Tears collapsed, and she rushed up like crazy and pushed the corpse on it away.

Under the corpse, the familiar face was like five thunder thunder, and it broke into her heart.

All consciousness disappeared in an instant.

As the sky turned dizzy, she slowly fell beside Mo Xuanchen.

I don’t know how long it took, the coldness on her face made her tremble all over and she opened her eyes quietly.

In the dark sky, raindrops as big as beans fell quickly.

The smell of blood was still there, and her pupils suddenly shrank, and she suddenly turned her head and looked to her side.

Beside her, the blood on Mo Xuanchen's face was falling down with the raindrops, revealing his pale face.

"No……"

Ling Luoyu collapsed in disbelief and stood up, without crying, only endless hearts.

"Xuanchen..."

Kneeling on the ground, she looked at Mo Xuanchen in disbelief.

His fingertips trembled several times before he gently stroked his face.

His face was so cold, pale and lifeless in her palm.

"I never thought...you will die..."

She knew that his life was not going well and he encountered too many dangers.

But he survived so many dangers!

"I'm sorry...I'm late!"

Closed her eyes in despair, tears mixed with raindrops, slid down from her face and fell on Mo Xuanchen's body.

She gently tidied up her clothes for him, her soft lips trembled and fell on his forehead, and she kissed her deeply.

"Xuanchen... on the road to Huangquan, don't walk too fast... Wait for me..."

She hugged him gently in her arms and her chin touched her forehead.

As she turned her hands, a dagger flashed across her fingertips.

The cold spike pierced into her heart.

Blood flowed out along the sharp blade of the dagger, mixed with raindrops.

But her hand seemed to have no feeling, and the dagger was still stabbed.

In this world, the person she cared about the most is no longer there.

Then what's the point of living?!

She didn't even have the desire to avenge him, and just wanted to go to the underworld with her.

She was afraid that Mo Xuanchen would walk too fast on the road to the underworld, and she was even more afraid that he would drink Mengpo soup first, and from then on, he would never recognize her or remember her again for life.

"Xuanchen, you must not drink that bowl of Mengpo soup... If you drink it, you won't remember me. Even if you walk opposite you will pass by, you will be strangers... Wait for me, wait for me and you... Let's be a lonely ghost together..."

Born, different beds.

Death is also the same acupoint.

The soul must be together for generations!

Looking at the person in her arms, the smile on the corner of her lips is like a bright firework, and the splendor in an instant

"God wants to separate us...I don't!!"

The heavy rain washed away the blood.

Blood flowed across the river, circling up in a vortex, gradually swallowing all the corpses.

Ling Luoyu held Mo Xuanchen and sat in the blood with his fingers in contact with each other, waiting quietly for the endless blood in the sky to annihilate them.

Suddenly—

"Yu'er..."

A call like nothingness sounded in Ling Luoyu's ears.

"Yu'er...Yu'er..."

"Xuanchen?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes opened in surprise and looked at the person in his arms.

But after seeing it, I was extremely disappointed.

Mo Xuanchen was still lying in her arms so pale, and was about to be destroyed by blood.

"It turned out to be an illusion..."

She hugged him, closed her eyes slightly, smiled slightly at the corners of her lips, but tears collapsed.

"Xuanchen, I can hear you call me before he dies..."

"Yu'er..."

This time, Mo Xuanchen's voice seemed to be a little clearer.
Chapter completed!