Gone with the Bustling World Chapter 32: Chapter Twenty-Eigh

Xiao Qingyu looked up at the name on the gate. The word was magnificent and thrilling!

Bafang!

Finally…here…

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Qingyu raised his hand and waved forward!

“Let's get in.”
What would his entry bring to Bafang?

When the guard went to report, Fang Junqian was discussing the military situation with the generals. Hearing that Childe Wushuang was waiting at the entrance of the camp station, Duke Fang, who was always calm and self-composed, immediately stood up and displayed joy like that of a child.

In one step, he leaped over the desk, sweeping the march maps down all over the ground. Before others understood what was happening, Duke Fang had gone like a gust of wind, leaving the rest of the people shocked with popping eyes!

Outside the barracks, a youth in white was sitting calmly in the wheelchair. He seemed to have waited for long.

He was expressionless, proud and graceful, like the ice and frost formed in the chilly wind.

When he saw Fang Junqian rushing over, there was something unusual flashing in Xiao Qingyu's eyes. It was more than mere joy, something like the encounter between willow branches carried by the Spring breeze and the lake after ice melted.

—Just one that moment, and the frozen lonely heart was melted into tinkling steaming creek.

A boy, cute and innocent, was next to him. But the eight guards weren't.

Fang Junqian was delighted, wearing the smile on his lips, “Qingyu…you're here.”

Before they met, he had prepared a lot of words to pour out to him, but when he really saw him, he could do nothing but stand numbly staring at him.

Xiao Qingyu's voice was husky but musical, “I've traveled thousands of miles to not let you down.”

The generals at the door looked over in curiosity and whispered ceaselessly with one another.

“Qingyu alone is enough to fight back against a thousand soldiers!”

Fang Junqian had a neat and loud voice, and as he shouted to let everyone hear him, the voice was flavored by iron-like determination!

Afterwards, neither of them talked.

They just gazed at each other, in silence, letting the night wind gently blow by and lift the red scarf and white clothes.

The generals witnessed with their own eyes that the proud noble Duke Fang personally pushed a wheelchair into the camp of General Commander. At a time, they couldn't figure who the youth in the wheelchair was nor his relation with Duke Fang.

“This is Childe Wushuang, the strong reinforcement that I've mentioned a lot.”

The words stirred ripples of discussions like a stone falling into a lake!

“What?!”

“It's him!”

“Impossible!”

Eight pairs of eyes were fixed on him, as if to dig a hole in him!

Fang Junqian often said that although the aid was only one person, this person could defeat thousands of troops!

Hence, in the generals' mind, that person must be an imposing martial artist who was able to take over the head of the enemy's commander as easy as reaching in his own pocket!

The least of least, that person should be strong!

But this youth before them—

Disabled in legs…

A delicate and pale face…

Looking fragile and feeble…

He was the strong aid from the imperial city in the mouth of Duke Fang?! …

Li Shenghu thought scornfully: I can pinch him to death with two fingers!

Everyone felt unprecedentedly gloomy about the future.

It was too late to retreat now. Bafang was going to be conquered!

What to do? What to do?!

Why was Duke Fang so incredibly confident? They called themselves stupid and had believed in his words. At least, they should have stopped him no matter what!

Now. Fine. The 700,000 soldiers in Bafang were going to die because of two teenagers… What a laughing stock it would become! …

Heaven! Hell!

Chapter end