#698 - No one cares
"Swish! Swish swish swish!"
"Ah!!"
"No, don't!!"
"Puff puff puff!!"
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The moonlight was pale, the fire fierce.
As Wei Changtian's words fell, a dense rain of sharp arrows shot out from the bowstrings, turning into streaks of white light that tore through the air, piercing the bodies of over a hundred prisoners amidst wails and screams.
Clearly, Wei Changtian had no intention of wasting words with Yan Huanwen, and directly issued the kill order after confirming that the latter and Su Xiu were indeed in the crowd.
On the other side, Yan Huanwen finally vaguely understood something at that moment.
He finally understood why Wei Changtian hadn't directly taken his life, but had gone to such lengths to set up this trap.
So, Wei Changtian wanted to create a reasonable "accident."
And he was one of the victims of this accident.
He could have killed him directly, but he insisted on going through such a roundabout way...
Without a doubt, Wei Changtian was doing this to give Da Jue a plausible explanation.
In that case, Da Jue and Da Ning should no longer be enemies.
Had they ceased hostilities?
Why would Qing'er agree to a ceasefire?
Whose will was behind his death?
A series of questions crowded Yan Huanwen's mind, as the prisoners in front of him fell like harvested wheat.
In fact, Yan Huanwen had already guessed the answers to these questions.
But he was unwilling to answer himself.
"Puchi!"
A white-feathered arrow pierced his left shoulder, splattering blood.
Then another arrow pierced his chest, causing Yan Huanwen's body to tremble violently.
The fierce internal force stirred wildly within his body, and the delayed excruciating pain spread throughout his body.
Shot by two arrows infused with internal force, an ordinary person would have died on the spot.
However, although Yan Huanwen's meridians were sealed, he was still a third-rank expert, and his physical body was much stronger than ordinary people, so he did not die on the spot.
"I, I don't believe it..."
"Qing, Qing'er wouldn't be so heartless..."
Looking down at the arrow feathers still trembling slightly in his chest, blood welled up at the corner of his mouth.
Even now, Yan Huanwen was still unwilling to believe all of this.
But the passing of life force would not be transferred by his personal will, and it was fading rapidly like a deflated balloon.
His vision gradually became blurred, and his thinking began to slow down.
Yan Huanwen knew that he had only a few breaths left to live, but he still tried his best to maintain his standing posture, unwilling to fall.
"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
From Wei Changtian entering the mountain, to Wei Changtian ordering the massacre, to Wei Changtian's return, and then to Wei Changtian fighting seven enemies alone in the "Three Thousand Crossroads" formation...
If he hadn't wanted to kill Wei Changtian in the first place, perhaps the ending wouldn't be like this now.
Oh right, and Xiu'er.
Unexpectedly, he had harmed her again today.
Yan Huanwen didn't know that Su Xiu would die no matter what he did.
He only thought that if he hadn't gone to save Su Xiu, the latter might have escaped this disaster.
So, there was suddenly a trace of guilt in his eyes, and he slowly lowered his head.
Su Xiu, who had been shot in the abdomen, was also struggling to look up at him at this time.
The wind urged the white feathers to sound, and the moon entered silently with sorrow.
At this last moment of life, the eyes of both of them became calm.
What grievances and hatred, what infatuated person and unfaithful lover, what clichéd entanglement and old-fashioned betrayal... All emotions and stories disappeared at this moment.
"Cough, cough cough cough!"
"Xiu, Xiu'er..."
Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Yan Huanwen took half a step forward tremblingly, wanting to walk to Su Xiu's side.
The two were now only half a zhang apart, but it seemed like they were separated by the ends of the earth, making it extremely difficult for him to move even an inch.
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Su Xiu, who was paralyzed on the ground, looked at Yan Huanwen who was walking towards her step by step, and her eyes were filled with tears at some point.
The black-clothed men didn't release her acupoints when they left, so she was still unable to move now, and couldn't say a word.
However, it was not difficult to judge from her gaze towards Yan Huanwen that she had already let go of everything at this time.
At this moment, Su Xiu wanted to tell Yan Huanwen that although she had been in pain and hated him, she had never regretted it.
She wanted to tell Yan Huanwen even more that she had forgiven him.
Her blood-stained palm moved slightly, and then slowly lifted up.
The reverse flow of Qi and blood, coupled with the injury in her abdomen, made Su Xiu's face turn pale in an instant.
However, she still tried her best to stretch out a hand, seemingly wanting to touch the corner of Yan Huanwen's clothes that was already close at hand.
However...
"Puff!"
"Puff puff puff!!"
In the shrill sound of the air being torn, the second wave of arrows had arrived.
They howled and mercilessly pierced Yan Huanwen's body everywhere, also causing the latter's footsteps to stop abruptly.
Like a hedgehog with its quills erected, or like a straw target on the martial arts field filled with arrows.
Yan Huanwen stared wide-eyed, no matter how hard he tried, his footsteps could no longer move even a bit.
Then, with the disappearance of the last bit of strength, he finally fell to the ground with a "thump".
Dust and blood splashed up, flying in the air as if they had come to life.
It's just that the man beneath them no longer had any vitality.
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"Yan, Yanlang..."
"I don't hate you anymore..."
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Until the end, Yan Huanwen failed to hear the words he wanted to hear the most.
Even though Su Xiu had used all her strength, uttering these words one by one at the last moment of her life.
Misty smoke shrouds the green tiles, and the flying moon faces the southern end.
Unfortunately, it was a moment too late.
"Young master, a total of one hundred and three people, all are dead."
After about a hundred breaths, after carefully checking several times, a soldier ran over to report the situation to Wei Changtian.
"Mm."
Wei Changtian nodded, his gaze lingered on the corpses of Yan Huanwen and Su Xiu for a moment, then he immediately moved it away.
For these two people, they may have had many regrets and unfinished business, and they undoubtedly died unwillingly.
But for Wei Changtian, these were just two enemies who had lost their value, and he killed them when he wanted to.
That's why he had no interest in chatting with Yan Huanwen and Su Xiu.
Tell the former that it was actually your son who wanted you to die?
Tell the latter that the Seventh Demon Territory has been destroyed?
These were all meaningless.
Even if the stories of Yan Huanwen and Su Xiu were "wonderful", in Wei Changtian's eyes, they were just irrelevant things he had no interest in knowing.
Perhaps this is how things are between people.
Didn't wash your hair today, wore your clothes inside out yesterday, tripped and fell while walking the day before yesterday...
Everything you experience, whether good or bad, no one really cares.
Even if you are an emperor.
"Go and inform the envoy of Da Jue, and say that Liangzhou Prison was suddenly attacked tonight, and in the chaos, the prison guards failed to notice that Yan Huanwen was also among them, causing the latter to die unfortunately under the chaotic arrows."
Shaking his sleeves, Wei Changtian turned and walked to the carriage, and said to a guard:
"Also, tell the Zhan Shi Fu to have Ning Wenjun write a handwritten letter to show our apology for this accident."
"That's it, go and do it."
"Yes!"
The blue-armored guard clasped his fist and quickly left with the order.
Wei Changtian then got into the carriage, yawned, and ordered the coachman:
"Heh~ Go back to sleep."
"I'm so sleepy, I knew I wouldn't have come."
