Xia Ao has always hated him very much because Zhu Yu framed Tuo Sang. Now when Qin Xiaolou mentioned him, he immediately said: "It was Zhu Yu, the evil thief who deliberately plotted to murder me, Bokedo. God has eyes, and he will definitely let him die at the hands of Marshal Jun."

Jun Yu's heart suddenly trembled, but he forced a smile and said, "Master, Xiaolou, thank you for your concern."

"Marson, there are no eyes on the battlefield, so I must take care of myself!"

"Jun Yu, the battle is imminent, you must be more careful. We have said goodbye."

Today is the eve of New Year's Eve, and it is the coronation of the new "Bokedo". Jun Yu looked at the direction of the Holy Palace. It was almost noon. It estimated that the coronation had already ended at this time, and the church members should have entered a happy celebration.

She looked at the vast world and headed straight towards the Tiema Temple.

Thick snow covered the Iron Horse Temple with white. Every step, a deep footprint was left under the feet.

Jun Yu did not use his skills, but walked on the snow like an ordinary person. From a distance, monks had already entered and exited the Tiema Temple. The revival of the Holy Palace was just around the corner. Since last year, believers have returned one after another, and with the addition of some new believers, the thousand-year-old ancient temple that has experienced great disasters has gradually regained the breath of incense.

After the great disaster, many reconstruction matters need to be prepared, and the original abbot of Tiema Temple has returned to preside over daily affairs.

Jun Yu did not want to meet the monks, so he stopped from afar, turned around, and walked in the other direction. More than thirty miles ahead was the quiet Qinghai Lake. At this time, the deep wind and snow were blowing on his body, and from a distance, the familiar wooden house was still there in the depths of the lake.

In front of the wooden house, the grass that was once full of small red flowers is now covered with wind and snow. At that time, Takusang hugged himself, closed his eyes, and stopped breathing on the grass that was full of red flowers.

It was almost dusk, and she slowly walked over, reached out and pushed it away, and brought the wind and snow into the room.

I walked a lot, looked at a lot of clouds, and drank a lot of water. Now, in this wooden house, the bloody clothes that Takusang changed, the many things that Mr. Nongying sent, even the hard wooden boards and dusty felt, but I missed the best people I met in my best years.

Her hands and feet were already cold, and she lit the brazier. The fire became stronger and stronger, and her hands and feet began to warm up, and the world outside the door was still cold and snow. At this moment, she suddenly didn't want to walk around. After years of hard work, war and fighting, her heart rarely had a peaceful moment. Even when she dreamed at midnight, there were mostly those bleak and ruthless past events lingering in her heart, blocking the people in the dream into the ends of the world. Even though she knew that he was still in this world, she was increasingly afraid to look forward to the day when she really held hands.

She thought carefully that in the past two years, she had felt the breath of Tuosan around her several times in the middle of the night. However, whenever she woke up, there was always no one around, just like a dream. Now, when is he returning to this familiar place still full of fatigue and loss. Tuosan, where is he now? When is he goodbye in this life?

When I think of Takusang, I feel a little more lingering resentment than the deep melancholy in my heart.

After Takusang died by this Qinghai Lake, he always felt heartbroken pain whenever he thought of him. Two years ago, he was in danger and blind. If he hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Thinking of the three days he lived by the lake, he had to take care of him in every possible way, and even blindness was not so terrible.

But before he could wake up from the joy of knowing his rebirth, and before he could even see him in person, he was already like a yellow crane that had left without any news.

So he is still him, he is still himself.

He is the mysterious businessman that Manqing and the others called him?

He is the mysterious man who saved Xia Ao and the others not long ago?

She knew his character and knew that before the new "Bokedo" was established, even though he was no longer a member of the church, he would definitely obey those strange promises and principles meticulously. If this were not the case, he would not be the Takusan he knew.

However, over the years, I have been looking forward to seeing him, seeing him as soon as possible, and seeing him every day. Especially when the war is approaching, this feeling is even stronger.

Is this requirement really too much?

"Taosan, where are you? Now, the new 'Bokedo' has been established, and no one will force you to do 'Bokedo' again, but why don't you show up? When will you come to me? Do you have to wait until I die in battle before coming to worship me?"

There was silent all around her. She sighed for a moment, and suddenly realized that she was complaining about Takusan. Over the years, she had rarely complained about anyone, but at this moment she was actually resenting - resenting this man who always appeared around her when she was in trouble! Resenting this man who knew very well and knew that he had many difficulties!

Perhaps, the resentment of his "death" has never stopped, but today, this feeling has become particularly strong.

"Tuosan, there is no one in this world who treats me better than you. But why can't I resist resentment from you?" Jun Yu shook his head and said to himself, "Tuosan, if you don't show up again, I won't resent you anymore! Because, I will never pay attention to you again in the future."

"God has eyes, and he will definitely let the evil thief Zhu Yu die at the hands of Marshal Jun!" She thought of Xia Ao's deep curse, and another terrible tremor surged in her heart.

She suddenly laughed: "Now that the war is imminent, maybe I will die at Zhu Yu's hands."

It was already late, and the wind and snow outside the door were getting heavier and heavier. The wooden door, which was already dilapidated, repeatedly pounded the switch. Jun Yu listened indifferently to the sound of the switch, and a burst of tiredness could not stop it from striking it.

This fatigue is not physical, but spiritual.

In the busy military situation in the army, there are few times when you can keep your heart tired, but in such occasional moments of leisure, it attacks your heart ignorantly like a terrible devil.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve. Although all things today have been arranged, there are still many things tomorrow, and everything tomorrow is so imminent.

As for today, I'll just be lazy here for the time being.

Jun Yu looked at Wangwang's brazier, buried his head on his knees, sighed, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Jun Yu!"

A pair of hands stroked her hair, and her voice was extremely soft.

Jun Yu smiled from her heart. This was a very familiar and strange atmosphere. Whenever she felt this strange atmosphere, she would often sleep all night. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, but she realized that the hands that were stroking her hair were so gentle, warm and real.

She subconsciously reached out her hand and grabbed the gentle hand. Immediately, the warmth coming from the palm of her hand turned out to be as real as it was.
Chapter completed!