The beach was covered in sand.
At the end of the flying sand, a thin youth was pushed far away by the strong force of a palm.
There were two rows of long trenches on the beach, but the youth didn't fall down. Instead, he was steadily supported by a well-dressed man.
The teenager was the small tree that rushed over in a hurry. He was panting heavily as he ran, the corner of his mouth still had traces of blood left from the palm force. In his hand was a strange iron cylinder — the concealed weapon from earlier had been shot out from this cylinder.
The man holding him was Ah Bian.
"Old bastard, the Southern King has already given the order to stop targeting Palace Head Tang and the people by his side." Ah Bian loosened his grip on the tree, but didn't pay much attention to him. Stepping over the sand, he strode towards the person in front of him. "If you make another move, it will be disrespectful to the Southern King."
"What is he doing here?" The old geezer's attack failed, and his voice was full of regret. "The Southern King's Mansion is too lenient!"
"You don't need to worry about whether or not the Southern King's Estate will take care of it. Now, you have to let these two go. " He walked straight to the old man.
The old ghost was thoroughly enraged by his arrogant tone. He frowned, the pain in his eyes adding fuel to the fire. "Let them go? Hmph, I'll take care of you too! Go back and beg for forgiveness from the Southern King! "
As he finished, he stretched out his hand to grab the air again, as he was prepared for this. He drew his sword and welcomed the incoming attack.
On the other side, the small tree coughed violently for a long time before finally catching its breath. He wiped the blood off his face roughly with the back of his hand, then ran towards where Cloud Walk and Tang San had fallen.
The blue light grew brighter, and the eerie blue cocoon wrapped around them like a cocoon. Tang San's body was getting hotter and hotter, and the light emitting from his body was much more intense than the old ghost's claws. Her clothes were torn and flecked, like butterflies coming out of a ravine — and the butterflies were blue, too, and so fluorescent that you couldn't look at them directly.
It took a lot of effort for the tree to get close to them, but just as it was about to call Cloud out, the blue light suddenly flared. Tang San leaned over Cloud out and whispered a few words into her ear, then he helped her up and stood up steadily.
The blue light disappeared, and everything returned to normal.
Tang San's expression was calm to the point that it was almost cold. His dark blue hair hung down to the sides of his face, and his long and narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly drooping. His eyes could not be seen clearly.
Then, he released his hand and pulled the stunned Yun Fei over to the small tree, handing it to him.
The small tree looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Tang San in surprise. He subconsciously opened his arms and caught Yun Fei.
Tang San did not say anything. He did not even look at Yun Fei and the small tree. He only walked over to the two people who were fighting, step by step, elegantly and calmly.
His steps were light and slow, but wherever he passed, he would suddenly stop.
It was as if he was a completely different person.
Yun Xu was still standing there like a silly goose. His body was trembling as he weakly nestled into the small tree's arms, looking in the direction of Tang San's departing figure.
"What did he say to you?" The small tree also felt that the situation was very strange, so it steadied her a little and lowered its head to ask.
"He said … "Sorry." Yun Xu muttered in a low voice, his gaze still fixed on Tang San's back. His eyes were misty, gentle, and sad.
"Sorry? "Why are you sorry?" The small tree did not understand.
Yeah, why should I be sorry?
Yun Fei's heart was suddenly filled with grief. He could still hear the gentle breathing and affectionate murmuring in his ears. At that time, when she held him, she had still possessed him for real …
Sorry... I love you.