Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

Si Mo Fan walked between the trees. His thoughts, that were disturbed by Long Qian Xing's questions, slowly calmed down. Since he had chosen to continue using the same martial arts, then he had to be ready to be recognized it. The sword he picked up and the martial arts taught to him by that person….

He could never abandon it. "Mo Fan?" Yan Xi saw her husband coming and his expression didn't seem right. Whenever he had this expression, he was remembering the past he had, the time when they had only met for a short period of time and all tragedy struck. It was what eventually brought them to build the organization. "I'm fine," Si Mo Fan said with a smile. "Don't worry about me."

Yan Xi pursed her lips and stepped forward to hug his arms. "You can feel sad if you want, just remember that I'll always stay by your side."

"I know." Si Mo Fan hugged his wife and buried his head on her neck. The two of them were no longer young at this time, but he knew very well that it would never be the same without Yan Xi beside him. With her by his side, he calmed down quickly. "Mom?" Chen Ji Yue's childish voice came from the house. "Come on, our cute daughter is looking for us." Yan Xi patted Si Mo Fan's back.

"You mean, she's looking for you." Si Mo Fan rolled his eyes. Be it his son or his adopted daughter, both of them liked Yan Xi more than him. He's so handsome like this but his children always picked his wife more than him. Yan Xi chuckled and then lead Si Mo Fan inside. …

Nan Hua blinked her eyes and then remained silent as Long Qian Xing took the role to wipe her hair. In this world, her hair was extremely long, which was a bit of a hassle to take care. But be it women or men, both of them have long hair, so one way or another, they just got used to it. Sometimes, Chu Yue would help Nan Hua to take care of her hair when she was present. But when Chu Yue was not around, Nan Hua would do it on her own. After all, it was not like she couldn't do it on her own. Long Qian Xing carefully dry Nan Hua's hair.

The long hair was still smooth and silky, very nice to touch. However, he could see that Nan Hua didn't take care of her hair that much. The length of the hair was a bit uneven, which seemed to be because it hadn't been trimmed in a long time

With the two of fighting on the frontline, there was no time for Nan Hua to care too much about her appearance. Not to mention, as of now, Nan Hua's appearance alone was already more than enough to cause most men to be in a daze. She was simply so beautiful and coupled with her not wearing helmet, the blow was critical. By now, the men under Nan Hua had already learned to be more immune to her beauty.

But men from other armies might not be the same. Though, considering the distance between Nan Hua and most other soldiers, the effects was actually not very good. And Long Qian Xing sighed when he thought that so many people were looking at Nan Hua's appearance. Even if Nan Hua had toned it down slightly with make up, but it was only basic cover up as Nan Hua didn't have time for detailed changes. The two of them didn't speak.

But the atmosphere was rather comfortable at this time. "It's dry enough, Brother Long. You should rest. Tomorrow will be a long journey," Nan Hua reminded. "Alright." Long Qian Xing felt that he could last for a long time, but he also knew that it would not be appropriate. He walked out and headed to the room next door. It was a simple room with simple bedding, table, and wardrobe. He took off his outer robe and then laid on his bed, ready to sleep. As he laid down, he could hear Nan Hua's faint breathing from the other side of the room and his body froze slightly. The hut had a rather poor sound insulation.

And with his martial arts, it was not impossible for him to hear Nan Hua's faint breathing from the room. If he was not wrong, her bed was right beside this wall too…

Long Qian Xing sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was sure that he would have trouble sleeping. Should he go take a bath again?