Chapter 40: Do Not Think of Evil, Then the Heart Will Be at Peace

  Just as everyone was worried about Han Yichen, who had gone alone to chase and kill Yao Qin in the desert, a pale and thin grey-clad soldier rushed into the backyard, knelt down on one knee in front of Fei Lou, panting: "The city master is not good, Chen Tao, he left without saying goodbye."

  "What!" Fei Lu's expression turned grave in an instant upon hearing this.

  The desert city is at a critical moment, and Chen Tao, a sword master of the highest level, is absolutely crucial to the desert city. If he abandons the desert city at this time, it will face an even more difficult situation.

  "No, it's impossible! He can't abandon Shacheng!"

  Feilu couldn't believe what he had just heard, and though he tried to convince himself otherwise in his heart, he couldn't help but look anxious.

  "What evidence do you have that Chen Tao has left?" Hei Shen couldn't help but ask. Updated in real-time.

  "He left a letter in the room." The soldier said, taking out a bamboo slip from his bosom and handing it to Fei Lu.

  Feilu hastily snatched over the book and took a look, only to find that it was clearly engraved with several large characters.

  "The desert is heartless, but people are kind; good fortune and disaster are hard to predict, don't worry and be at peace."

  Feilu was silently muttering these words in her heart, hesitating for half a moment before speaking.

  Hei Shen finally couldn't bear it and snatched the book from Fei Lu's hand, staring at it with wide eyes.

  "What a load of nonsense is written here."

  Ji Guang also felt curious and took a look.

  "Oh, I see, this is written for the city master."

  "Written for the city master?" Hei Shen looked at Ji Guang with a puzzled expression and asked: "What does this mean?"

  "Heh heh, what it means is probably only known to the city master himself, we outsiders wouldn't know." He said, handing the letter back to Fei Lu, and pulling Hei Shen and that pale-faced soldier out of the backyard.

  Watching everyone walk away, Feilu can finally enjoy a moment of quietness, slowly sitting on the cold stone bench, staring blankly at the book in his hand.

  But in his heart, he was wondering and guessing wildly, where Chen Tao had gone, and why he would leave Shacheng at this time.

  But no matter how she guessed, she couldn't get the answer, and finally decided to throw it in her mind and not think about it anymore. Another handsome man appeared in her mind.

  Shen Du, the man she rescued from the Imperial Capital. More and faster chapters are available at.

  She didn't know why, but she always had a special feeling for him and always thought that he would definitely achieve brilliant success in the future, and even become her lifelong reliance.

  But what kind of story is Shendu going through now? She was eager to know, but completely couldn't find out.

  They are now in different worlds, different spaces.

  The sand city had been in a state of nine deaths and ten years, and the time had already reached the afternoon, Shen Du went to Jiuyou City for a full

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  It seems like he has spent a good five years over there by now.

  "Alas!"

  Thinking so, another heavy sigh.

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  Although she is still young, she has already felt somewhat indifferent to the warmth and coldness of human relationships in the world. Unexpectedly, Chen Tao, who grew up with her, has also become someone he can't see through now.

  Once again, he seriously looked at the letter left by Chen Tao.

  "In the desert, there is no love, but people have feelings. Good fortune and bad luck are hard to know, do not think about it and you will be at peace."

  What does he want to express after all? Is the desert referring to the sand city?

  The sand city is ruthless, but people are emotional, so who does this person refer to?

  Feilu carefully thought back, Chen Tao grew up in Shacheng, but when he was three years old, his parents died in battle, and the person closest to him wasn't Feilu himself?

  "Could it be that this person's emotions refer to...." Feilu's expression became even more solemn.

  Then he thought: "Good fortune and bad luck are hard to know."

  "What does this imply, and what is he going to do after leaving Shacheng?"

  Recalling the sword fight on the square a few days ago, Shen Du easily defeated Chen Tao, who had been the Sand City Martial King for ten years, and the title of Sand City Martial King was thus passed on.

  "Is he struggling with this matter?"

  "No, it's impossible."

  In a few days, hundreds of soldiers crowded the square, surrounding Chen Tao in the center and accusing him ruthlessly.

  It suddenly dawned on him that someone had said something like this, "If you have the ability, go and assassinate the Demon King Han Xuan! It was you who killed his son, now he wants to find someone to avenge, you are the mastermind."

  Suddenly broke out in a cold sweat!

  "Good and evil are hard to know! Could it be that he is saying that he alone went to assassinate Han Xuan?"

  "No! How can he?!" Fei Lu's beautiful eyebrows were tightly furrowed, her charming eyes revealing an unspeakable pain, the hand grasping the letter was so tense that the edges of her palm had turned white.

  "If it's really like that, how can you expect me to be at ease!"

  Feilu had gone to great lengths to protect Chen Tao that day, wanting to keep him safe. Now he was acting so rashly, and Feilu truly felt a pang of sadness. However, as the lord of one city, she couldn't just leave the Allied Provinces without careful consideration.

  The Mengzhou Province is the military stronghold of Shacheng. Once she leaves this place, I'm afraid the entire Shacheng will become chaotic overnight, and the consequences are unbearable to think about.

  For a moment, everything felt utterly chaotic, but she could only place her hopes on Shen Du's body, her index finger tightly clasped, silently praying in her heart.

  "Wishing Chen Tao all the best, and also hoping that Shen Dou can return safely with even stronger swordsmanship!"