Gone with the Bustling World Chapter 50: Chapter Forty-Six

Soldiers were trained, horses fed, weapons sharpened, and grained hoarded.

The generals gather to study on the terrain and customs of Xiongye.

Childe Wushuang's quality-promotion training now finally took effect!

Although not every one of them were all-rounders, at least each was able to stand alone.

This was a testimony to Childe Wushuang's far-sightedness.

Only three days left before the expedition.

Xiao Qingyu accurately inferred that three days later, the Victory Star would show up in the north, which was favorable for fighting in the north. That night would have a round big moon. They'd better sprinkle wine to worship heaven!

Fang Junqian stood silently downstairs.

Three days later, he would go on an expedition… It was unknown whether he could survive the journey to Xiongye and whether he would see him again…

He pushed the door in. At a glance, Fang Junqian saw Xiao Qingyu sitting at the desk, on which placed a neat tidy luggage and scattered parts of a crossbow. On the hand side of Xiao Qingyu was an assembly diagram for Eight-Dragon Sleeve Bow. Notes were made on it.

Duke Fang knew that Childe Wushuang was an expert in machinery.

At this moment, Xiao Qingyu was proficiently assembling the parts into an exquisite sleeve bow, while the picture on the paper was obviously Eight-Dragon!

Fang Junqian knew Eight-Dragon Sleeve Bow had amazing power in that it could shoot out eight arrows at the same time and convenient to hide. However, a coin has too sides! The powerful recoil of it was powerful enough to destroy the arm of an ordinary person!

Fang Junqian pulled his hand at once, asking in a low voice, “Are you trying to die?”

Xiao Qingyu only raised his head and gave him a faint glance, and then lowered his head to continue with the bow.

Fang Junqian couldn't help laughing: Would Xiao Qingyu easily listen to others' advice?

Childe Wushuang fixed the tiny bow onto his right wrist and hid it beneath the broad sleeve. He waved the arm, and the bow wasn't a bit affected by his movement.

Then he turned to Duke Fang, “What's the matter?”

Fang Junqian suddenly noticed the luggage on the desk, “You're going on the expedition too?!”

Xiao Qingyu was calm, “Don't you see it?” He found the question unnecessary.

Fang Junqian was dumb. He didn't know what to say!

He was going with him… He was going with him!!

He knew the expedition was ambushed with perils! He should be going with him into danger…

Fang Junqian began to feel in his heart a faint bitterness beyond words.

“I hope you could stay to defend Bafang.”

“Advisor Qi will stay here. Don't worry.” Xiao Qingyu was confident and even a little conceited, “Relax, Duke. I won't drag down the march.”

“I'm not saying that…” Fang Junqian shut his eyes to stop the tears from running out, “I just hope you could be safe…instead of going to hell with me.”

“Fang Junqian!” Xiao Qingyu's expression changed instantly! He said word by word, face terribly gloomy, in a tone full of disappointment and rage after being humiliated, “What do you think of me?!

I've promised to stay with you forever, I won't regret it!

I thought in this world, you're the one who could understand me.”

In this world, only you could understand me…

Fang Junqian, you understood that, right?

Looking into those clear eyes, Fang Junqian instantly felt he was no longer alone…

He replied with one word, “Yes.”

Xiao Qingyu smiled in relief.

This smile drove away clouds and mist, pure as white snow.

“It's risky, true, to be equipped with this bow, but my legs can't move flexibly, so the bow will save my life in the nick of time.” He explained lightly.

One arm for one life. Worthwhile.

“You can't survive it if you go alone.” Xiao Qingyu fiddled with the gold thread, looking down, lonely and confident, “Let me accompany you on the road of fight.”

He looked up at him.

He stared down at him.

In the mutual gaze, they seemed to experience a thousand times the blooming and withering of flowers and see through ten thousand times clouds gathering and dispersing.

Ten thousand years in one glance.

Chapter end