, but he had no strength in his lower body. He could only lie on the ground gasping for breath, but he didn't care about the sword. He tried his best to swallow something, but his breath was disordered and his Adam's apple slipped. He coughed violently and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the floor.
Wen Yuxiao subconsciously lowered his head and saw the man's blood on the tip of his shoe. He didn't help the man up, but pinched his palm: "You..."
"I deserve it." Zhu Yuehuai finally calmed down a bit. His lips, white as brittle paper, were stained with blood, a deep red. He asked softly, "Are you here to kill me?"
"I don't know." She shook her head, squatting in front of the man, and rambling, "You know, this world is just a very exhausting game for me. I get so busy that I even forget to log in and do my daily tasks. You thought you could kill us both with a sword through our hearts, but in the end, I'm fine, and you're not dead either."
"There were quite a few people behind the plot, and they've all been dealt with. Oh, and that sword didn't even pierce me. I'm not in pain, just a little depressed. Besides, coming back from the dead is just a small matter to me."
"I don't care that much anymore, do you?"
Hearing her question, Zhu Yuehuai felt sad. He shook his head vigorously, gritted his teeth, and answered her with a wry smile, "I feel guilty."
Was it simply guilt? What were the thousands of sleepless days and nights since the sword pierced his heart? What was he thinking as he used the sword as his grave, sitting in the snow for who knows how long, letting the wind and snow wrap him into an ice sculpture?
In this situation where everyone is cursing him and seeing him is considered bad luck, he can end his life by just holding the broken sword and slashing it across his neck. What is he waiting for?
Perhaps it was the stern and resolute words of the white-haired king insect when he was pinching his neck, "I want you to be a rat in a ditch in a corner where no one cares, and then witness the return of my Queen with your own eyes," that gave him the hope to linger on, and that allowed him to really meet someone again today.
"Then you will slowly feel guilty." Wen Yuxiao tucked a piece of his dry and thin hair behind his head, and gently wiped away the blood and tears that kept oozing out of him. After doing all this, she simply stood up, called the Zerg who had been silently guarding behind her without disturbing her reminiscing about the past, and boarded the aircraft and left gracefully.
When he heard the noise, Zhu Yuehuai subconsciously reached forward, as if trying to grab a handful of illusory moonlight, but then he realized something and retracted his fingers tremblingly.
The aircraft took off with a loud roar. When I went to the window and looked down, the people were no longer visible. The small snow house had become a white dot and was soon assimilated into the white fluff in the sky, and was no longer visible.
"Your Highness." The silver-haired king insect considerately handed a cup of hot drink to Wen Yuxiao, who was standing silently by the window. He carefully took her cold fingers, then went further and wrapped her whole hand in his palm, standing with her by the window.
After taking a sip of hot tea, she finally felt her rusty brain begin to work. She turned her head to look at the King Bug and said, "...Let him control his own destiny. Don't talk to me about anything related to him in the future."
"Yeah." The handsome silver-haired young man nodded without saying anything inappropriate against him. The deputy standing not far away heard their conversation and made arrangements.
"Am I stupid?" Wen Yuxiao asked him, "But I really don't feel it's real. His betrayal to me was just something that happened in the game. Now that we've actually met, I still feel a little sorry for him."
She laughed at herself and said, "Never mind, it's all Yun Yuxi's fault."
"Yes, it's all Yun Yuxi's fault." Wang Chong repeated her words and continued, "I don't care whether it's right or wrong. Your Highness is the most important thing."
She waved her hand: "No, you still have to have your own ideas. I always do the wrong things. Please don't indulge me, lest it reach a point where it is irreversible."
The young man nodded: "Okay." Although he said this, he would immediately give in and support the Queen no matter what she wanted to do next time.
After returning to his temporary residence on this planet, Wen Yuxiao realized that this planet was his private property and he could do whatever he wanted with it. After all, the Zerg had been the overbearing villains in the interstellar space for many years, and his private planet could only arouse the envy of others. No matter how much he condemned them verbally, he did not see any real action.
Since it was private property, she had to manage it well. After all, she had a professional, a wealthy businessman, by her side. With his advice, she waved her hand and opened up many permissions in front of the leader of the Ice Clan, which made the old man smile. He shook her hand and thanked her repeatedly, saying that there was hope for revival and that he would not disappoint the expectations of Her Majesty the Queen.
After taking care of everything here, they finally boarded the return starship.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
