Wearing Ancient Clothes and Marrying a Young Husband Chapter 96: What's Wrong with You Guys?

  In a daze, I somehow found myself entering a desolate grassland filled with bloodstains, corpses everywhere, skulls everywhere, and yet as I walked through this heinous and ugly land, I didn't feel the slightest bit of fear.

  I took a look at the distance, and three people were still fighting. Among them, there was a figure that looked somewhat familiar. The figure had the same proud and lonely bearing as the Celestial Sword of the Lonely Sky, strong but solitary. It was indeed Song Ming's figure.

  There was another person with his profile facing me, and when the gentle breeze came, I couldn't see his face clearly.

  On the other side was a handsome young man who vaguely resembled Song Ming, but he couldn't recall where he had seen him before.

  The three of them were engaged in a brutal fight, unable to distinguish who was who, and I didn't know who was killing whom. I just stood by quietly, watching as tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes.

  Wiping away the tears on my face, the wind and sand blew in, blurring my vision. I wiped away my tears again and when I opened my eyes once more, I found that the unfamiliar yet familiar handsome young master seemed to have been struck by a sharp sword. I was startled and struggled to go save him, but for some reason, I was worried about this youth.

  The person who stabbed him was Song Ming and the person next to him whose face could not be seen clearly.

  They seemed to have only just noticed my arrival, the one with the unclear face rushed towards me, suddenly drew out a bloody knife and glared at me viciously, his sword swung, precisely aiming for my throat.

  The chill of the icy cold air made me shiver, my eyes only saw a crimson red, suddenly a strong gust of wind blew up, we all covered our eyes, when the wind passed, I found that the person holding the sharp sword pointing at me was actually Yī Qiān Xún?!

  After the shock, I was left with only tears to cry, a desperate heart as cold and hard as the helmet on a dead warrior's head.

  "Chihiro, what are you doing?" I asked tearfully, my voice already choked with sobs.

  That white-clothed handsome man who seems like a god in my heart, why is he holding a sharp sword and pointing it at me?