The sight is shocking, bloody, and the picture is heartbreaking. Ningxia actually dares not look at it, but it feels so uncomfortable.

This world is really difficult. No one can escape this situation. Jiangdongliu is the residents of Fuyun Island, including her Ningxia.

Mrs. Hongji should have her own difficulties.

Seeing the culprit ending like this, and seeing that those people were blamed, Ningxia was not as brisk as she imagined, and even a bit heavy.

After the old incident was settled, there were victims everywhere, except for a few, everyone was involuntarily in control. What was the Jiang Dongliu family? What was the Holy vein? What was the Jiang Dongliu and Ziyun who were in love?

No one was wrong at the beginning. But the mistake was the revenge, which eventually led to a disaster. The innocent people back then eventually became the perpetrators, replacing the role he hated at the time and implicating others.

It is really terrifying to play with everyone in your palms.

Ningxia doesn't know the story of Fengyun. If she knew it, she would only sigh that the way of heaven is really an unreasonable thing. However, she probably wouldn't have the chance to know this insider information.

The purple clouds were glowing, becoming more and more intense, flashing, as if they were conveying some information.

Jiang Dongliu's bloody palm curled up into a ball and knocked the light shield heavily. The light flashed, as if responding to his movements. This made Jiang Dongliu even more excited. Regardless of his physical condition, he used all his last strength to hit the light shield hard.

Without knocking his fist, the light on the girl covered in light flashed in response, facing Jiang Dongliu's strike.

The remaining red slid down from the light shield and overflowed on the corners, which was particularly shrill and tragic.

Jiang Dongliu's eyes shining with faint light fell tears, and they were blood-red, hanging on the dusty face, like a ghost, terrifying and sadly satisfying.

Ningxia thought at first that the other party was still struggling and wanted to hit the stone with an egg. After all, the protective cover set up by Mrs. Hong Ji was not so easy to break. No matter how hard Jiang Dongliu tried, he would probably have to die with regret.

But as I looked at it, I saw the problem.

The corpse was not right. It seemed to be responding to Jiang Dongliu's knock, one, two strokes... each stroke was responding to it.

If it's just an accident, then every time it matches the beat, how can I explain it? It can't be an accident.

Could it be that the girl's body...and the spirit? Ningxia thinks about it more and more likely it is.

After all, Jiang Dongliu has spent so much effort to resurrect a person, and it is impossible for him to think about summoning souls. Without people, the souls cannot survive.

The body has not come alive, will her soul still be here? It’s just that this soul has not been able to possess the body and truly return to the sun.

Looking at the increasingly shining corpse and Jiang Dongliu, which kept knocking on the light shield, Ningxia became more and more sure of this.

Maybe he really waited for the person he met.

But, how should this end?

Ningxia couldn't help but look at Mrs. Hong Ji who moved aside and looked at the scene in front of her calmly, but she couldn't tell the depth. She didn't want to help, nor did she want to stop her.

Just stand quietly and watch, it doesn't matter to you, just as it used to be.

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After knocking a few times, Jiangdong's mouth was filled with blood, but there was a cheerful smile on his lips, as if it was the last bit of color in his life.

He forced himself to hold on, and the last breath in his chest and lungs was unwilling to swallow it. His eyes widened, and he refused to let go of a trace of the scene, for fear of missing something.

I'm going to see her soon...

She is back. It's so good.

As long as you can see her again...what does it matter if you die?

He wanted to see her. His lovely clear eyes, his vivid face, his sweet smile and even his deep hatred expression.

I want to listen to her. I whisper, please, blame, like him, love him,... hate him. I feel crazy. He will go crazy.

He wanted her to wake up and say something to him...even if he hated him, he would be satisfied.

Because he had never dreamed of her for countless days and nights in the past. She never dreamed of him.

Wake up and close your eyes.

She is not there in and outside the dream.

Jiang Dongliu's eyes were filled with more and more blood and tears, soaking his whole face, like a bloody man, not even like a human. Only those eyes washed by blood were shining with ever more luster and bright light, with stars, like stars. People can't believe that this is the look that a murderer has.

After a few pounds, his hands finally hit the last one weakly. Half of his body bent down weakly, only his arms were still stubbornly, as if they were still waiting for something.

The flashing light was very fast. When Jiang Dongliu was unable to move, it flashed a few times. All the light spots were included in the girl's body and disappeared, as if they had never appeared before. The girl's soft face was revealed again, but this time she seemed a little different, with a hint of inaccurate business.

Ningxia's heart was beating very fast, and her throat was getting more and more difficult to tell what she was nervous about. Like the two in the field, she was staring at the man, as if she was looking forward to something.

The soft eyelashes trembled slightly, but they still refused to open and struggled.

Jiang Dongliu, who had already fallen, also struggled to raise his body, as if trying to see clearly what happened to the girl and want to witness.

Is this... alive? Ningxia couldn't stop her inner surprise.

The girl was still awakening, and her eyelashes stopped after trembling, and then shook again. Every subtle movement was shaking the hearts of the onlookers.

Finally, the closed eyes slowly opened and revealed their eyes, as clear as imagined, like a sky full of stars.

She turned her head slightly and met Jiang Dongliu's bloody eyes not far away. As clear and turbid, it was already a change of things and people.

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After knocking a few times, Jiangdong's mouth was filled with blood, but there was a cheerful smile on his lips, as if it was the last bit of color in his life.

He forced himself to hold on, and the last breath in his chest and lungs was unwilling to swallow it. His eyes widened, and he refused to let go of a trace of the scene, for fear of missing something.

I'm going to see her soon...

She is back. It's so good.

As long as you can see her again...what does it matter if you die?

He wanted to see her. His lovely clear eyes, his vivid face, his sweet smile and even his deep hatred expression.

I want to listen to her. I whisper, please, blame, like him, love him,... hate him. I feel crazy. He will go crazy.

He wanted her to wake up and say something to him...even if he hated him, he would be satisfied.
Chapter completed!