Travel To The World Of Ca Li
Memories at the End of a Poor Life
The few pairs of legs viciously kicked hard at the pregnant woman's body curling up in pain, trying to get tired to protect her rounded belly. His bones were crumpled and damped full of bruises, inside the invoking helplessness, although he knew that it would be completely useless.
'Bukk..' Such a powerful kick made the blood flow from the base of his legs with the flow of broken amniotic fluid. The baby in her womb was screaming in pain. It felt like the soul could escape from this torn-up body, but the small movements of the fruit of the heart were like an energizing light.
His eyes that were covered in bloodstains in faintly grasped an opportunity. He crawled through the blows of several pairs of legs to the corner of the room, stumbling like a dying mouse trying to survive in a ditch.
Keep muttering to the baby who is in the womb to give him a little strength. In a single breath with her eyes glistening, her hands stretched out to be ready to flick the poison.
Only he was left to survive in his shortened breath by the pain. Seeing the people who hurt him were helplessly sprawled with a short death, the small house he lived in turned into a clouded, gloomy cold air, so chaotic full of bloodstains.
The wind blew from the opening of the windows and doors, bringing with it the dark scent of death. Bringing flying souls who were previously still alive so haughtily.
'Hosh...' The pregnant woman clutched her chest so tight, crying out in agony like the song of death that accompanied the departure of despicable souls.
Not finished with the pain of the punch all over his body. At this moment, his rounded stomach was like it had been pierced by thousands of dagger arrows. Her tiny baby wanted to go out to share the suffering of the world with her mother. Blood was getting more and more around his legs.
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On the bed covered by a mosquito net, lay a stiff figure of a girl who was so pale with her neck wrapped in gauze to be made like a wound bandage.
The dim lighting of the daytime sky in the cold season emanated faintly from the gap of his warm bedroom.
Seen sweaty sweat flooding all over the girl's body, her forehead wrinkled with her head moving restlessly. 'Krieek...' A loud crackling sound from above the vibrating wooden bed sounded when the girl suddenly sat down with her heavy breath.
'Hosshh...Bukk..' He had trouble breathing as the oxygen supply could not get into his lungs, his thin hands punching his chest softly.
His nose was sour with something that piled over his eyes, he involuntarily cried.
The hand that made the fist float in the air slowly opened to wipe away the tears that suddenly escaped without will.
He stared at his fingers wet with tears, not knowing why he was crying. But, his heart was so sick, it felt so bitter.
"Qiaofenga..." A faint murmur sounded.
He bent his legs inside the blanket, drowned his face there and hugged himself. It was seen that his shoulders were shaking with the sound of a stifled sobbing slowly escaping out.
'Qiaofeng is stupid, you are on purpose, right?! Showing happiness and suffering at the end of your poor life for me to feel. That's not needed. Goddamnit!'. His mind continues to grieve, upset and troubled by the grief caused by strange memories that do not belong to him.
'Sret..' The mosquito net curtain unfolded revealing Xiao Leng who was staring anxiously at the master.
"Miss, where's that sick?!" Xiao Leng asked worriedly.
Xiu Qixuan did not reply because her cries were still so teseedu and it was hard to stop.
"Miss?" Call the confused Xiao Leng. "Let me do a pulse checker." Xiao Leng slowly pushed herself to the side of the bed with her hands outstretched.
Xiao Leng should have called a healer to check on her miss as servant girls do in general, right? But, it was different because Xiao Leng had skills in the medical world.
"No need." A sharp hoarse voice reigned making Xiao Leng's hand float in the air.
Slowly the pale delicate face full of sorrowful patches was lifted, his round eyes surrounded by mist with his watery nose.
"Miss was unconscious for two days because the strange scar on her neck was getting worse every day like a curse." Clearly Xiao Leng was staring at the bandage on his neck.
"Two days ago, His Imperial Majesty brought the unconscious Miss's body to be placed in Ting Xue's Palace Courtyard." Further.
"Him?" Mumbles quietly Xiu Qixuan.
"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor held the Miss who was in his arms, when there was almost a bit of chaos in the palace because His Majesty the Emperor tried to summon all the leading healers. Luckily the Queen Mother quickly stopped, making Her Majesty think more rationally and only placing trusted people with special abilities." Xiao Leng said full of twinkle high enthusiasm in telling stories.
Xiu Qixuan fell silent, drifting in contemplation.
"Ha, thank goodness Miss is conscious. But, regarding his wound—," Xiao Leng let out a long sigh full of doubt at the end of his sentence.
"Heh, where do you want to go?! Let me help you." Xiao Leng was shocked when Xiu Qixuan suddenly moved out of bed.
"Xiao Leng, prepare water to wash your face and other necessities. Help me clean up." Xiu Qixuan's orders were waving with authority.
The girl stepped lightly in front of the dresser to stare at her own form inside the bronze mirror. Leaving Xiao Leng who was still staring at the side of the bed in confusion.
"Aiya... Xiao Leng, I'm hungry. Please prepare food for me too." His sharp voice made another list of commands.
"Yes, Miss." Xiao Leng regained her senses and immediately bowed respectfully then walked out of the room to carry out the order.
Although Xiao Leng wanted the master to rest more, he was eager to refute the order but he could not be so brazen.
'Kriet..' Xiao Leng's shadow disappeared after the door closed. Overall Xiao Leng was the servant in charge of all matters relating to Xiu Qixuan's person, so he only needed to give orders and keep an eye on the servants below him.
Silent.
After the sound of the door closing, the surroundings fell back into a void of silence. Those brilliantly beautiful eyes narrowed sharply with her flat face staring at the bronze mirror.
His lentic fingers slowly opened the bandage wrapped in the area around his neck. 'Sret..' The gauze wrapped around his neck opened perfectly. Featuring a blackened and almost rotting scratch wound, so terrible.
He stared intently at the wound from behind the bronze glass, "Amazing." He smiled with his fingers touching the wound.
What he meant was that the power of the demonic aura was enough to amaze and overwhelm him.
'Singer..' A warm, soothing golden light flows around the area around the wound when its thin fingers touch the skin. Slowly the terrible wound fell out and disappeared.
A moment later, the golden light fog slowly shrank. He moved his fingers away with his eyes staring straight at the bronze glass that revealed a smooth neck skin as white as snow.
Only the remaining scars were still faintly visible because the strength of the demonic aura was quite difficult to neutralize directly completely in one moment.
Xiu Qixuan's eyes flared, looking like they were full of burning determination. He had no time to rest and be silent. That was why he had Xiao Leng help him prepare. There were many tasks and things Xiu Qixuan had to do.
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hayo-hayo xuan, what do you want to do?