Demon King's Repayment - chapter 293

Yuan Xiang opened a jar of wine and placed it in front of him.

“How did you become his apostle?” Yuan Xiang looked at the apostle who was drinking and eating meat.

“I couldn’t beat him,” the demon who was immersed in eating, replied in a dull voice.

Nan He waited for Yuan Xiang in the courtyard. He turned into his original form, his gradual hair shining brightly under the moonlight.

“Would you like to come up? I’ll take you around,” Nan He said.

“Of course!” Yuan Xiang stood up and wiped her hands, and plunged into the large pile of plush.

While the beautiful Sirius galloped in the night, Yuan Xiang laid on his back, put her arms around his neck, and buried her entire face in the soft hair. She closed her eyes and felt the speed. The night wind blew, and the cold silver hair brushed her face.

Na He flew high, and the land at night looked vast and deep. The river was like a silver ribbon, winding and paved with occasional lights. It was a town where humans lived in groups. The stars in the sky seemed to be very close, and the splendid starlight seemed to be hovering above the sky above the head, as if they could fly all the way to the stars.

“Ah Xiang,” Nan He’s voice sounded.

“Yes?”

“Don’t worry, Ah Xiang, I’m here.”

“Okay, I won’t worry, I have Nan He.”

Yuan Xiang, who had been exhausted for a long time, fell into a deep sleep on his slightly swaying back. Nan He often said that he felt comfortable and at ease by her side.

Yuan Xiang listened to the healthy and familiar heartbeat, surrounded by soft hair, and fell into a peaceful sleep.

In the dream, there was a sunny courtyard. Under the sycamore tree, Master Yu looked at her with a smile, while Shiniang was hanging out the laundry while she hugged a beautiful Sirius in her arms.

When they set off on the second day, Ru Shi sent them all the way to Qiaotou. When they were parting, she handed Yuan Xiang a small black sword.

“This sword is called Yunyu. It was left to me by Ah Yao when he was leaving. I have carried it with me all these years.”

The scabbard was black and unremarkable. But when the short blade was unsheathed, the sharp blade suddenly brought out an icy energy, condensing a watermark in the air. At that moment, it seemed that even time was astringent, and everyone present felt tense because of it’s murderous aura. Quite a few demons were stimulated to appear semi-beastly.

Yuan Xiang declined, “Mother, since it is what my master left for you to protect you, you can keep it. I have Pisces Array with me.”

Ru Shi bent down and carefully tied the dagger around Yuan Xiang’s waist, “Since your master gave it to me, that’s my thing. Now, this is what you will use to protect yourself, so keep it safe.”

“Come back earlier, Ah Xiang.” She straightened up and touched Yuan Xiang’s hair, “It doesn’t matter if you can’t find him…it doesn’t matter. There is me, your Shiniang will be waiting for you at home.”

After bidding farewell to Ru Shi and everyone, the group headed toward Kunlun Mountain.

“Master Qingyuan, you just left with us, don’t you need to explain to your apprentices?” Yuan Xiang asked.

“It’s okay, they are actually much more capable than me, and they will go back. In fact, I am just a little higher than them in cultivation, but the master title is just a name,” Qingyuan rode a lion leisurely with peace of mind.

However, at that moment, his apprentices finished socializing with local officials and were still waiting at the ferry crossing in Lianghe Town.

“Brother, Master hasn’t returned yet, should we continue to wait, or should we look for him?”

“Wait… wait a minute, Master shouldn’t forget us,” Xu Ji said.

After leaving Queqiu, the situation along the way was suddenly different.

Most of the towns and villages along the river were hit by floods.

The comfortable and prosperous peach garden could no longer be found. The muddy and icy roads and scrawny victims had stripped the truth and cruelty of the world to the eyes.

Old, weak and young children who had lost their homes begged along the way. Most shops had their doors closed. There were long lines in front of rice, oil and salt shops, and the price of rice and other food soared.

Although Yuan Xiang and others wore simple clothes that were easy to spot, they were neat and clean, and all of them had extraordinary temperaments. Compared with the ragged refugees on the streets, that team looked a little out of the ordinary. It always attracted the attention of passers-by.

“Xiang’er? Are you… Xiang?” A suspicious voice sounded from behind.

Yuan Xiang turned around and saw a woman with a weathered face. The woman carried a boy on her back and two girls in her hands. She took Yuan Xiang’s arm in surprise and joy,

“Xiang’er, you are Xiang’er, right? I’m your eldest sister.”

When Yuan Xiang left home, her eldest sister Yuan Chunhua was only twelve years old.

More than ten years passed in a flash, and the eldest sister in her early twenties was supposed to be at a magnificent age. But she was leading the three children and her back was bent by life early. She was like a flower that hadn’t had time to bloom, it had withered before it bloomed. So suddenly, Yuan Xiang didn’t connect that haggard-faced woman with her elder sister.

Through the vaguely familiar facial features, Yuan Xiang recalled her childhood. Only then did she realize that the seven years of haziness were like a distant dream, which had become blurred in her memory.