The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Qi Xia laughed in spite of himself and conveniently took out a purse of gold coins from his storage ring,

then put them on the table.

The female singer glanced at the purse and sat up straight.

“One hundred, another hundred years;

the ancient sea behind him ickers slightly…”

Qi Xia had just squinted his eyes to concentrate on listening; however, after a single verse was sung, he

couldn’t hear the following lines of the song.

The female singer looked at Qi Xia and then at the purse.

“…” Was she telling him that one verse of the song cost one purse of gold coins?! Qi Xia almost laughed

out loud. He had seen a money-grubber, but had never seen such a money grubber.

Another purse of gold coins was placed on the table, and the voice of the female singer sounded faintly

once again.

This time, Qi Xia made sure to put the next bags of coins on the table before the singing stopped.

“When a few rows of egrets uttered by, the ag of the last era was hauled down;

At the end of the war, the blood splashed on their arms;

The unrivalled iron shoulders, the desperate straits of the solitary hero;

A stranger’s sigh came as the night falls,

for the day when the heart was washed out….”

A gentle singing voice lled the air in the back garden at night. Under the moonlight, only this voice

oated around in Qi Xia’s ears. He half-squinted his eyes and looked at the red-clad girl singing in the

moonlight. Her slow singing voice, with its gentleness, brought a soul-stirring eect.

Qi Xia shut his eyes. The song owed into his heart and the splendid scenes started appearing in front of

him.

Everywhere was enveloped in the ames of war: the crimson ames reected the sky, and the sound of

ghting fell incessantly on the ear.

Looking around, he seemed to be able to smell the blood that lled the air as demon beasts, demons,

humans, and magical beasts all fought in chaos.

He sat on Qilin’s back, and the sta in his hand twinkled with a dazzling light, launching a barrage of magic

attacks. Carcasses of demon beasts could be seen everywhere, yet the endless demon beasts came like

the tide. Once again, the light of magic illuminated the dim sky. Qilin swiftly ew upwards with his feet

stomping on the auspicious clouds. Qi Xia’s sta did not stop for a moment; the magic attacks fell one

after another, like rain.

War was accompanied by death; the beacons of re were accompanied by mournful sounds.

Qi Xia’s eyes were lled with dense demon beasts. In the sky, ying beasts charged at them many times,

so that a large number of magical beasts died in the sky; their bloodstained bodies turned into a ray of

blood and fell to the earth.

Suddenly, a cry pierced Qi Xia’s eardrums. His heart was startled and he looked at the source of the

sound.

At the end of the demon beasts horde, a familiar gure leaped into Qi Xia’s eyes. Not far away from the

gure, a huge black vortex was rapidly shooting towards the person, and Vermillion Bird beneath her!

In a ash, Qi Xia’s heart stopped. Watching the nightmarish scene, his cynical eyes, for the rst time,

revealed an unprecedented panic.

The black vortex engulfed the gure and the rebird in an instant.

A heart-wrenching pain reached Qi Xia’s soul at the same time.

“This isn’t true… this isn’t true… Qilin!” Qi Xia gritted his teeth and growled. Qilin turned into a silver light

and rushed in the direction of the black vortex.

The black vortex devoured everything it touched. It burned down everything.

When Qilin arrived, Qi Xia could only look helplessly at the bones scattered on the ground and the familiar

ring.

“It’s not true… She’s not dead, it’s not true…” Qi Xia opened his mouth and stared at those cold bones. His

sts were clenched on his sides, and his shoulders trembled vaguely.

He jumped from Qilin’s back in a panic. At the moment of landing, he held the slender human bones in his

hands, and his pupils shook in despair…

“Little Xiao…”