Gone with the Bustling World Chapter 58: Chapter Fifty-Four

Fang Junqian and Xiao Qingyu were on the highlands of the Sukesa Plain.

Bafang soldiers were already exhausted, but they still, even supporting themselves on the weapons, stood firmly on guard, the fierceness in their eyes never reducing. Their movements gave out a horrible air of murderousness.

In the distance came the heavy footsteps of the enemy. 'Boom! Boom! Boom!' It sounded like the violent shaking before a volcanic eruption or the low-pitched thunders rolling down to the horizon.

As the Slaughter Alliance approached, the earth was quaking and sinking!

In front, there loomed the dark formations of the enemy, creating shadows resembling mountains. Before the enemy reached, the huge shadow was already on everyone's heart.

The shadow got bigger and bigger, gradually covering the sky and the sun, casting a trauma on everyone's mind!

Watching the scene before them, the Peerless Duo looked stern.

It seemed that in this battle, the Alliance was mobilizing its strength to the full!

The final battle!!

Xiao Qingiyu's cinnabar flowed, and his picturesque brows seemed to lead people up into a hazy gentle rain shower.

“At last, I drag you into this…” If the reinforcements didn't arrive at dawn, Bafang Army was destined to play a lone hand.

Duke Fang shook his head and smiled, “I don't understand any of your words.”

How could you say 'drag'?

Since the beginning, we stuck together in life and death and supported each other. How could you say drag me into this?

Am I right, Qingyu?

In fact, meeting you is my best bliss in this life…

The cavalries of the enemy drooped their bodies low on horseback, holding their weapons horizontally, the end of which pointing downward. They swept over head-on like stumbling clouds, with shouting equally quaking, “Kill! Kill! Kill!”

The ear-deafening yelling billowed over like spring thunder, higher and higher, shaking the world.

In contrast, Bafang Army was quiet and cold as iron.

On the one side was trembling roar while on the other side was deadly silence.

Xiao Qingyu heard Fang Junqian's proud sneer, “Fang Junqian is right here. Come on.”

Yes. Whoever wanted to kill Fang Junqian must pay a price! A price that was unaffordable.

This was Fang Junqian, the Duke who claimed to master his own fate!

One day, he would rule the world and step onto the throne above the clouds!

Yet, by then, the domineering power meant nothing to him…because his beloved man wasn't around…

Fang Junqian asked gently, “Why don't you leave, Qingyu?”

Xiao Qingyu was stilled for a second.

“I, as the general commander, couldn't be defeated but could die in battle…but Qingyu, you can leave, right? …”

Why stay? Why die with me?

Xiao Qingyu stared up at him, with a touch of loneliness on his face.

Fang Junqian had never seen Xiao Qingyu in this look.

“Earlier in Bafang, you said to me that 'I will stay with you even to hell'… Now this moment is coming. I'll do the same.”

I will stay with you even to hell.

Love.

Who did it hurt?

Was this unprecedented love a bless or curse?

Fang Junqian felt a heat rushing in his chest!

He looked at Xiao Qingyu…

When they first met, Xiao Qingyu in the blossom shower looked like a fairy, carrying chilly atmospherics, lonely and proud. He wore a faint but cold smile and a wisdom seeing through things.

He had stayed with him for such a long time that the first encounter felt so remote…

“Qingyu… Can I hug you? …”

Xiao Qingyu nodded slightly and felt, all of a sudden, powerful arms pulling him up from the wheelchair and into a warm chest!

Hugging silently in front of the upcoming troops, they found the shaking shout wasn't as clear as each other's breathing…

Fang Junqian tightly locked white-clothes elegant Xiao Qingyu in his arms…

Xiao Qingyu's eyes were hazy, and the half-drooping eyelashes melt his usual indifference and coldness into softness. His breath, a little faster, brought out cold fragrance.

The whole world wasn't as beautiful as the cinnabar between your brows.

The horses were neighing all around, but I only wanted to hear the loud silence in my arms.

The troops, steeds, weapons and killing would eventually become a withered page of the long volumes of history.

If this moment was eternity, then why not just leave behind the world, the wealth and the power?

Chapter end